Bloodwood Academy Shifter: Semester Four (Bloodwood Year One Book 4)

by Rae Foxx

  It was over. I scanned the scene one more time and gave Mama a nod in farewell, turning to my mates who stood at the ready. Ready for whatever adventure was next, no matter where it would take us.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here. We've got a campsite with our name on it."

  Chapter 21

  The sun was slowly dipping below the distant horizon like a drop of gold into a bowl of molten lava. Everything warped with the heat of the desert, the colors rippling and shining and melting together until it was streaks of reds and purples and golds streaked from a painter's palette.

  "Beautiful," Finn whispered from behind me, his hand winding around my waist as he pulled me closer and planted a kiss of my temple.

  "If you are going to start some goo-goo nonsense about how it's me you're talking about you are going to get a sucker punch to the gut."

  "No, in this case, I am genuinely talking about the sunset," Finn chuckled at me and pressed his lips against my hairline again. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of coffee, letting the last bit of light warm me before it faded into nothing.

  "Beautiful," a second voice came, Saxon finally emerging from the old beat-up van that we had been camping in for the last week to join us.

  "He, on the other hand, is not talking about the sunset," Finn mumbled, giving me another kiss and refusing to relinquish his position against me, even as Saxon wound his hand around my shoulders from the other side and attempted to pull me away.

  "You're glowing in the sunset, Ivy," Saxon continued, finally wrestling me away from the Fae. "You're beautiful."

  "Told you," Finn chuckled, gave me a wink and relinquished me to Saxon, who was now pawing at my neck. Someone was hungry. "I'm going to see how Howl is getting on with breakfast... or dinner."

  One problem with an endless camping trip with my mates is that you started to get preoccupied with other things and lose track of the days. It didn't help that one of my mates was confined to the van through all of those hot days, which tended to lead to even more confusion in my inner clock. Considering that the three of them had been chatting until a few minutes ago, however, they knew what time it was, and Howl hadn't done more to hunt for breakfast than to run into the forest in search of a tree to pee on.

  'Excuse me,' Howl's voice erupted in my head, reminding me that I hadn't been able to block him out entirely yet. 'I have also caught two rabbits.'

  'Please tell me that you didn't pee on them,' I teased and promptly giggled, earning myself a look from Saxon who was still smelling the hollow beneath my ear and groaning. I wasn't going to be able to hold him off long. Which was fine. Warmth was already pooling in my belly.

  The thought of his fangs digging into my flesh was making everything work its way into a frenzy. You would think by now I would have been fucked dry. Something about my guys was making that an impossibility.

  All three of them.

  Not four.

  And there was that stabbing pain that I had been trying so hard to ignore, and my guys had been doing their best to support me through.

  "From smiling to crying in far too few seconds," Saxon said, planting a kiss on his favorite spot on my neck to bite before he came up for air. "It's okay to miss him."

  He whispered those last few words, so softly, so understanding, and, like it always did, a rage built inside of me like a stack of books. Angry books with red blood-stained covers that fell from the sky and took everything away.

  "I saved you," I said, fully aware I was growling. "Why couldn't I save him, too? Why didn't I try?"

  "And what if the blood that had flowed through your veins hadn't worked, my rose? What if you hadn't been able to save me? You wouldn't blame yourself for such things."

  "I would have tried," I ground out, staring at the last sliver of sun like it was the one who had taken Tommy from me.

  God, thinking his name made all of that pain a million times worse. Like sending a harem of hornets into your soul, all wielding tiny little knives that they used to slice you into smithereens.

  "You did try, though," Saxon reminded, pulling me closer and letting my head flop onto his shoulder, leaving him to run his finger up and down my now exposed vein.

  "Yelling at the sky does not constitute trying."

  "It does in this case," Saxon whispered, his words fluttering over my skin like feathers as he spoke just for me. All those fluttery words trickled down my spine and I shivered. "In this case, there was nothing else you could do and that trying was begging him to stay, pleading with him to stop. If that blood hadn't flowed through your veins that would be all you could do for me, too. Sometimes words are the best help anyone can give, and sometimes they are the best you can do."

  He paused, the two of us watching the stars begin to peek through the glossy black sky and make themselves known.

  "At least he knows I loved him, and that I didn't want him to go..."

  "He may not admit it, but that will stay with him while he's locked away in the underworld," Saxon loosened his grip on me to turn toward me, his eyes a light shade of red as he stared at me. "Knowing him, he's used it as fuel to take over all of them and is now sitting on the Demon King's throne with a jaunty little crown on his head."

  "Jaunty?" I asked, raising an eyebrow but Saxon shook his head.

  "It fits him."

  I wasn't sure I agreed with that, but I wasn't about to question. The smell of blood, smoke, and slow cooking rabbit was now wafting toward us, the perfect distraction to escape the pain of the conversation. Although this time it didn't feel so devastating. This time it felt a little bit lighter.

  Saxon was right, I had tried, damn it! Just like I could try other things, because as Saxon had reminded me not for the last time. Tommy wasn't dead, just trapped on the other side of the veil... or portal... I wasn't sure how all of that worked, but a plot was brewing that was going to make it necessary that I knew.

  I followed Saxon to the blazing fire, grateful that the boys had gotten it going. Once the sun was down the desert got cold fast and I had left the van in only an oversized T-shirt I had grabbed from a boutique outside of Phoenix in the first month of our adventures. Even with werewolf blood keeping me warm, walking into the ring of golden light was close to walking into a warm embrace. I sighed as I sunk into my designated camp chair, bare knees and calves facing the flames.

  "How is the urine rabbit coming?" I teased, throwing my head back and laughing.

  "What?" Saxon and Finn said together. Howl, however, turned with a smirk already in place as he prowled his way toward me.

  "Do you want to play, little wolf?" All my tease and torment dropped to my toes and my smile twisted into a grimace.

  "Ew. Not in the way you're thinking--"

  "I'm not going to pee on you--"

  "Good because I don't roll that way. If you need to pee on someone though, I am sure we could find a--"

  "Okay! Stop!" Saxon bellowed, pulling Howl and mine's bantering to a stop. "What in the world are you two talking about?"

  "Nothing," Howl said too quickly and turned back to his rabbits, who were now blackened on one side thanks to an abandoned spit.

  It didn't matter. I'd still eat it. I'd had an old lady at the trailer park once tell me that eating burnt things made your hair curl. I was still holding out hope.

  "Pass me a leg," I said after a minute, fully aware that it was raw. Finn was the only one that ate things fully cooked anyway, and even then, he was mostly vegetarian. "Saxon and I are hungry."

  They all smiled at that. Saxon beaming as he shifted his chair closer, watching as Howl handed me the leg, and then another. He knew me too well.

  Howl devoured his own meat, Finn munching on a few leaves and berries that he had foraged. Saxon was still watching me. They were all watching me, like me eating a partially cooked rabbit leg was some kind of foreplay.

  I'll show them foreplay.

  I took my next bite slowly, spreading my legs wide and letting my shirt ride up. I was fully aware th
at I wasn't wearing anything underneath this t-shirt, and now so were they. Heat tickled up the soft skin of my inner thighs as the fire crackled, a different type of flame moving over my neck, my left breast, the soft skin above my clit, all of the places that he loved to bite and suck when he fed from me.

  Damn. I was getting wet again, the heat spreading further up my thighs and fanning over my exposed arousal. Well if I had planned anything else to tease them it didn't matter; my smell was everywhere. Their smell was everywhere, the heady musk lifting and mixing with the tang of my desire and the smoke of the fire. God, the scent of smoke would probably always turn me on now, and I was perfectly okay with that.

  "So hungry," I continued my taunt, spreading my legs further and biting into the rabbit's leg again. Juices flowed over my chin, it dripped onto my bare breasts.

  What the fuck?

  Bare breasts?

  I had just been wearing clothes... Finn, of course. The fae was smirking and winked at me before he popped another berry in his mouth, his focus dragging down my body and right to where everyone else was staring.

  I spread my legs further, giving them a good look at what they were all staring at anyway.

  "Anyone else hungry?" I teased and was promptly tackled from the side, Saxon wrapping his arms around me as we both went down to the hard dirt rougher than I am sure even he expected. Not that he noticed, he was on top of me, fangs to their full extent as he smiled, his fingers tight against my nipple as he pulled and twisted and sent me moaning.

  "Starving," he whispered, rolling over and bringing me on top of him, lifting me up so that he could bite into my breast. His fangs dug into the skin above my nipple as his lower teeth nipped at the bead of flesh, his mouth covering it as he began to suck. Suck my blood. Suck and pull at the nipple that was prickling with energy.

  I moaned as he pulled and twisted the tender flesh in his mouth, the sensation trailing down my spine as he bit down once more. He took one long drink of my blood and then released me.

  "That's it?" I teased, tilting my hips so that they pressed against him. Unsurprisingly, there was more than a bit of tension growing between his legs.

  " Oh no, but I'm not the only one who is hungry, and I wish to feast from you as I fuck you. As we all fuck you. The taste of my female when she is aroused is like none other." Saxon smiled, fangs still out as he tapped the tip of my nose with his finger.

  I would have snapped at him for booping me, but hands were already trailing over my bare bottom, another set tickling like inside of my thighs as they spread them. Fingers moved down my crack and pressed against the pucker of my ass as Howl claimed his prize, Finn’s cooler hands tracing the folds of my wet pussy, spreading my lips and twisting my clit.

  I shuddered and jerked against the touch, but Saxon's hands wound around me, holding me against him as the sound of a zipper rang over the crackling fire, and Saxon was unsheathed, the cold head of his cock pressing against my opening as Finn placed him there, as Finn placed himself there.

  Two cocks, pressing themselves inside of me, and Howl still playing with my ass, preparing me for his intrusion.

  I made a weird shocked gasping moan and tried to shimmy away again, but Saxon held on tighter, his fingertips pressing into my ribs as he tilted his hips, moving into me deeper, Finn slowly doing the same.

  "God. I will never tire of the feeling of your pussy hugging my cock," Saxon mumbled, planting kisses over my neck as I moaned and gasped and my legs shuddered from the fireworks that were spreading over my abdomen. From the new pressure that was joining the others.

  "How about my cock against yours," Finn sighed, his cock burrowing right alongside Saxon's as the two moved in tandem, stretching me. As they filled me.

  My moans turned into pants of pressure as Finn's kisses moved up my arm, his cock moving deeper as he reached for my lips, capturing them once before turning to Saxon in search of an answer to his question.

  "All of it," Saxon whispered, as Finn pushed himself in and out, rubbing himself against me the same as he did Saxon, both me and my vampire moaning at the touch of Finn's warm width against us.

  Saxon let out a groan of desire and slid himself into me all the way, he and Finn fucking me in tandem as Saxon's fangs penetrated me in a different way, drinking from the hollow of my neck as he fucked me.

  "God, watching you all..." Howl whispered, the thick width of his cock pressing against my anus as he pushed himself in. To penetrate me as they all did.

  The fire of ecstasy was a threatening explosion, something that had happened a few times recently. I wanted to explode. I wanted to scream as I came, as they came. Something that they were very close to doing seeing as they shuddered and moaned in a chorus of pleasure.

  "Stop." I gasped, only able to get the one word out.

  It was enough. They pulled to a stop, all of them pulling out as they stared at me, worried something had gone wrong. Worried I wasn't okay. It was the opposite.

  "Lie flat on your backs," I commanded, Finn and Howl giving a sigh of relief as they did just that, joining Saxon on either side.

  They laid in the dirt like good boys, their cocks standing up like little tin soldiers.

  "Don't touch yourselves while you wait your turn," I teased, rising to stand as I paced before them, the wet between my legs growing. "And don't look away."

  I gave them each a mischievous grin as I stood over Finn, a leg on either side as I slowly lowered myself over him, impaling myself on his cock. The wide, warm width of him hit every part of me perfectly, and I instantly knew my mistake.

  I was going to come too fast, but I didn't want to. I wanted to enjoy every minute of this. I wanted to feel every drop of them as they came inside of me.

  Finn moaned as I pressed him into me completely, my lips swallowing him as I moved, as I rode him. As all of the wonderful tingling pressure moved over everything and brought me closer and closer to climax.

  Luckily, he came first.

  He shuddered beneath me as his cum filled me, his cock stiff and hard enough that I could see the head pull against my belly as he twitched.

  He sagged into the dirt and I leaned over to kiss him, my lips grazing against his before I stood, his cock and his cum sliding from me and dripping over his belly, sliding down my thighs as I walked to Howl, giving him one sly grin before I sat on his lap, his cock sliding inside as though he was made for me.

  "Fuck, you’re beautiful," Howl moaned, his hands instantly moving to cup and squeeze my breasts, his favorite thing to do as I rode him. Grabbing his hands, I leaned over him, holding his wrists above his head as I slowly ground against his cock, tilting my hips to let him slide and press against my slick walls in a way that sent me moaning.

  "Don't touch," I moaned through the pleasure that was getting harder to control, still riding against him as my body tried to betray me, and my cunt tightened around his erection.

  One change of pressure and Howl couldn't hold onto it, his rod expanding inside of me, filling me as he escaped my hold to capture me and kissed me, his arms wrapped around me as his cock gave one last twitch.

  I kissed him back before I left him, cum dripping everywhere now as I stepped to Saxon, the vampire slipping into my already soaked pussy. He put his hands behind his head like he was going to watch me fuck him with ease.

  I slid against his cock, letting it burrow until it hit the end.

  "Fuck me," I whispered, running my finger over the bit of bulging skin, trying desperately to keep myself together. To keep my orgasm that was seconds away at bay long enough that Saxon would go first.

  I didn't last.

  "Gladly," Saxon purred, and he grabbed me, pulling me over him as he rolled, his legs spreading mine and giving the boys free access to return to their original positions. They did just that, touching and filling and fucking until it was my turn to scream. My turn to come over everything.

  This desert was ours. Our heaven.

  I never wanted it to be anything else b
ut me and my guys, fucking our way into oblivion.

  Well, until I found a way to break into hell and get Tommy back.

  And I would.

  Let’s Bring on the Heat!

  Hi There! It’s Me! Rae!

  Thank you so much for sharing this world I have created! I am so happy that you chose to share my first series, and my first story with me!

  I learned so much (and am currently going through edits round thirty) and all of that is thanks to you! I’m almost sad to see Ivy’s story end, but do not fear…

  MORE IS COMING!

  On February 17th, It’s Scarlet’s turn and I cannot wait to share it with you!

  Oh! What the fuck… let’s get this part going… swipe that finger and bring on Scarlet and her twins!

  Scarlet and her boys are taking matters into their own hands, and saving a few shifters while they are at it…

  —

  “Scar, baby? You in there?"

  I jumped off the toilet so fast that the book I had been reading fell to the floor. The old leather cover with its phallic men staring up at me made a thump. I could have sworn one of them was winking as I smoothed my skirt back down and went to wash my hands. No need to flush the toilet because I hadn't been doing that.

  I had however been doing other things that I didn't want the twins on the other side of the door to know about.

  Not yet.

  It had only been a week since I first kissed Evan. A week since Owen had started calling me 'baby'. I wasn't quite sure how to even broach the fact that I wanted them to take my virginity. Because I wanted both of them inside of me, I wanted both of them to take me and fill me just like vampires in the book I had taken from Ivy had been taking the Fae girl, her face twisted up in pure ecstasy as the vampires pushed their large...

  "Scar?" Owen yelled through the door again. I jumped again, sending the water I had been using to wash my aroma from my fingers all over the mirror.