by Rachel Angel
“It is a rather large and airy space,” Sully said. “My brother fancies large open spaces. I think he might be a little claustrophobic.” He opened the door to yet another room.
“What’s this room for?” Lux said as she peeked in.
“It’s not a room,” Sully said. “It’s a closet.”
“A closet?” Lux said. “Wow.”
Velour covered seats took up the center of the large room. While one wall was covered with various cabinets and drawers. the other had shelves upon shelves for shoes, boots and sandals.
“We knew you’d be arriving empty handed, so we bought you a few things. Of course, if there’s anything you lack, just let me know.”
“I can’t imagine.” She opened a cupboard to find jeans and shirts. Another one had dresses and jackets. She slid open a drawer to find elegant leather gloves and hand painted silk scarves.
Sully opened another drawer to reveal dainty undergarments. “I picked these out myself,” he said holding up a pair of lacey French panties.
Lux smiled. “You have good taste.”
“Of course, I do.” He set the panties back in the drawer and led her back to the main room and sat on the edge of the bed. “This is what you Americans call a California king,” he said, patting the mattress beside him. “Come see how comfortable it is.”
Lux sat beside him and ran her hand over the thick and heavy comforter. “It’s all so beautiful, so well thought out.”
“Well, a queen such as yourself deserves the best. We know you’ve been through a lot these past weeks and wanted to make your transition to the academy as smooth as possible.”
“Thank you. I couldn’t ask for more. It’s perfect. It’s too much even.”
“There’s no such thing as too much,” Sully said, running his hand along the length of her thigh. “I mean just look at this bed. It will accommodate you as you spread out wide.” His fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh. “You know, Lucas might have a way with a pencil and ruler, but I have a way with far more interesting things.”
“Really? Like what?”
“I’m quite proficient with tongues.” He leaned in closer and licked his lips in a provocative manner.
“I bet you are,” Lux said with a sly grin. She could smell his sweet warm breath and wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked.
He leaned in closer, his hand digging further between her thighs. “Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?” he groaned.
“It is suddenly quite hot,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with growing arousal.
“Is this distracting you?” he said as he brought his hand higher up her thigh, touching her in a way that brought even more heat to her cheeks. “You know, I’ve often been accused of letting my tongue do the talking, but with you, I’ll let my tongue show you all it can do.”
“We’ll see about that,” Lux said with a playful grin.
“Sully?!” Lucas called out from the hall. “Lux!?”
Sully stopped just inches from her face and rolled his eyes. “Oh, bloody hell. Why does he always have to come and ruin my fun?”
He stood just as Lucas and Asher walked in. “I was just telling Lux about the purchase of that great comforter,” Sully said.
“Sure you were,” Lucas muttered.
“With a bed so big we really had to shop around. I mean, look at that thing; she can really spread out wide.”
Lucas glared at his little brother. “Your head is really full of rubbish, isn’t it?”
“You can call it rubbish, but I call it thrilling.” Sully glanced at Asher who simply offered him a cold stare.
“So,” Lux said, hoping to break the tension. “Where will Asher be staying?”
Asher took her by the hand as they headed out of the bedroom. “I’ll show you later.” He turned to the Goods. “Thanks for everything, guys. I’ll take it from here.”
“You seem like a good chap,” Lucas said. “I think we’ll get along fine. We’ll let you get settled and check in on you a little later.”
Sully just walked on, sullen.
At the mezzanine Asher pulled Lux to the side and waved at the guys. “Catch you later.”
Lucas nodded while Sully stomped down the steps with a pout of his lips.
“So, you were suddenly in a hurry to get rid of them,” Lux said once they were gone.
“Can you blame me?” he said. He took her by the hand. “Come on. Let me show you my place.”
They headed down the stairs, and Asher pointed out the cozy yet modern kitchen and sprawling game room as they made their way to the back sliders. “Lucas even designed this pool and the surrounding landscape,” Asher said as they headed out and passed through the huge yard.
“It’s all so enchanting,” Lux said.
Several hundred yards back was an adorable little guest house. It had the same Mediterranean feel as the larger house, but in a more modest way.
“Lucas is a cool guy,” Asher said as he opened the door to his house. “Look at this place. It’s great.” He showed her the modern kitchen, cozy living room and the simple bedroom.”
“I’m glad you’ll be close by,” Lux admitted.
“I think I can safely say that I’m even happier than you are.” He pulled her into his arms and quickly set his lips over hers.
His hunger for her was intoxicating and soon she found herself melting into him.
“Do you realize what torture it’s been? All day I’ve been eager to have you to myself. All day I’ve been thinking of how close I came to losing you for good.” He kissed her ear while his hands worked at undressing her. “I thought I’d never get to be alone with you, and now that we’re here, I just want to make love to you all afternoon, all evening and deep into the night.”
He pulled his clothes off and stood naked before her.
“You are so glorious, Asher,” Lux said, running her hand over his broad chest, down his rippling abs and down to his engorged cock.
“Let me show you just how glorious I really am,” he whispered. He picked her up and brought her to the bed. He wasted little time, quickly bringing his eager cock to her moistened core. “Tell me you want me,” he said.
“All night long,” she said with a smile. Filled with the slow rocking motions of his love making, she realized just how much she loved him; just as much as she loved Brax and Moore.
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Diamonds and Dragons
Cruel Princes of Wyvern All-Boys Academy #1
By
Rachel Angel
Series Description
We are The Four Princes from The Four Kingdoms of Wyvern.
Razor is the Red Prince from the Kingdom of RoseCliff.
Jasper is the Green Prince from the Emerald Realms.
Tar is the Black Prince from the Dark Forests.
And Flint is the Silver Prince from the Metal Lands.
We are princes one day who will rule our kingdoms in Wyvern. Right now, we are the Kings of Wyven School for Boys, a school known for the toughest training of rulers and heads of states to be in order to prepare them for the cruel, cruel world we know of, in the kingdoms of Wyvern.
On a typical day at Wyvern School for Boys, one student or another gets beaten badly, pranked on so viciously, that they end up seriously injured or close to death. It is the way of Wyvern. It is how kingdoms determine the next heir and successors to thrones.
It is a vicious game. One of survival. One of rules.
So when they let in Allotrope Free from some nowhere kingdom, we felt affronted. Assaulted with disrespect.
First of all, Allotrope is not a boy, but this girl, who is much too pretty and gorgeous to be in a school full of boys.
Second, she is the last thing anyone would think could be a ruler or head of state. She is an
orphan.
Wyvern School for Boys is letting her in as a statement from one of our mothers, who is the ruling Queen of one of our kingdoms. Girls can grow up to become rulers too.
Kingdoms are at sake. Real wars are being fought. The last thing we need is a girl like Allotrope to make everything we stand for, a whole big joke.
So, when it comes time to eliminate a student at Wyvern School for Boys, Allotrope should be the first to go, and we Four Princes, will make sure she goes.
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Call me Allotrope...Ally for short. When I received a royal decree from Queen Jade of the Emerald Realms to attend school at Wyvern School for Boys, I thought it was a prank pulled by my friend William who apprentices with me at the Blacksmith. There was no way I could attend such an elite school just for kings-to-be.
But it was a Royal Decree, and if I don't obey the Decree, there was a threat of death to me and to all I hold dear, which probably means William and his parents, Bilbo and Kate, the blacksmith and his wife, the alchemist, whom had let me stayed with them since I became an orphan.
To keep them safe. To keep me from losing my head, I packed up what little belongings I had and enrolled at Wyvern School for Boys.
Everything at Wyvern School for Boys was meant to intimidate. Being the only girl at a school of incredibly handsome boys, especially the Four Princes, was intimidating.
Not to mention the cutthroat competition that literally cuts students from the school.
I'm stuck in a hard place...either get killed by defying the Royal Decree and also get everyone I cared for, killed. Or stick it out at Wyvern School for Boys, despite all the bullying and cutthroat games Wyvern has in store for me.
Of course, there is no choice...I must survive Wyvern School for Boys, or die trying.
Did I mention this is a school for Dragons, too? I just have to watch out for the fire.
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Diamonds and Dragons is book 1 of the Cruel Princes of Wyvern Series for mature teens and up (17+) and is a paranormal dark fantasy bully romance reverse harem that will contain steamy and scorching scenes, dark fantasy elements, and consensual sex. This is a high school NA series.
“Well, well, well,” Razor said with a sardonic grin. “What do we have here?”
They’d entered the large open-air stadium. Thousands of students were seated around the grassy playing field.
“This may very well be the perfect example of what you’re in for here at the all-boys academy.”
She noted the emphasis on ‘all boys’.
Following him down to the front row, she heard the deadly cheers from all around her. The crowd was hungry for blood.
“Kill the sorry excuse of a man.” The shrill cry came from far in the back.
“Knock his head off,” another one cried from up front.
“Go for it. Go for it.”
Soon the entire stadium joined in the chant.
“Go for it. Go for it. Go for it.”
They stomped their feet and beat their chests as they continued the chant.
Reluctantly, Ally raised her gaze to see what was happening. In the center of the field were two students fighting. From a distance it’d seem violent but fake, yet as they drew closer to the front row, she realized that it was very real. She noticed the blood running down the leg of one of the students and was horrified.
“Do they not practice with dulled weapons?” she asked Razor.
He let out a loud belly laugh. “Oh, yes. You have much to learn, my fair maiden. Dull weapons, indeed.”
The other princes joined in the laughter as they took their seats reserved only for royals. Ally was left to sit on the stone step beside them.
“Just watch how dull those blades really are,” Razor said.
At that very moment, Ally closed her eyes and wished she could be anywhere else in the kingdom. She wanted to run through a meadow, to pick flowers, to pat her horse, to hug Kate and Bilbo. She wanted to return to her work, to the forge. She’d give anything to feel the heat of the fire, the cold of iron and the weight of a hammer.
She didn’t want to look at the deadly spectacle; didn’t want to see how absolutely inhumane it all was. But Razor nudged her with his elbow.
“Don’t close your eyes or you’ll miss the best part.”
Swallowing the ball of bile in her throat, she opened her eyes in time to see the larger student slice off the smaller, younger student’s arm clean off. With a sickly thud, the limb hit the ground, while the hapless students cried in pain. Blood poured from the open wound and the poor young man visibly grew white, then green.
It was all she could do to keep from throwing up. She gagged three times, each time swallowing the bile that’d filled her mouth. This is insane, she thought.
How could such an event be permitted?
The younger student struggled to stay upright, but he grew weaker and weaker, and his knees finally buckled under his weight. With a final stab to the heart, his opponent ended the battle and let out a primal roar. The crowd cheered.
“The Diamond Trials,” Razor said proudly as he applauded the victor. “This is the best way to find the Diamonds in the Rough out of all the Dragons.”
“But that poor, young soul,” Ally muttered.
“Don’t feel bad for him. He would have died in battle soon enough. Clearly, he was too weak to join the ranks. A warrior like him puts everyone at risk.”
“Do they always fight to the death?”
His only response was an amused snicker. “It is the way of the Spartans,” he called out proudly.
In her distant memory, she recalled hearing of such trials from her human family, the Blacksmiths. Their son William had often been as appalled by the idea as she had been.
Of the same age, she and William had shared many views of the world, of family, of the kingdom. Now, she wondered what he would think if he could see her there at the very stadium they had so often criticized.
Chapter 4
The days at the Academy were grueling, but oddly satisfying. Before arriving at the school for boys, she’d underestimated herself. She hadn’t thought herself capable of keeping up with the guys.
But Ally rose before the sun every morning and fortified herself with a healthy breakfast of eggs, ham, cheese and milk. She then studied strategic warfare for half an hour before heading out to run three times around the entire campus before any of the other students had even opened an eye.
It was the only time of her waking hours that could be spent in relative silence. But the calm that hung over the campus could be so incredibly deceiving. On several occasions, she’d forgotten where she was and why. She lost herself in the beauty of the grounds, by the grandeur of the campus and by the ingenious architecture of every building. Then reality set back in.
The moment the morning bell rang, it was an endless cacophony that at times left her ears ringing by the time she lay her head to her pillow.
“Why are the boys so loud?” she’d once asked a professor, who’d shrugged and said it was probably their way of releasing anger and fear.
Well, to hear them every single day, they had quite a lot of anger and fear.
After her morning run, she attended fencing classes, target practice and heavy sword play. Then came the most troubling time of every day. Lunch.
Compared to the quiet stillness of her early breakfasts, lunch was pure mayhem. Worse still was that she was left to sit alone through the mayhem every single day. The disdain the male students showed for her was palpable. Though there was the occasional gaze laced with sexual tension, they for the most part spat on her; literally and figuratively.
“Oh, there you are,” Razor said in mock surprise as he came up to her table. “Three weeks and you’re still alive. Wonderful. Bets were you wouldn’t last three days. You’ve just lost a lot of people a lot of money.”
Ally kept eating. After her morning training, she was famished. Besides, today’s menu was exceptionally good.
Razor pounded his fist on the table, making the peas in her plate jump up. “I said, you lost a lot of people a lot of money.”
Playing it cool, Ally chewed her mouthful, swallowed, set her fork down and patted her mouth with her napkin before responding. “Then I suggest they place their wagers elsewhere.” She picked up her fork and continued to eat.
“Think you’re smart?”
“You can’t say I didn’t warn you. I told you I was tougher than I looked. So far, the hardest thing here has been dealing with the male student body’s frail ego. Imagine; all these young, strong men are afraid of a little ole thing like me.”
“They’re not afraid,” he groaned, bringing his heated breath to her face. “They know that with you at their side in battle, they are as sure as dead.”
“We’ll see,” she quipped, suddenly confident in her ability.
