Breakout: A Reverse Harem Paranormal Academy Bully Romance (Royals of Sanguine Vampire Academy Book 3)

by Sofia Daniel

  “Do you think it’s the alpha’s influence?” asked Nero.

  “She’s the one who bit me,” Gates muttered. “The morning after I transformed, she came to collect me, saying she’d always wanted a son, but she just wanted a whipping boy.”

  My brows rose. I’d initially thought the alpha slept with all her wolves. It was no wonder Gates had agreed so readily to help Raphael milk me for nectar. I stretched out a tendril of magic, only to have the silver energy jerk forward and try to attack.

  “You don’t trust alphas.” I reached down and slid my hand over his crotch, enjoying the twitch of his awakening dick.

  “What are you talking about?” His voice shook. “You’re alright.”

  “But there’s one more thing I need to do to join our magic.” I slid out the button of his waistband.

  A growl rumbled in the back of his throat. “Are you going to suck my cock again?”

  “I want you to slide it into me doggy-style.”

  “What?” Dante whispered to Nero, but his brother elbowed him in the ribs.

  Ignoring the gaping vampires, I tilted my head up and kissed along Gates’ stubbly jawline. Our connection would be no different from the ones I had shared with the Stryx brothers, and to cement our bond, we would need to have sex.

  Gates’ chest heaved up and down like bellows. “Are you sure?”

  I reached down and squeezed his hard prick. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

  His lips crashed down on mine, and he pulled me into his hard chest. Excitement and arousal surged through my insides, making me part my lips to moan. Gates’ tongue delved into my mouth in a series of devouring strokes that stoked a fire between my legs and melted my core to molten liquid.

  Rough hands pulled my dress up around my shoulders, and I broke the kiss to remove the garment.

  Gates’ amber eyes roved down my front, and he growled, “You’re so sexy. I can’t wait to plunge my cock into your tight pussy.”

  A whimper sounded in the back of my throat. “I need you. Now.”

  He resumed the kiss and held me upright when my legs trembled with the need to spread wide and let the werewolf pound into me. This kiss was hot and all-consuming, but three energies—Dante’s, Nero’s, and Raphael’ s—approached from behind.

  “Let’s move this gathering to the mezzanine,” said Dante, his voice thick with arousal.

  Without breaking the kiss, Gates hooked his forearms under my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I folded my arms around his neck and kissed back, moaning and writhing against his muscular body. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me. We continued kissing as he climbed the stairs, only stopping when he lowered me onto the mattress.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he growled.

  My heart flip-flopped, and I scrambled into position. Gates spread my legs wide and sniffed at my sex.

  “Do you taste as good as you smell?”

  “There’s only one way to find out,” I said between panting breaths.

  A tongue swiped down my slit from opening to clit, the wash of pleasure surging down my thighs, causing all four limbs to tremble.

  “You taste even better,” he muttered into my folds, warming them with his hot breath. “I could eat you up right now.”

  He spread my knees further and pressed my shoulders down to the mattress, so my ass stuck entirely in the air. With the enthusiasm of someone starved for food and water, he lapped at my sopping folds. Each time his tongue grazed my clit, my nipples tightened, and my core pulsed with pleasure.

  “Oh,” I whispered. “That feels so good.”

  The brothers knelt at the head of the mattress, the clink of their belts unbuckling, making my mouth water in anticipation for their dicks. This would be like last term, except for the werewolf between my spread legs, licking me to distraction.

  Resting my elbows on the mattress, I beckoned them toward me with both hands. “Come here.”

  All three of them edged closer, unleashing their erections from their pants. I licked my lips and kissed each one on their tips. They were mine, and I would do whatever it took to cement our bond. We needed to be strong for our encounter with Radu.

  “Me first.” Dante slipped his dick between my lips.

  I reached out and gripped Nero and Raphael by their hot, thick shafts.

  “Are you ready for my cock?” Gates lined up the tip of his dick to my hungry opening.

  “Mmmm!” I said through a mouthful of Dante. Giving my ass a little wiggle, I hoped he understood I meant yes.

  Gates pushed through my opening, giving me a wonderfully delicious stretch. My core muscles wrapped around his thick length like a much longed-for hug. He was a perfect fit— the same size as the other boys but much warmer. His large hands gripped my hips, and he pushed himself deep into my core.

  “Ah!” I pulled back from Dante and turned to Raphael, whose pale dick streamed with pre-cum.

  Gates thrust into me deep and hard, sending explosions of ecstasy between my legs. He continued this steady, relentless pace, making me cry out around the dicks. A little voice in the back of my mind told me to hurry up and try to bond with Gates, but the pleasure tingling along my every nerve ending drowned it out.

  The werewolf knelt over my back and panted in my ear. “You’re so hot and tight and wet. A fucking dream.”

  I hummed around my mouthful of Raphael, who threw his head back and groaned.

  “Four cocks, Alicia.” Gates tugged hard at my nipples as he pounded into me from behind. “Did you ever think you’d be able to take so many?”

  Never. Before my arrival at the Sanguine Vampire Academy, I had never gotten naked in front of one man, let alone several. And I had never given a blow job or even had sex. Before then, I had thought vampires and werewolves were fictional creatures. Now, not only had I fucked each type, I’d transformed into a supernatural being with four gorgeous, supernatural mates.

  One of Gates’ hands slid between my legs, and he rubbed my throbbing clit.

  “I want to feel you cum around my cock,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You’ll squeeze and clench and make me explode.”

  His rough fingers moved over my nub in time with the fingers tugging at my nipple. I would have cried out, but Nero’s dick had completely filled my mouth.

  Gates continued the stream of dirty talk, teasing me with his busy fingers until something snapped. My core muscles rippled and clenched around his dick, and he picked up his thrusts.

  Low, sexy growls reverberated across my back, quickening my orgasm. Then with one hard thrust, he climaxed deep inside me.

  His heavy weight slumped onto my back, and I lowered my head away from Nero’s dick, taking the opportunity to inspect his chakras. I reached out with my root chakra and connected to Gates. This time, the silver magic didn’t react to my presence.

  Gates stretched and yawned. “That was amazing.”

  I blinked through bleary eyes. “Dracula probably won’t arrive until sunset. We might as well conserve our energy until then.”

  “Not before you finish the three jobs you started,” said Nero with a smirk.

  After sucking off the brothers, I spent the next hour teasing out the silver strands from Gates’ red chakra until all that remained were tiny sparkles. Gates transformed into a dire wolf, but as it wasn’t the full moon, we didn’t know if he would still become a werewolf.

  We all joined forces and created a powerful ward around the mattresses, and I lay on Raphael’s front, finalizing our connection. The copper-haired day-walker stroked my back until I fell asleep in his arms.

  Hours later, the door to the gatehouse creaked open, and a male voice said, “The compost truck is approaching from the back entrance.”

  “So?” asked another male voice.

  Placing both hands on Raphael’s chest, I raised my head from the mezzanine, hoping no-one noticed we had set up a ward around the mattresses. A quartet of hunters stood in the gatehouse, looking out through the wi
ndow. Each of them wore the black-and-white uniforms of knockers.

  Outside, the sun sank low in the sky, casting an orange haze over the horizon. Butterflies took flight in my stomach. It was nearly time for the vampires to arrive.

  The female hunter glanced down at her clipboard. “This fleet of limousines probably contains knockers forced to fight Dracula’s battles. Let’s go easy with them and see if our lord will break their enchantment after the battle.”

  “Right,” replied her colleague.

  “Are those knockers?” asked Nero from my side.

  “Hunters in disguise.” I reached down to the edge of the mattress, picked up my dress from the pile, and threw a pair of jeans on Gates’ stomach.

  “Should we kill them?” Still lying on his back, Gates shuffled into his jeans.

  “Not yet,” I replied. “We still need those hunters to open the wards.”

  “But you can do that,” said Raphael.

  I eyed the gold hue reflecting off the new wards. “Not in a way that won’t have every hunter manning the wards running to see who’s been messing with them.”

  Moments later, six stretch limousines arrived before the gatehouse.

  The group of hunters walked out of the building, pressed their hands on the ward, and created an arch large enough for the limousines to enter. As soon as the final vehicle rolled through, they closed the wards.

  I swung out of the mattress and sat on its edge. Clasping hands with Nero and Raphael, I extended my tendrils of magic through the gatehouse and toward the hunters.

  Gates smirked. “They won’t know what hit them.”

  In a lightning-fast movement, I wrapped our combined power around their soul star chakras and pulled hard. All four hunters’ chakras flew out from their bodies, and explosions of light filled the gatehouse.

  “Nice work!” Gates jumped down from the mezzanine, hitting the floor around the same time as the hunters’ dead bodies. He flung open the door, ran to the hearse at the end of the procession, and knocked on the window.

  The driver didn’t respond.

  Dante and Nero sped out of the gatehouse and ran to the limousine at the head of the procession. Raphael scooped me up into his arms and caught up.

  An electric window lowered, and a boy who looked about ten years old glowered out from the back seat. “What’s the meaning of this?”

  I peered into the limo and found a group of even younger children. My gaze dropped to the sunlight insignias embossed onto the black leather of their military-style jackets.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  The boy stuck his nose in the air. “Lord Dracula’s personal guard. Who are you?”

  Raphael and I shared puzzled glances. When the boy didn’t elaborate, I asked, “Why does Dracula need children to guard him?”

  The boy’s lips tightened with annoyance. “Each one of us is a seasoned warrior.”

  A girl with chocolate-brown ringlets nodded. “That’s right,” she said, revealing missing front teeth. “I’ve been training to protect Lord Dracula since I was three.”

  I’d only seen such tight ringlets on two people: Radu and Dracula’s portraits. The little girl was clearly related to Dracula, and their arrival at sunset meant that one of her parents was a frumosi. “You’re day-walkers, aren’t you?”

  “So what if we are?” the boy asked.

  “We’re day-walkers, too,” said Raphael. “And we don’t think you should go up to the castle. Radu’s up there.”

  He snorted. “Step aside. Lord Dracula is here to inspect a potential consort.”

  My stomach clenched with remembered dread. In all this business with the blood-drinking, life-force-stealing hunters, I’d completely forgotten that Lady Mantis had contacted Dracula with a view of usurping his throne. The poor bastard was supposed to inspect me.

  Raphael frowned. “Is there any way you can contact the others and tell them this is a trap?”

  The boy leaned forward and knocked on the glass partition separating his fellow day-walkers from the driver. “These twits are wasting our time. Let’s move onto the castle.”

  He wound up the window, and the limousine continued down the road. I scratched my head. Either this group of day-walkers really were impressive warriors, or they were about to need rescuing when the hunters threw them into the dungeon.

  Gates growled at the speeding vehicles. “Little brats.”

  “They’ve been brainwashed,” said Dante.

  “What?”

  “Being a child favored by a vampire lord makes you feel invincible until his attention turns somewhere else.”

  Raphael ran a hand through his copper hair. “That’s when you realize he considers you easily replaceable.”

  Nero shrugged. “It’s not their fault. Those children will soon come to a rude awakening.”

  “Let’s get there before them,” I said.

  Dante scooped me up into his arms, while Raphael slung Gates over his shoulder. A heartbeat later, we sped up the hill and through the forest, not stopping until we reached a grove of trees close to the castle’s entrance.

  “Have you seen Justine?” asked one of the hunters outside the castle’s double doors. “Lord Radu needs her by his side during the battle.”

  “That new girl probably killed her,” said a female hunter with vivid red hair. She nudged her friend, a dark-haired woman with spiky hair. “Alicia Stephens.”

  I choked on air from my hiding place behind the tree.

  “What?” asked Alexandru, a hunter I recognized from the dining room.

  “Remember what Zarah told everyone? Stephens murdered the Mantis and Preta girls to eliminate any competition for the Stryx brothers.” The redhead spread her arms into a wide shrug. “Then Stephens murdered Zarah to move up the ladder.”

  Raphael gave me a gentle pat on the shoulder, likely because he’d been the one to kill Kush, but it did nothing to soothe the irritation thrumming under my skin.

  “That might be true,” said Alexandru, “but there’s no way a newbie could best Justine.”

  “Feeding play gone wrong?” added another male hunter with a leer in his voice.

  Alexandru shook his head. “Don’t be daft. Justine doesn’t even like girls that way.”

  “True.” The female hunter rubbed her chin. “That still doesn’t mean Alicia Stephens isn’t in some way involved in Justine’s disappearance.”

  “Nothing would surprise me these days.” The dark-haired hunter strode into the castle and disappeared down the hallway.

  I clenched my teeth. What was it with people around here believing gossip? Even though the events she recounted were true, I didn’t murder anyone for advancement or to attract the attention of men.

  “Don’t listen to her,” muttered Nero.

  Raphael rubbed my back. “She’s just vindictive because she wasn’t singled out for attention.”

  “I don’t care,” I lied.

  “We should be killing instead of commiserating,” Dante drawled.

  “You’re right.” I grabbed the boys’ hands. “Ready?”

  “One second.” Gates snatched Raphael’s hand. “Now.”

  I reached through the trees and yanked out the male hunters’ chakras, creating an explosion of light that made the woman badmouthing me shriek. A few more hunters rushed out through the double doors, and I divested them of their chakras in the same fashion. The body of the largest hunter toppled backward onto the woman, making her fall flat on her face.

  “Let’s go.” I stepped out from out of the trees, across the gravel courtyard, and up the stone steps, where the red-haired woman stared up at me with frightened eyes.

  “Don’t kill me,” she whispered.

  Nero bared his teeth. “Tell us where Radu is waiting for Dracula, or I’ll snap your neck.”

  “There’s a delivery hatch by the kitchens,” she blurted. “Lady Mantis said it’s the entrance Dracula uses.”

  “By the way, I heard what you said abo
ut me,” I snapped.

  Her face paled. “You’re betraying us, aren’t you?”

  “I came to this academy as a prisoner, and I became even more of a prisoner when you hunters took it over.”

  “You could have said no,” she whispered.

  I resisted the urge to kick her in the face. “A girl called Kat refused to drink the bloodroot, and Radu ordered Zarah Peridot to absorb her.”

  “At least she stuck to her principles. You went ahead and absorbed Zarah!”

  I snarled, making her cower into the head of the body pinning her to the stone floor.

  Dante clapped me on the back. “Why are you even having this conversation? Petty people exist everywhere, and there isn’t a thing you can do about their lies.”

  “You’re right.” I stepped over the girl. “Let’s lock the door and put some kind of ward on it to keep those little day-walkers out.”

  A snapping sound from my back indicated that someone had put the hunter out of her misery. Shaking off thoughts of her pettiness, I continued through the entrance hall and toward the other side of the castle. The battle was nigh, and we would strike when Radu was at his most vulnerable.

  Chapter 20

  We snuck through the secret passageways to meet Radu and his entourage at the back exit. The journey was dark, with the echo of our footsteps filling the silence.

  Nero and Raphael rushed ahead, while I jogged between Dante and Gates, making a last-minute examination of their chakras. We needed to fight at maximum strength tonight.

  Radu’s power seemed to have no limit. And after seeing the lack of fighting prowess of Dracula’s day-walker army, I wasn’t sure the old vampire was strategic or sane enough to fight a monster like his younger brother.

  “Has Dracula ever visited the academy?” Gates asked from my right.

  “Not in the six years we’ve attended,” Dante replied. “He’s even more reclusive than our father.”

  Raphael opened the door to a stairwell. “This is the fastest route to the back entrance.”