The Beautiful Boys: A High School NA Reverse Harem Paranormal Bully Romance (Shadowlight Academy Book 1)

by Kailin Gow

  Reaching back to take my hands, he brought them together and kissed my fingers. “Look, think about it. I have to go on account of my uncle, and I’d really like it if you could be there with me. It’ll sure be a lot more fun if you’re there, and I promise I’ll do all I can to make sure you have a good time, too.”

  His lips continued to play over my fingers, making me dizzy with the desire to please him. How could I say no? I said “yes,” and his lips left my fingers, and found their way to my lips. The kiss was sweet and soft, and when I pressed closer to him, his arms came around me, pulling me closer. “Lux,” he said breathlessly. “I’m so glad you found me.”

  He kissed me again, and all I knew was that his kiss made me feel so warm and wonderful, I said, “Me, too, Brax. Me, too.”

  The warmth soon morphed into desire when his sweet tongue touched mine, jolting me to the core. He leaned closer, pushing me up onto the cold counter. “I know I said I wanted to take it slow, but I changed my mind. You’re too delectable sitting there, watching me with those fuck me eyes, Lux.” He pushed me back further until I was lying flat on the large counter. Taking both of my thighs in his hands, he pulled me closer to him, leaned down and licked his way up my inner thigh until I was writhing. He took off his hands on my thighs and stood up. “You won’t need these for a while.” He slipped my panties down pass my thighs and feet, before he tossed them aside.

  Then he gazed at my clean-shaven core. “Mercy me,” he said, licking his lips. “You are so ready for me.”

  His mouth leaned in to taste me with a single lick.

  I moaned, closing my eyes.

  His tongue gave a few more licks before spreading me open and plunging deep inside of me. It was soft licking my folds but grew hard when it plunged into me, like the rock hard member of his by my toes. He was positioned perfectly where my toes could rub up and down his hardness while he ate me.

  “Oh, Lux,” his voice drew out the sound of my name. “Sweet Lux, what I want to do to you…” His mouth was sucking at my core hard. The power of his lungs drawing me fully into his mouth as his tongue did wicked but tantalizing things to me. I clawed at his back, which made him move faster, harder.

  His hands pulled my thighs even closer as he went all out down on me. I was moaning, “Brax, oh Brax.”

  “Come, Lux,” Brax shouted, replacing his mouth on my core with his fingers, rubbing until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I gritted my teeth, and buckled in Brax’s hands.

  Then I felt my body rise and explode into a million sensations.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw the sexiest sight. Brax had dropped his trousers and underwear, only wearing his unbuttoned open white shirt. His rock hard abs were so perfect in his smooth tanned skin, he didn’t look real. He looked like a statue.

  And he was large. The mule was definitely well-hung and hard.

  “Brax,” I said, unable to take my eyes off of his perfect male body. “What do you have there?”

  He grinned. “Thought we’d take this up a notch. What do you think, Lux? Should we?”

  “You’re asking me?” I asked, wondering if I could fit his enormous dick inside of me.

  Brax nodded, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out his hand to rub my core, working me up again until I was wet and writhing. “Do you want me, Lux?” he asked. “Do you want me inside of you?”

  I was about to climax when I moaned, “Yes!”

  He grinned a wicked grin before slowly plunging deep inside of me. Our eyes widen together as the intense pleasure of his large girth inside my tightness electrified us. Then he was moving deep and quick inside me, mounting the pleasure over pleasure until he paused before letting out a cry, “Yes, Lux! Yes!” I climaxed at the same time, riding him inside of me until we were spent.

  Chapter 10

  Braxton dropped me off at home and I was relieved to find I’d arrived before my parents. Though they were cool about what I did with my free time, I simply didn’t want to get into it.

  Once inside I went to the phone to erase the message I’d left, but found there was another message beside my own.

  “Hi Lux, Shayne here. Didn’t see you all day, so I was wondering if you’d found the note I left in your locker. I really did have a good time and hope we can get together, a girly get together. You know the formal is coming up soon and I thought maybe we could check out some possible fashion choices. Anyway, I’m free all week, so just let me know and you can come over… you’re welcome to go through my closet if you don’t have anything suitable.”

  I clicked the erase button.

  If I don’t have anything suitable… what kind of a stuck up, ballsy, snooty-nosed comment was that. I’d already decided to wear the dress I’d worn at Kingsley’s. Then again, the sexy little vixen inside me whispered, something new and really hot would be nice.

  Forgetting to fix something for dinner, I headed upstairs to change out of my uniform. Standing in my black undies and lacy bra, I examined myself in the full length mirror. I was toned without being overly muscular, fit without being boxy or boyish. Turning around I looked at my booty and wondered what kind of dress would best put all this to the best advantage.

  Cut down low to show off my cleavage? Tight and clingy to emphasize my derriere? Slip up to there for a little vavavoom. Now that Brax and I had had sex, and we were going to the formal together, I wanted to dress up to see his beautiful hazel eyes light up when he sees me.

  Either way, I wasn’t quite ready to give Shayne a call just yet, no matter how popular she was. I doubted she’d be so generous with her extravagant and elegant wardrobe if she knew I’d accepted Braxton’s invitation to the formal. In fact, she’d probably tear whatever I did end up wearing to shreds.

  The next day, however, I had to deal with her face to face. The moment she saw me she made a beeline for me with the question I knew was coming.

  “Hey, why didn’t you call? Wasn’t my offer enticing enough?”

  “Sorry, I got home a little later than usual.” Not a total lie. “Besides, I’m not really sure it’s such a great idea to borrow your clothes. I was thinking of wearing what I had at the Kingsley party.”

  “Honey,” she said, a cautionary hand coming out to pat my arm. “This is a formal. Minis are frowned upon, and even a cocktail dress won’t do. You have to pull out all the stops. Full-length gown, jewels, updo, the whole thing.

  Full-length gown. Mom had already invested more than she should in the mini I’d worn. I couldn’t possibly ask her to splurge for a gown. Perhaps it was an omen. I didn’t belong at that kind of function. “I really appreciate the offer, Shayne, but, I don’t know.”

  “Because of Brax?”

  I almost dropped my cinder block novel. How had she found out so quickly?

  “I don’t really care that he asked you to go with him instead of me. I mean, he’s cute and all, but, hell, there are plenty of other great guys here. I think I can handle just being good friends with him. Besides you two make such a cute couple.”

  A brief moment of relief allowed me to accept her invitation, but it was followed by a longer moment of suspicion. Somehow I found it difficult to believe she could be so ardent one day about Brax and so passive the next.

  “I have the perfect Randi Rahm gown that would be ideal with your color and build. You’ll be the belle of the ball.”

  I had no doubt she would reserve the opportunity to wear that honor for herself.

  “How about tonight?”

  “No, not for a week or two. I’m absolutely drowning in catch up work.”

  She pulled out her phone to check her calendar. “Okay, I scratch you in for November 13, two weeks from now.”

  She flashed me a dazzling smile as she spun around, her hair flouncing about her, and sauntered off.

  *****

  The next two weeks were a flurry of science, math, English and chemistry, and while Brax was a patient and diligent tutor, he could also prove to be quite a distraction. Ever since
that hot and sexy first tutoring sessions, Brax was unabashed about finding moments when he and I would have sex again. At least made out.

  However, every afternoon brought us closer and closer as we studied, exchanged ideas, spoke of our hopes and dreams for a future and chatted over the little nothings in life. The waterfront terrace was the perfect venue for opening up, exploring one another and getting some true studying done. We would talk about everything and anything. All except my closely-guarded secret…that I was a demon slayer.

  As we sat on the bench facing the water, one breezy, cool afternoon, the length of our thighs pressed together, he turned to me, his fingers instantly coming to calm my wayward tresses that played on the wind. His eyes smoldered and my intense desire to get closer to him became excruciating.

  “The formal is coming up soon,” he said. “Are you ready yet?”

  I shook my head. “Not yet. I’m supposed to go to Shayne’s tomorrow to see what she has.”

  He leaned in, his lips brushing along my ear. “Whatever you wear, I’m sure you’ll be the hottest girl there.” He kissed my temple and sat back.

  Enjoying just sitting with Brax, I was content with his sweet kiss for the moment.

  *****

  The next day I hid my intimidation as I got out of Shayne’s chauffeured Rolls Royce Phantom and followed her inside the majestic mansion in Belvedere. While she appeared completely unaffected by the splendor of her surroundings, I couldn’t keep from gawking.

  “How about a snack before we start?”

  “I’m good, thanks.”

  She nodded and led me up the stairs. Tastefully decorated, the home was remarkably cozy and welcoming. Cream-colored walls offered the perfect backdrop to rich wood furniture, while clean lines kept the home from looking cluttered.

  Shayne’s room carried the same simple sophistication, the only spot of color being the blue roman drapes that mirrored the perfect blue of the bay visible from all windows. The effect was magical and soothing.

  “So, where should we start?” Shayne said and she pulled apart two paneled sliding doors.

  The girly girl in me exploded into a childish giggle as I took in the expansive closet. Dresses, all grouped by color, lined one side of the closet while gowns of all colors and fabrics lined the other. At the far end, there was a wall of shoes.

  “The Vionnet halter dress would be great on your figure.”

  The pleated beige dress was indeed pretty, but lacked the sex appeal I was hoping for. I shook my head.

  “I have this Michael Kors cutout dress. It’s elegant, classy with just enough sensuality, and if you top them off with these Nicholas Kirkwood heels.”

  I didn’t want just enough sensuality, I wanted more. Flicking through the hangers, I came upon a shimmering blue corseted gown.

  “Anna Lin, one of my favorites. That is perfect, and I have the perfect shoes to go with it,” Shayne said. “I wore that to a fundraiser not too long ago and got rave reviews. I’ll leave you a moment to try it on.”

  I disrobed and pulled on the dress. Holding the corset to my chest, I struggled to pull up the zipper at the back and finally called Shayne in for a hand.

  “Wow,” she said as she came in. “That shade of blue is just divine on you, and you certainly have the shoulders and arms to pull off a sleeveless dress.

  As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, she came up behind me and tugged on the zipper, but when she reached my bust line, the dress proved inadequate. She tugged harder, finally forcing the gown closed, but my breasts were ready to pop out. After a brief flash of envy in her eyes, Shayne pulled the zipper down. “Well, I guess this one is too small.”

  “Okay, then.” She pulled out another hanger. “This David Meister is pure liquid silver.” She fluttered her hand in the bust of the draped halter front, displaying the ample space it had for my breasts. “It may not look like much on the hanger, but it clings like you wouldn’t believe. These jeweled high-heel sandals will work well with it.”

  Once again, she left me alone and I pulled on the unimpressive gown. But as promised, the gown came alive once it molded to my body. The plunge of the neckline was daring, the slit up the thigh teasing and the low cut of the back downright irresistible. A short train flowed behind me. This was it.

  The large crucifix at my neck seemed suddenly chunky and out of place. I fingered it a moment before hiding it back under my hair. I would have to find a smaller, more delicate and elegant cross for the formal, although, I suddenly realized, I had not had a need for a crucifix in a while. After the brief and effortless battle at Braxton’s theater, I’d only had one other encounter with a demon.

  With a sense of optimism, I dared hope Lothario had been wrong about the enormity of work to be done at Shadowlight.

  Smiling at the thought, I slipped into the sandals Shayne had suggested and admired the full effect. I barely recognized the elegant woman staring back at me. I turned my back to the reflection, gazing over my shoulder and questioning the wisdom of wearing something so revealing to a formal.

  But my question was drowned out by a great sense of femininity and sensuality. The dress felt right, from the clasp at my neck to the fluttering of the hem at my toes. I winked at my reflection, gave myself an over the shoulder wave and blew a kiss to my invisible admirers.

  The door creaked open and I turned to tell Shayne just how much I loved the dress, but standing there was Moore, his eyes riveted to my cleavage.

  He swallowed loudly as a wicked grin made its way across his lips.

  I watched him approach me, my body tingling with heated anticipation. He made no attempt to rein in the passion in his gaze as he reached out to take me into his arms, his hand burning down my bare back.

  “Just another reason to regret not being quick enough to invite you to the formal. As much as I like and respect Brax, it’s in my arms you belong, Lux.” He pulled me to his chest, his fingers playing exciting games along my spine, while his lips parted.

  It was so easy to lose myself in his gaze, to envision his lips over mine. I could almost taste him, he was so close.

  “Do you always barge into Shayne’s closet?” I asked, trying to make light of the moment that had grown too hot too fast. I pulled away from his hold and tried to regain control of the situation.

  He chuckled, deep and raspy, and filled with the desire to continue his pursuit. I backed up to the wall of shoes and in an instant he loomed over me.

  “Moore,” I whispered, shaking my head in a feeble attempt to deny the inevitable.

  Leaning into me, he brushed his cheek along my temple, his lips murmuring tender encouragement. His hands once again found their way along my back, wrapping completely around me and easily sneaking into the halter top of the dress. I gasped, in shock and excitement as his fingers brushed close to my breasts.

  “No doubt the designer had you in mind when he drew this gown; pleasing to the eye, but also incredibly titillating to the hand.” His lips brushed along my cheek as he spoke, his tone mesmerizing, his touch sublime. “Forget Brax…forget all the other guys, Lux. Think only of me.”

  It was as if my entire body was on fire, and all I wanted was for Moore to kiss me, and quench the incredible desire I felt for him. My lips moved with their own unintelligible murmurings, murmurings of forbidden desire.

  When his mouth met mine, my mind begged me to turn away, to refuse him access, but his lips, luscious and soft, brought about sensations impossible to refute. He pressed further, his breath loud and ragged as he covered my mouth with his, delved in with his tongue in a way that left my head spinning, and brought my tongue into a game I’d never imagined could be so pleasurable.

  “You're even more delicious than I’d expected,” he whispered between kisses that left me wanting more. “Softer and more passionate than you let on.”

  Unwilling to lose contact with his lips, I leaned into him, initiating the next kiss, plunging my tongue in to taste more of him, my hands suddenly insatia
ble. I pushed him to the mirrored wall, the glow of lust leaving my skin glistening.

  Moore pulled away, a victorious grin harmonizing with the lusty desire still in his eyes.

  I sought the same sense of victory, even a hint of satisfaction, but our passionate interlude left me drained.

  He looked back at me and cocked his brow as he walked out of the closet. “We’ll leave some for later.”

  Confused by his ability to bring me to such passionate highs only to drop me into a cold abyss, I stared at him, my feet cemented to the floor.

  I wanted to weep for the intensity of desire I felt for him and I wanted to recline to regain the energy he’d zapped from me. With difficulty, I finally left the closet, my hand fluttering over Shayne’s inviting bed.

  “I wanted to show you what you’ll be missing, show you what it’ll cost you to go to the formal with Brax instead of me.” Moore stood at the window, his back turned to me.

  My head spun as I struggled to stay standing and understand Moore’s actions. Was he that angry? That jealous? Was he toying with me? Playing with my naïve emotions and taking advantage of my lack of experience.

  When he turned to face me, his jaw was clenched and his eyes flared with a momentary light of something akin to rage. He quickly softened his eyes with a soft smile and came to me, pressing his body against me until I was left with no other choice than to sit on Shayne’s bed. He pressed further, leaning down, his hands set on either side of me and I lay back, my heart racing for his proximity, but alarmed for the increased sense of waning strength.

  “When you dance with Brax at the formal,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers playing along the deep neckline of the dress. “I want you to remember this, remember our kiss, remember the passion we shared.” He kissed me hard, while his fingers pulled the front of my dress down, exposing my breasts and excited nipples. Moore gazed down at me. “You’re so beautiful, Lux. So delicious.” His mouth was on one of my nipples, sucking and licking me at once. The same sensation of overwhelming lust filled me, as I reached out to pull his head closer to my breast.