Academy of Sorcery: Term 2: Fallen Master

by Alexa B. James

  “I can fill you full every night,” he said, sliding his finger into me.

  I gasped and arched up, stifling a cry when I saw a paint splatter glowing like stars on another player. I bit down on my lip, holding in a moan of pleasure as Tadeu’s finger pumped into my wetness faster and faster. I squeezed my knees together, increasing the pressure on my clit. He pulsed his finger inside me, and a tiny whimper escaped my throat. Seconds later, a paint dart burst on my chest.

  With a cry, I released Tadeu’s hand. He chuckled and drew away, flicking on a flashlight. His accomplice, Josue, stood grinning a few paces back.

  “You cheater,” I cried, punching Tadeu furiously in one solid pectoral. “You just got me going so I wouldn’t run while your partner snuck up on me.”

  “I could have just held you down and called for him, but this was more fun.” He popped his finger in his mouth and sucked greedily. “Tastes like cherries.”

  “Stop calling it that, or I’ll give you a taste of my fist.”

  Josue was laughing his ass off. “Rejected again,” he hooted.

  Tadeu stood and offered me a hand, which I slapped away. “Have fun with your stable maid tonight. Too bad you can’t get anyone better.”

  “Says the woman who begged me to fuck her the day I first kissed her.”

  “You’re a vulgar, horrible man.”

  “The best kind to fuck.”

  “Then how come we haven’t?” I shot back. It wasn’t a fair question. I was the one who had stopped it every time. I wanted Tadeu, and I wanted him to be my first. I always had. But despite my wild upbringing, where I’d run free with the kitchen boys and stable hands, as dirty as a street urchin and as seldom watched over, some of the royal attitude must have worked its way into me when I wasn’t looking.

  The truth was, I wanted my father’s approval. I didn’t want to, but I did. I longed for him to one day tell me he was proud of me. To tell me I’d done something right. I knew I’d never be queen—only the first child of two shifters could rule, as only they had the ability to shift. I was a throwaway child, an extra, an ordinary human like Tadeu and the other commoners I’d grown up playing with. As a commoner, I was lucky to live in the palace at all.

  And yet, it wasn’t enough. Just once, I longed for Father to smile at me the way he did at Camila. I wanted him to tell me I’d chosen well. I wanted, one day, to elevate Tadeu’s status by marrying him. I didn’t want to be another girl he fucked in the hay loft. I wanted to be his proper wife.

  Proper wives did not get fucked on the arena floor where the king hired dancers and fighters and magicians to entertain him. Proper wives didn’t get fucked by stable hands. Even if they were ordinary humans, proper wives definitely didn’t get fucked as a distraction tactic during a game of paint-darts in the dark.

  “I’d better get home,” I said. “I need to return the keys before Father notices they’re gone.”

  “The princess needs her beauty sleep,” Josue said.

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “You sleep in the palace, don’t you?” Tadeu asked, throwing an arm over my shoulder. I cuddled against his muscular chest, the frustration of my near-orgasm building inside me. If only Josue hadn’t interrupted us just then. He could have had the decency to wait until I’d come before he shot me. Of course, he probably hadn’t known exactly what was going on. Or hell, maybe he did. It wasn’t like Tadeu was some kind of gentleman who wouldn’t tell his friends how much the princess liked his fingerbanging.

  “Damn, my shoes are gone,” I said when we got to the alley.

  Josue cracked up again.

  “It’s not funny,” I said. “Someone stole my shoes.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t leave them in the street,” Tadeu said. “Besides, whoever took them probably needs them more than you.”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” I said, laughing as I started back toward the palace on bare feet, along streets as familiar to me as my own bedroom. There were the stairs where I’d fallen and broken my first bone (age eight), the doorstep where I’d had my first kiss (age eleven), and the bakery where I’d been caught stealing pastries and told I was too old for such shenanigans (age fifteen)

  Who was I kidding? I was the worst princess ever. Father was never going to approve of me. I might as well get it over with and at least have some fun before I shriveled up and died of sexual frustration.

  I stopped at the gates and threw an arm around Tadeu’s neck. Standing on tiptoes, I gave him a thorough kiss. “I’ll give it up when you invite me over to your house and make me feel special.”

  He scoffed. “The princess wants to feel special.”

  “Every girl wants to feel special,” I said, pressing my breasts against his chest. “And I don’t mean special to the Ocelot Clan. I mean special to you.”

  “Oh,” he said, his hands falling on my hips and his eyebrows rising. “That’s it?”

  “That’s it,” I said, nipping at his chin.

  “Consider it done,” he said, his voice husky. “Tomorrow night.”

  “See you then, Cowboy,” I said, giving his ass a squeeze before releasing him. I watched him swagger off towards the servants’ quarters behind the stables. With a smile on my face, I turned and jogged up the steps and into the palace, hoping no one would notice my bare feet or paint-splattered shirt.

  I shouldn’t have bothered. No one gave me a second glance. I slipped by Gabor, the guard at the end of the hallway, and ran toward my room on tiptoes. By now, the guards were used to me running off at all hours and coming home in all conditions, but my heart still raced until I reached my door and could relax. It wasn’t until I slid through the door of my room that I realized my absence had been noticed.

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