Rebels and Runaways: Eden Academy Book One

by Grace McGinty

  Sammie crept toward me, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You didn’t tell him.” It wasn’t a question, because it was super obvious. I shook my head and pulled him into bed, so I could wrap myself around him.

  “I want to say I was waiting for the right time, but the honest answer is that I’m a chickenshit. I don’t even know how to approach the conversation.” I sighed and raked my hand down my face as Flint softly snored beside me. “I’ll do it this weekend. It’s better we have this conversation in Nîso anyway.”

  Sammie shifted me so my head rested on his chest and he could stroke his fingers through my hair. “Just because he’s your fated mate, doesn’t mean you have to accept the bond. I asked Bohdie about it, and he said that you can have other mates. The love won’t be as intense as it is with your fated mate, but you can still have love and be happy. Monster can still be happy.”

  We both knew it wasn’t the same, and judging by Monster’s absolute desperation, I couldn’t imagine it was as easy as finding a little woman and settling down to have a bunch of other flesh-eating Wendigo.

  Ugh. I buried my face in Sammie’s neck and took a deep breath of his scent. It was gloriously human, without any supernatural notes. It was like a fresh spring day, clear and full of potential.

  I kissed his pulse point, that place that if I broke the skin, would turn him into a wolf shifter. It was an act that was forbidden—you had to petition the Shifter Convocation Member for permission. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, that was my pseudo-great grandfather, Alexander. He was a dragon.

  Told you my family was well connected. Rook didn’t understand who he was fucking with. I sounded like a rich kid, lying in my dorm room, in my expensive Academy, thinking about all the power my family had. But I’d never been spoiled, except in regards to safety, I guess. I was the safest person in the world, and I could sleep easily every single night, which was a luxury I’d never take for granted. But despite my family’s far-ranging power and general bloodthirsty history, we’d had a reasonably ordinary middle class upbringing. I had to work at the cafe or the diner during the holidays to earn money. I knew how to cook basic meals, though Enit was a much better chef than I would ever be, and we cleaned up after ourselves. We were ordinary. Except my mom and great grandfather sat on the ruling council of all supernaturals. Also, my Uncle Titus.

  Monster had really chosen the wrong girl to get fated to.

  Sammie’s hand roamed down my spine, soothing me with his touch. I kissed the hollow of his throat, and felt his moan beneath my lips. I moved my hands beneath his shirt, pushing it up as I slid my body further down his.

  “Mouse…” he breathed, and I wasn’t sure if his words were a desperate plea or a warning. I was going to go with a plea.

  I pushed his shirt right up until it was tucked under his chin and his torso was exposed to me. I kissed the valley between his pecs, then stroked the flat of my tongue across one of his tight nipples. He sucked in a breath and shuddered, so I took it between my teeth and pulled back gently. His body bucked, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his body so I straddled his hips.

  I moved onto his other nipple, sucking it hard and he hissed. “Carmen, fuck,” he whispered. Flint was still sound asleep and I grinned wickedly.

  “Shh, don’t wake Flint. He needs sleep.” Oh, this was going to be fun.

  I slid down further, until I could feel the hard line of his cock in his sweats. He ground up, and I moaned. I sucked his skin, leaving small love bites down his chest and the top of his stomach. He grabbed my hips and pressed me down again, rolling his hips and hitting my clit. Hoo boy.

  I sat up so I could stare down at him, and he was a glorious dark god beneath me. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at me like I was the most beautiful creature he’d ever had on his lap.

  I grinned and scooted down his thighs. There was something I wanted to try. I shifted myself between his knees and grabbed the waistband of his sweats.

  His fingers wrapped around my wrists, stilling my hands. “What are you doing?” he whispered, his eyes wide.

  “Um, I know you aren’t a saint, Sammie Richards, so I’m pretty sure you’ve gotten a blowjob before. I haven’t given one however, so bear with me. I take direction well though,” I added, and yanked his pants down, freeing his cock until it bobbed against his lower abs. I stared at it for a second. It was different to Bobby’s, shorter but like, as thick as my goddamn wrist. How the hell did that fit anywhere?

  But hey, I was no quitter, so I kept yanking his sweats down until he could kick them off. I pushed his thighs further apart so I could fully appreciate what I was working with. I mean, I wasn’t sure my jaw opened that wide. Could I just slobber on it like an everlasting gobstopper?

  I leaned forward and puffed a breath across the tip, because I liked it when they did that to me. The principles had to be reasonably the same, right? Except one was an innie and one was an outie?

  I was going to treat it like a giant clit.

  So I flicked my tongue across the tip and watched his abs bunch. I gripped it in my hand, my fingers not even touching, and squeezed gently. Then I lifted the head to my lips and swirled my tongue around the tip. I was rewarded with Sammie’s loud groan.

  Okay. I had this shit. I sucked the head into my mouth, and Sammie sunk his fingers into my hair. My jaw stretched a little painfully, but it was adjusting. Yay for the human body. I pushed him back in my mouth further, and his hands tightened in my hair. Then I pulled back out, twisting my head as I went.

  “Carmen,” he groaned, all pretense of silence gone. When I looked up, I realized why. Flint’s coal grey eyes stared back down at me, filled with desire so hot, I could feel it scorching my skin.

  He had his hand in his shorts, his hair ruffled. I saw him stroking beneath the grey material.

  I got wetter knowing I was being watched. Apparently I was a closet voyeur?

  I sucked Sammie back into my mouth, pushing him a little deeper every time until my lips bottomed out and he was swearing in Latin. Fucking Latin. I squeezed my fingers around the base and he gripped my hair, shallow thrusting into my mouth as I slid my hands down to squeeze his balls.

  “Carmen, baby, I’m going to blow,” he panted, his body flushed. I swallowed him deeper, and hummed my readiness.

  “Fuck!” he shouted, and I felt the salty hot bursts of his release hit the back of my tongue. I swallowed it down, and released him from my mouth with a pop. He laid back, gasping, looking at me like my tongue was made of solid gold, and I felt powerful as hell.

  I climbed back up his body, kissing him with the taste of his release on my lips. His tongue fucked my mouth, his hands wildly roaming my body.

  “I want a taste,” Flint said, his voice still rough with sleep. I leaned toward him, and he kissed my lips softly, as if taking a sip, before he pressed a hand to the back of my head and deepened the kiss. His tongue swirled and tasted, like he was chasing the flavor.

  When he pulled away, his tongue darted out to run across his bottom lip.

  “That’s not what I wanted to taste, Sugar Plum.” He looked past me to Sammie. “Grab her shorts.”

  He dragged me from Sammie’s chest, and Sammie dutifully grabbed my shorts, peeling me out of them so I straddled Flint’s chest completely bare.

  Flint’s eyes flashed as they ate me up, and then he grabbed two handfuls of my ass and dragged me toward his face. Holy shit.

  I stared down at him. “You want me to sit on your face?”

  “Yep.”

  “What if you suffocate and die?” I squeaked, and he laughed.

  “Then I’ll die happy.” He wiggled down until his face was between my thighs and I forgot to breathe. Maybe I would be the one who suffocated.

  I didn’t have to worry though, because as soon as his tongue flicked against my clit I was done. That flick? It was a starting gun. Flint ate me out with the same ferocity with which he fought. His hand guided my hips until I was riding his face, his t
ongue thrusting into me like a piston.

  I could hear myself making some kind of garbled noise, and then Sammie was on his knees beside me, his shirt gone and his lips ready to catch my moans.

  It was too much. I rode Flint’s face until I came, and he squeezed my ass tightly as he lapped up all my juices.

  Finally, I shifted backwards until I was sitting on his abs, staring at his soaked face with something that was 80% lust and 20% embarrassment.

  He grinned at me like the cat who got the cream, and then turned to Sammie.

  “I think I’ve found paradise.”

  Sammie leaned down, running his tongue over Flint’s cheek until he reached his lips. Then he kissed him with the same ferocity as Flint had eaten me out.

  He pulled back and they both stared at me with heavy, hot eyes. “Tastes like it.”

  30

  Sammie

  If I was going to hell for sleeping with my students, I was going to go with a smile on my face. The pizzas were cold and forgotten on the desk as we feasted on each other instead. I stripped the rest of Carmen’s clothes off, throwing them over my shoulder. She was made to be naked. Her body was pale and smooth, and I wanted to taste every inch of it.

  As I kissed her again, Flint wiggled out of his gym shorts, until he was naked beneath her. Together they were ethereally beautiful. These two pale creatures completely entwined, and I was going to fuck the ever-loving hell out of both of them. I was like a dark prince beside them, my olive skin looking even darker next to their pale flesh.

  Mouse reached over to the night stand and grabbed a handful of condoms. “Ever since Bobby and I, you know, I thought it was best I had some of these lying around. Plus Miss Pea hands them out like suckers.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. As much as I’d be honored to be her first, it was right that it had been Bobby. I took one and ripped it open, grabbing Flint’s cock and stroking it, before rolling the condom on.

  He grunted and thrust up into my hand. “Why does it feel so much dirtier when someone else puts on the rubber?” he moaned, and I laughed. I leaned over, sucking his latex-covered cock into my mouth, and I felt Flint’s hands scrabble around for my head. Before he could reach me, I moved away, and ran a hand down Carmen’s back. “Ready?”

  She nodded and moved down. I reached back, holding Flint’s cock for her to lower herself down on. There was something insanely hot about watching him slide inside her, both throwing their heads back, their mouths opened in synchronized moans. It was like watching live porn, that you could touch and taste.

  I gripped my cock which was already getting hard again, sitting back on my heels as she rode him slowly.

  Flint looked at her like she was everything. I understood the feeling. I got that desperate need to see her in my chest when we were apart too. That willingness to do anything to see her smile or hear her moan my name.

  I had it bad.

  I reached between them, thumbing her clit and making them both shout as she scraped her fingers down his chest. Judging by the way he fucked her harder, he loved it. I wasn’t surprised he liked his pleasure with an edge of pain.

  “Flint,” she gasped, and I watched her shudder with pleasure as she came around his cock. She collapsed against his chest, and he gripped her hard around the waist as he continued to grind up into her. Soon though, he was roaring his release.

  She turned her head to the side, and grinned at me. “We should do that again. Right now.”

  Oh yeah. This was love. “Not too sore?”

  She chuckled, a low sexy sound. “Not human.”

  I sent up a small thank you to the moon goddess that I knew most shifters revered. Because if she’d created this perfect creature, I owed her everything. “Come here.”

  She crawled off Flint and towards me. Even in her human form, she was purely predatory. And I was more than happy to be her prey. “On your hands and knees.”

  As I moved behind her, I stroked my hand down her spine. She was still grinning. “Are you going to do me doggy-style, Sammie? Bit cliché, don’t you think?”

  In response, I slammed my cock inside her and she screamed out a moan. I drew out of her slowly and then slid back in, and she panted my name. She was so damn tight and wet, I was going to lose it in three strokes.

  I bit my lip, pulling back out and thrusting shallowly until her arms were buckling beneath her. I gripped her hips and continued my slow roll inside her, until she was mewling.

  Flint slid beneath her, raising his head until he could take her nipple into his mouth. Whatever he did down there had her screaming and slamming back into me.

  Oh shit. I was so, so, so screwed. “Flint,” I groaned, but he had me. I knew he did.

  I curled over her back. “Come on baby, one last time. Come for me,” I whispered in her ear, then bit her shoulder hard. Flint reached down, rubbing her swollen clit, and it tipped the balance. She came around my cock on a scream that she muffled in the blankets. I roared after her, collapsing against her back.

  I slid out and pulled off the condom, knotting it and throwing it in her trash can. I’d take it out with me when I went home tonight. As I rolled off her, Flint greedily grabbed her into his arms and curled his body along hers.

  Make that if I went home tonight. I had a feeling it would be hard to drag myself away.

  I woke in the darkness. We’d eaten dinner naked, watched some comedy movie, made love to our girl once more, and fallen asleep well after midnight. Judging by the darkness, it was still early in the morning.

  I frowned as I tried to work out what had woken me. An unease ran over my skin, and I reached toward the nightstand, and the gun I’d left in the drawer. I pulled it out, sitting up, but there was no one in the shadows of the room.

  Flint whimpered in his sleep, his arms trying to bundle Mouse closer as if she could shield him from his dreams. I slid my gun away, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. Mouse roused a little, rolling over in his arms, and stroking his cheek softly even though she wasn’t really awake either. But even her presence didn’t seem to help. All of Flint’s body bunched like he was prepared to fight or flee.

  I reached over them both, putting one hand on his arm in case he came out of his slumber swinging, and shook him awake.

  “Flint. Wake up, dude. You’re having a nightmare,” I whispered, but Mouse woke up anyway.

  She blinked groggily. “Bad one.” She stroked her fingers across his lips, leaning in to kiss him. “Baby. Wake up. Come on,” she cooed softly, and I gave him a couple more rough shakes as his whimpers turned to shouts.

  He gasped as he sat straight up in bed, sweat pouring down his body. He panted, his head whipping around.

  Mouse sat up with him, rubbing his back. “It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re here with me and Sammie. It’s okay.”

  He was out of the bed and in the corner of the room before she’d even finished speaking. He looked like a cornered animal and my heart fucking broke. I leaned over and turned on the bedside light, and that seemed to help as he took in our faces, including Mouse’s big, wet eyes.

  The terror receded from his expression as he woke up more, but I could still taste his fear in the air, see his pulse thumping in his throat. Mouse was only wearing my t-shirt as she crawled across the bed toward him, her movements slow and deliberate like he was a wild animal. His eyes tracked her movements, but he was shuffling toward her. She held out her arms and he dived into them.

  He held her like he’d never been held in his life. He probably hadn’t. I wanted to hug him too, but I didn’t know how he’d react, so I sat back on the pillows and ached for him.

  “Do you wanna talk about it?” I murmured softly, and he shook his head.

  “No. We need to get dressed. I need to talk to Alistair and the others.”

  I looked at the clock. “You want to wake the management of Eden Academy at 3:35 in the morning?”

  He swallowed hard, his eyes still had that awful blankness about them. I knew that
look. Shell shock. “Yes. He’s torturing them.”

  “Who?”

  “The other fighters. The ones that take care of the Kindergarten. The kids are scared.”

  Mouse sucked in a breath between her teeth. “How do you know?”

  “One of the trainees, Milo, has the ability to dream walk. He’s one of the older trainees, almost ready for the ring. He told me last year when I’d been gutted in the ring, but we kept it from Rook. I hate to think what that psycho would do with him if he knew. Anyway, Milo has been walking in my dreams. He said Rook found out you told your parents, and now he’s torturing the older, injured fighters. Then he said he’ll move onto the youngest, the ones who he hasn’t invested too much time and money into training yet.”

  Bile rose in my throat, but I wasn’t sure what part of that story horrified me most. Flint being gutted? Torture of kids? Fucked if I knew, but I knew one thing with absolute certainty. “We have to rescue them. Where is the Kindergarten?”

  Flint clenched his fists. “I don’t know. The Kindergarten is Rook’s prized possession. He doesn’t tell us the location. If we got injured, we were shipped there in the back of a windowless van. Somewhere in upstate New York, maybe?” He swallowed hard. “I just don’t know.” His voice broke, and I could hear my teeth grinding.

  Mouse held him closer. “Don’t worry. We are going to find this fucker, you’re going to set him on fire and I’ll piss on his corpse.”

  Flint snorted, but at least it wasn’t that near panic. “You say the most romantic things, Sugar Plum.”

  She led him back to the bed and instead of climbing in beside her, I hopped in on the other side of Flint, putting him in the middle. He threw me a grateful look, and I wrapped my arms around both of them.

  She leaned forward and kissed him softly. “But nothing can be done about it at four in the morning. I promise, first thing, we’ll track down Micah and tell him. I’ll call my grandfather and I’ll put more pressure on him. We’ll fix this, baby, I promise.”