by Lane Hart
“Oh yeah,” Drake says. “You’re so wet, ten seconds is all I’ll need to make you come on my tongue.”
I don’t have a chance to comment before his head disappears under my skirt and his mouth latches onto the most sensitive part of my body.
“Ohmygod!” I exclaim before I can even help myself.
“Quiet,” Drake warns, his deep voice vibrating against my flesh, reminding me I need to keep it down unless I want someone to walk in and bust us. And I don’t want that. Not now. Not until his flicking tongue keeps doing what it’s doing a little longer, stoking the flames inside of me to a crescendo. I vaguely hear the sound of a zipper going down but I’m too busy being engulfed by the flames. Higher and higher they go until I’m sweating and panting, certain this is how I’m going to die, with a vampire’s mouth between my legs in a broom closet.
But just before my skin starts melting off my bones, an explosion happens deep inside of me, one that makes my legs tremble and causes a moan to leave my lips before I shove my fist into my mouth to stifle it. It’s so much more intense than the tremor I had with Rowan. Waves of pleasure wrack through my body, strong ones that have me grinding down harder on Drake’s face involuntarily as if it knows he’s the one responsible for the burst of pleasure. I’m pretty sure there’s even a bright flash of light behind my closed eyelids before the head starts to sizzle out.
My eyes remain shut as I begin to recover. I even forget about my teeth biting into my fist until Drake removes it and replaces it with his lips. His fingers grip my hip so tightly with one hand that he’s probably leaving bruises, pulling me against his body so that I can feel his hard shaft he’s stroking in his other hand. His kiss is different from Rowan’s, salty and musky. I’m only slightly embarrassed when I realize why because I just feel too dang good at the moment, relaxed and happy.
“You’ve ruined me,” Drake whispers against my lips while he rubs himself through my slit. “I’m already craving another taste of you. Both fucking kinds.” He curses something I don’t catch, and then I feel something hot and sticky oozing down my inner thighs.
Turning my head to break our kiss, I lift my skirt up and watch as he fists himself, spraying my lower body with his thick release. And I should be angry or offended, but at the moment I couldn’t care less what he does to me after how amazing he made me feel.
When Drake finishes, milking every last drop from his shaft, he slams his forehead against the wall beside me but doesn’t let go of my hip. He just stays pressed against me and eventually his palm reaches around and drops to my bottom where he grabs a handful of it.
“You can’t tell anyone about this,” Drake says, making me cringe because I know I should be honest with Rowan.
“What if…what if I just…leave off your name?” I ask.
“Who would you tell?” he asks when he pulls back to look at my face.
“A friend.”
“A friend?” he repeats with one blond eyebrow arched. “Male or female friend?”
“Male.”
“A warlock?” he asks, but I keep my lips sealed on that one. “Fine, don’t answer. Will you at least tell me if you and your ‘friend’ do things like we just did when you’re together?”
“Yes, we do.”
“Are you still a virgin?” he asks with his jaw clenched.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to let him have it?”
“Probably,” I answer honestly.
Drake’s lips slant over mine, his tongue pushing its way inside before he pulls back. “Fine, go ahead and give your virginity to the fucker, but I want to be your second.”
“Y-you don’t care if I keep seeing him?”
Smirking, he leans forward and sucks on the side of my neck before his eyes meet mine again. “Hell no, not as long as I get to keep seeing you. Besides, I doubt you want to pop your cherry while standing up in a broom closet.” His thumb brushes over the place he just kissed, and he squeezes my neck gently. “But I don’t think you’ll mind when I bend you over and take you from behind in here while I drink from the side of your neck.”
“What if he doesn’t want me to keep seeing you?” I ask.
“It’s your body. You get to decide who you let inside of it, not him,” Drake remarks while his hand that’s on my bottom moves lower and I feel his fingertip gliding back and forth teasing but not touching my still damp pussy. “If you want me, then who cares what anyone else thinks? Soon enough your body won’t be your own.”
“What do you mean?”
“The coven wants you knocked up by a warlock ASAP. Doubt you’ll want to screw me or anyone else in closets once you’re carrying some other guy’s kids.”
“Oh,” I say since I hadn’t thought about that. I mean, I knew the masters want me to make more witches and warlocks, but I hadn’t considered having to actually carry them inside of me for nine months, assuming witches have the same gestational period as humans. It’s going to be weird having two people with me at all times, going where I go, never leaving me.
“Until you’re ready for that to happen, make sure he wraps it up,” Drake warns.
“That’s not a problem since he’s been –” I trail off once I realize that I’ve said too much.
“He’s been what?” he asks, studying my face closely. “Neutered? You’re screwing around with a shifter?” he basically shouts that information.
“Shh,” I warn him as I push on his shoulders to try and make him move away from me. “I should probably go before someone finds us.”
“I’d rather share you with a shifter than a fucking warlock,” Drake says. Eyes narrowing, he adds, “But now I’m curious to know which one.”
“Let it go,” I tell him. “If you don’t want me to tell him your name, then you don’t need to know his.”
“You’ve gotten feisty since I found you,” he replies with a grin. “I like it. It’s a good look on you.”
“What choice did I have other than continuing to be the kidnapped and helpless damsel in distress?”
“You’re not helpless anymore, having seduced not one but two males who are forbidden to be with you, punishable by death if caught. I think you’re gonna be just fine here, Harper.”
“Goodbye, Drake,” I say when I slip out from under him.
“Hey,” he whispers to stop me. When I turn around, he says, “Don’t forget your panties,” before he bends down to pick them up and offer them to me on the tip of his finger.
“Thanks,” I say when I take them, meaning I appreciate more than the reminder even if I do feel a little guilty about what we just did.
Chapter 15
Rowan
A war has been waging inside of me since the night I got Harper off on my fingers. I can’t risk falling for her, only to lose her for good just like I lost Rachel. The two of us aren’t supposed to be together. Period. By sneaking out to see me each night, she’s putting my life at risk.
And yet, I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting to see her, to talk to her. I want to touch and kiss every inch of her body, even knowing the consequences, which means I’m either the stupidest son of a bitch alive, or I’m falling for her already.
Harper wants me too, I know this. She shouldn’t, not that the coven masters would punish her if they found out. I’m the one who would have my head on the chopping block.
That’s why I keep holding back. I don’t want her to ever feel guilty or blame herself if something happens to me.
I also keep expecting her to show up one of these nights and tell me she’s met a warlock, one of her own kind, and wants to be with him instead of me. I would hate it, but at least I wouldn’t have to restrain myself from pinning her to the damn boulder and making her mine.
I’m so distracted by the conflicting thoughts in my head that I don’t even hear the leaves and limbs snapping, announcing her arrival before Harper is standing in front of me.
“Hey,” I say in greeting as I shine my flashlight over her, d
rinking her in, becoming even more infatuated with her than the day before.
“I need to tell you something,” Harper blurts out, no hi or hello. She’s still gasping for breath when her feet come to a stop inches from me, reminding me of how she sounded the night I got her off.
“Okay?” I ask.
“I, ah, sort of did something with someone else.”
“Did what?” I ask in confusion.
“Something similar to what you did to me a few weeks ago…”
“Finger fucked you?”
“No, um, gave me an orgasm,” she says while fidgeting with her hands. “But he used his mouth…”
“Oh. Oh!” I say when I realize she’s talking about letting someone eat her pussy. “Who did you…Wow, Harper. You’ve been a bad little witch.”
I wait for the feelings of jealousy to bombard me like I felt when guys at the gym checked out Rachel and asked for her number before I walked up and ran them off.
And they don’t come.
Maybe that makes me an asshole because I know I don’t love Harper like I loved Rachel. How could I when we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, and I spent years worshipping my fiancée?
“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” she says, which is surprising. “Still, if you don’t want me to do anything again with him, I won’t.”
The girl is nothing but sweet and honest, so I know for a fact that if I told her that I’m the only one who gets to have her, she wouldn’t fool around with anyone else. But I don’t have any right to make such demands on her when she’s so young and inexperienced, trying to figure out a way to cope with being in this place just like the rest of us.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her to me and kiss her parted lips softly.
“I don’t think I mind.”
“You don’t?” she looks up at me and asks in shock and maybe also a little bit of disappointment.
“No. I knew it was only a matter of time, really. And I guess I’m happy you’re making new…friends.”
“Is my blood addictive for vampires?” she blurts out randomly. Or at least I thought it was randomly until I realize who her other man is.
“A vampire, huh?” I say in disbelief. “That’s a dangerous, slippery slope, darlin’, and I’m not saying that out of jealousy. He could kill you.”
“Is my blood addictive to him?”
“From what I’ve heard, yes. Which means he may not be able to stop himself from draining you, even if he wanted to. And if he can show restraint, drinking from you too often will make you weak and anemic.”
“But he said he needs my blood to survive now that he’s had some. The first time, I was bleeding and he stole a few drops…”
“I don’t think he necessarily needs your blood to survive, but he may need a warlock’s. I just don’t know of any warlocks who would be willing to open a vein for a vamp.”
“Crap,” she mutters as she chews on her bottom lip.
“Promise me that you won’t let him have another drop of your blood unless I’m there to stop him, if necessary, at least until we figure out another option.”
“You would do that?” she asks softly. “You wouldn’t turn him in?”
“Hell no,” I assure her. “What you and I are doing isn’t exactly approved either.”
“Right,” Harper agrees with a sigh. She winds her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek. “Thank you, Rowan.”
“No problem,” I reply. “So, now tell me what you thought of the oral…”
“Oh my gosh,” she groans with a smile before burying her face in my chest. “Let’s not talk about that.” She lifts her head and then adds, “Unless you want to talk about the other kind…”
“The other kind of what? Oral?”
“Yes. I mean, if that’s something you’re interested in…”
“Darlin’, I’m male. We’re always interested in blowjobs,” I tell her. “But we don’t have to go there if you’re not ready for it.”
“I don’t mind trying,” she says coyly. “Is that why you haven’t…have you been waiting for me to return the favor?”
“No. Fuck no,” I tell her. “I want you so fucking bad, but I know we shouldn’t be together. The more we fool around, the harder it will be to stop, until I won’t be able to stop. We’ll never really get to be together, like a normal couple. All I can give you is a few minutes of sneaking around every night. I don’t want you to worry about me if we get caught.”
“We won’t get caught,” she says. “I’ll never tell anyone your name, even if they try to torture it out of me. And I’ll take every second I can get with you, even if it’s only a few a day. I mean, as long as you like being with me too?”
“Of course, I do,” I reply honestly. “I look forward to just seeing your face and enjoy talking to you.”
“I bet you’d enjoy my mouth more if we weren’t talking,” she taunts as she palms my cock through the front of my uniform pants and gives it a squeeze that perks it right up.
And I couldn’t turn down her offer even if someone put a gun to my head.
Harper
I watch as Rowan’s brown eyes darken when his gaze drops to my mouth; then he groans and adjusts himself, covering my hand on his bulge.
Taking that as a yes, I sink down to my knees in front of him on the dirt and leaves and then reach up to unzip his pants.
Rowan was starting to get hard when I grabbed him through his clothing, so I pull his shaft free and wrap my hand around him, stroking him the same way Drake was doing to himself earlier. He throws his head back and all of his breath leaves him in a rush. Leaning down, I lick across the rounded tip, making him curse as I taste the drips of saltiness that escaped.
“Tell me what I should do next,” I say before flattening my tongue over the crown again.
“You’re doing a…pretty fucking good job so far,” he informs me, his voice deeper, gruffer.
“Tell me.”
“Okay. Oh fuck. Lick me from the top to the bottom, then up the other side.”
“Like this?” I ask as my tongue does as he said.
“Oh hell yes,” he moans, which I take to be a good sign.
Holding his thick base with one hand, my mouth surrounds as much of him as I can before swirling my tongue and sucking as I pull back.
When I glance up to seek his approval, Rowan’s watching me through heavy eyelids. Wetting his lips, he says, “Just keep doing that, darlin’.”
His palms are clenching and grabbing onto the sides of his thighs, not touching me, but I think I know where he wants them, so I pull back to tell him.
“Show me, Rowan. I want you to let me know how you like it,” I tell him, grabbing one of his hands and putting it on the back of my head before my mouth covers him again. He adds the other hand and is gentle at first, softly stroking my hair. After a few seconds, he lightly grabs the back of my head and pulls it toward his body.
“Oh fuck,” he moans. “If you want me to stop, just cover my hands and I’ll let go, okay?”
I reach around and grab his backside, pulling his hips toward me, thrusting him down into my mouth so he’ll know I’m okay and not going anywhere. I wasn’t planning on moving my mouth from him until he comes. It’s the least I can do after he got me off with his hand in my panties. I’m still undecided on whether or not I’ll let him finish in my mouth, but figure I’ll just go with it for now.
Rowan’s fingers continue to caress the back of my head before he applies more pressure to bring it forward at the same time his hips thrust him up deeper into my mouth. I swirl my tongue and apply suction around as much of him as I can take as he begins to move. His rhythm picks up, becoming faster and faster as his groans and curses grow louder.
Whenever I look up at Rowan’s face, he watches me for a few seconds and then throws his head back and slams his eyes closed.
I taste another salty drip on my tongue, but so far it’s not a bad taste, so I keep going.
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nbsp; “I’m almost … oh shit … you better stop now, darlin’, or I’m gonna come in your mouth.” When I don’t remove my mouth from him, intent on taking everything he gives me, Rowan shouts, “Oh…oh fuck!” right before I feel the warm liquid pulse down my throat as it erupts from him.
His fingers continue cupping the back of my head as he pumps his hips. Finally, he thrusts his cock deeper and harder than all the other times as he releases a deep animalistic growl, one that doesn’t sound human. I think it may be the tiger inside of him, and I love knowing that I was responsible for invoking such a noise that I’m almost certain is pleasure. I may be shy and inexperienced, but I seem to be getting the hang of how to make a man feel good. Before I came here to the academy, I had never even kissed a boy and thought that doing anything else with a guy would feel wrong based on all the things my father told me about staying away from boys and not sleeping with anyone before marriage.
Now I know he was the only thing wrong because nothing I do with Rowan feels bad. Or Drake, for that matter. All I feel is good. Really good when I’m with them.
Rowan suddenly pulls my mouth off of him and then jerks me up to my feet, making me nervous for a moment before his lips capture mine in a deep, passionate, sexy kiss.
By the time he’s done, my legs are wobbling and there’s a smile on my face.
“Your mouth on me while you’re on your knees in that tiny uniform is the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever seen. And damn, darlin’, you didn’t need any help figuring that shit out either.”
I want to ask if that includes his former fiancée, but I refrain because I don’t want to bring her up and ruin our moment. Instead, I grab the back of his neck and kiss him again.
After we both need to come up for oxygen, I say, “When are we going to…when are you going to…”
“Go all the way with you?” he finishes while putting his cock away and zipping his pants back up.
“Yeah. That.”
“I don’t know, Harp. Out here in the woods on a boulder is not exactly a comfortable place to be with you your first time.”
