Corviticus University: Revelations

by J. E. Cluney

  But strangely, I loved them. I loved seeing and hearing the dirty thoughts of my four men. How I wanted to taste them all, see what they were all like.

  But Marcus. We hadn’t done that yet, just… other stuff.

  Would Ollie be hurt if I had Marcus stay with me tonight?

  Hell, I doubted I could wait until tonight.

  ‘Why don’t you take a shower and I join you?’ Marcus suggested, and I could see what he wanted to do to me. He wanted to taste me again, give me a nip.

  The thought made my legs turn to jelly. Those bitten orgasms were intense and so perfect. I could really use one to keep my mind quiet for a while longer.

  I headed out into the living room just in time for Emma to give me a hug goodbye and wave to the guys.

  Skip was immersed in his game, while Ollie looked like he was drifting off to sleep beside him.

  And Marcus was watching me hungrily from his seat on the opposite lounge, those frosty eyes swallowing me up.

  “I’m going to take an early shower and do some studying in my room, but I’ll see you guys for dinner,” I said as I tried to sneak past Skip and Ollie.

  Sadly, I forgot that shifters could scent my arousal.

  “Damn, little pixie in a fine mood?” Skip moaned as he paused his game. The way his bright blue eyes rolled over me only made me hornier. The thought of having him join us was tempting.

  ’No,’ Marcus growled in my mind.

  ‘But it’s fine for me to do stuff with Ollie?’ I shot back.

  Marcus stiffened but didn’t think anything else.

  Ollie was sitting up now, looking rather peeved about his tiny stature right now.

  “I need a shower,” I repeated, but I could sense Skip didn’t want to let this go. He’d held off long enough, and to be honest, everyone else had had their moment. Funny, considering he was the playboy.

  He went to stand up, but Marcus shot up and picked me up bridal style as he snarled at Skip. He actually snarled, like an animal.

  I barely heard Skip mumble to Ollie about how the little shifter was going to be fighting for me before Marcus had whisked me upstairs.

  I barely had a chance to grouch on him before I was pinned against the back of the bathroom door. He’d brought us right into the bathroom, and now our bodies were pressed together, those icy eyes burning into me with an unbridled passion.

  That look of want and tenderness all rolled into one made my legs give out, but he held me up against his strong, sturdy body.

  “I’ve been wanting to properly be with you, ever since the other night,” he groaned, his cool lips brushing my ear.

  I trembled against him as his cool fingers slipped under my grey shirt, stroking my belly and sending a mix of hot and cold shivers coursing through me.

  His lips found mine, and I melted into him as he kissed me, nibbling on lower lip to gain entry.

  His tongue snaked into my mouth, and it was a battle of the tongues as he pushed his body into mine, grinding against my hip. I moaned as I ran my hands down his sides, slipping them under his shirt to explore his lean, muscled body.

  My sexy little vampire.

  ‘I’m most certainly not little,’ he growled as he broke our kiss. I just smiled at his mind intrusion as he tugged my shirt over my head. I pulled at his, and he assisted me in removing the bothersome piece of clothing.

  I gasped as he whisked me up into the air, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist as he nuzzled my breasts.

  “You should wear a bra less often,” he groaned as one hand slid up my back to expertly unclasp the offending item.

  “Kinda need it,” I giggled as I kissed the hollow of his neck, loving how he quivered and lolled his head to the side.

  My body throbbed and burned with desire, but he was intent to take his time. Like usual.

  Was Skip the same way? I doubted it.

  “Really, you think of the others when we’re doing stuff?” he growled, but followed it up with a playful nip to my earlobe. I may think it, but he was the one who had me right now. That was his train of thought that I was gathering. Although he was never happy when Skip popped into my mind.

  “I can’t help it, it’s not my fault you can see into my head,” I murmured as his mouth moved down to my breasts as he hoisted me up higher on his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I arched into his cool mouth, loving how his tongue flicked over my nipple, swirling and teasing it.

  “It was your magic that did it,” he purred against my boob, the vibrations making my panties wet.

  I’d finally get to see what his delicious length looked like. I was damn curious.

  ‘It looks like a penis.’ His chuckles echoed around in my mind, and I moaned as he began gently nipping my nipple. My private parts were aching painfully now, and I wanted him to hurry up and get naked.

  “We’re taking a shower, remember?” he smirked as he pulled back to look up at me.

  God damn divine God. I could happily sit on that face.

  He laughed out loud at this, that deep, rumbling sound was so smooth and made me grin madly.

  He set me down to my utter dismay, but took my hand as he led me over to the shower.

  I wanted to just pull him back into my arms, have him take me right here on the floor.

  He groaned as he looked back at me with those hungry eyes, so dark and dilated right now.

  “Don’t tempt me,” he warned as he started the shower.

  Once the water was at a nice temperature, he turned back to me with a devilish smirk that made him look like Satan was ready to fuck me up. And I was more than willing to accept it.

  He stepped forward, falling to his knees as he undid my denim shorts and tugged them down, his fingers gliding over my smooth legs. I moaned as he nuzzled me down there, drawing in my aroma. I wanted to jump into the shower out of worry that the long, warm day had made it smell too much down there.

  “Not at all, it’s perfect,” Marcus purred as he flicked his tongue out to drag it over my clit. My legs turned to jelly and I nearly fell right on him.

  Instead, he stood back up, holding me steady as he undid his jeans.

  My eyes fell down, glued to his pelvic region as I waited desperately to see what it looked like.

  I quivered in excitement, my hands itching to speed his undressing along.

  He slipped out of his jeans, making it look somehow completely sexy and delicious, drawing a moan from my lips.

  His black briefs were all that obstructed my view, but the length pushing against them, demanding to be freed, made my mouth water and my legs shake.

  “Allow me,” I murmured, my voice coming out more sultry than I intended as I gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

  I trailed lazy kisses down his chest, dancing my lips over his waistband as he moaned and ran his fingers through my hair.

  I gripped the edge of his briefs in my teeth, tugging them down gently before switching to my hands to make it easier for me.

  My heart fluttered as I felt his length twinge at my closeness, and I carefully pulled those briefs over his erection, freeing his manhood for the whole world to see.

  And it was a majestic piece of man flesh.

  As perfectly carved from stone as he was, paler than normal, but firm and standing to attention.

  No.

  He certainly wasn’t little by any means.

  I licked my lips, loving how he moaned in angst at the sight.

  His dick twinged as well, and I moved forward to run my tongue up the length of it.

  “Fuck,” Marcus moaned as I pulled the briefs right down to his ankles as I tasted his sweet vanilla length.

  He stepped out of his briefs, and I pushed him through the shower door and under the warm water, wanting to keep his body a little warmed up for me. His coolness was sometimes disconcerting. Besides, I didn’t want to waste water.

  I stroked the insides of his cool legs as I kneeled before him, my fingers tracing along those toned mu
scles as I danced them around his shaft teasingly.

  I stroked his balls, playing with them softly, rolling them in my hands before I flicked my tongue out to lick the tip of his length.

  Warm water splashed off his body and onto mine, and I flicked my tongue over his tip a few times, loving the moans and soft pants he released.

  I wanted to tease him until he couldn’t stand it anymore, until he was pinning me against the wall and fucking me as hard as he could.

  Well, being a vampire, hopefully not as hard as he could. I’d break.

  He chuckled at my random thoughts, but moaned as I guided his length into my mouth.

  His hands fisted in my wet hair, and he struggled to keep from face fucking me.

  I dragged my tongue along the underside of his length as I fondled his balls, sucking gently on his dick.

  He rocked against me softly, and I could feel his whole body tensing and flexing as he held himself back.

  What a good little vampire.

  “Not little,” he growled through gritted teeth.

  “Prove it,” I purred as I pulled back and stood up, loving the warm water now washing over me fully.

  Those icy eyes focused on me, and the hunger and desire in them made my breath catch.

  Marcus whipped me around so that my chest and belly were towards the wall, and he guided my hands to plant them on the tiles, spacing his own out around mine.

  I shuddered as his length probed my cheeks, but then he reached down, testing my wetness with one finger and teasing me.

  “Just do it,” I moaned, trembling as my body begged for him, begged to be filled.

  “Tell me what you want me to do,” he said huskily, slowly fingering me, brushing that one finger in agonizingly slow sweeps against my walls.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I groaned, my breath coming out in short, hot rasps.

  He chuckled as he slipped another finger in, and I tried to rock back against him to speed it up, but he held me at bay with his other hand.

  “You really are a naughty little pixie, VB,” he breathed as he kissed between my shoulder blades.

  He had no idea.

  “Oh, but I do,” he chuckled.

  I moaned in pure bliss as his finger pulled out and that thick length slid into me, stretching me as I threw my head back.

  About fucking time.

  He grunted as he sunk between my warm walls, his hands sliding around me to grip my breasts as he bent me over some more.

  I gasped as he began slowly rocking into me, driving himself deep inside.

  The angle was perfect, and I thrust back into him, loving how his length rubbed me in all the right spots.

  My hands struggled to remain on the wall as I gasped and panted, begging him to fuck me harder and faster in my mind.

  His moans and grunts were music to my ears as the warm water pattered down on us.

  He gripped my hips hard, yanking me back and pounding into me almost painfully.

  Now this was what I wanted.

  Soft cries escaped my lips as I clawed at the tiles, finding the tap handle and gripping it to keep my footing. Not that I thought he’d let me fall with how hard he was holding my hips. Those cool fingers were digging into me as he pounded into me.

  The coil snaked inside me, the pleasure building as I writhed against him, grinding back and swaying my hips to feel all of him.

  “Finish for me,” he moaned.

  Fuck.

  I gasped as he moved his hands to my ribcage and pulled me back up against his chest.

  He pinned me fully against the wall, the cool tiles startling me as my feet rose off the shower floor.

  I quivered and cried out as he continued hammering into me, so close to my climax.

  Then the big finale came as he sunk those elongated fangs into my neck, and the white bliss rocked through me as I lost my breath, gasping for air.

  My body shook and spasmed, and I could vaguely feel his body trembling against me as he unloaded himself inside me, moaning in pure delight and ecstasy as he drank from me.

  The euphoria snaked through my every fiber, warmth flooding me right to my fingertips as they tingled, and I slumped against the wall as he continued to feed from me, dragging out my orgasm.

  Waves rolled over me, and I savored every delicious moment of it.

  ‘Perfect,’ Marcus’ voice purred in my mind as his fangs pulled out of my neck.

  My cheek rested against the tiles, now warming up thanks to my hot body.

  I was glad he had me pinned to the wall, because I was positive I would collapse without him. My legs were still tingling, and I struggled to gain my footing as he lowered me down.

  Sex with Ollie had been different, but still good. But this thing with Marcus, it was a goddamn addiction, being fed on.

  Guess that was why some supes hounded after the night creatures, desperate for their bite.

  I sighed in content as he withdrew from me, and I could feel our mingled juices run down my thighs. They were washed away with the water, but Marcus started chuckling as he pulled his body away from mine.

  He still held me upright with his strong hands though, and it took me a moment to realize why he was chuckling.

  I managed to look back at him, rolling my eyes lazily at the bubbles floating around us on the shower.

  “So the mischief magic infused orgasms is true then,” he smirked.

  “Yeah,” I barely managed a nod. The bliss was wearing off now, and I found my footing as I leaned back into him.

  “Well, we should probably have that shower still,” he mused as he stroked my cheek lovingly. I stared up into those icy eyes as I leaned back against his chest. What we shared was not like anything I had with the others. It was a deep connection, something utterly profound and perfect.

  Maybe even something some would call love.

  His gaze softened as he kissed the top of my head gently.

  “Let’s get you washed,” he murmured.

  “Be careful,” I groaned, causing him to frown. “Mischief magic is an arse.”

  Before I’d even finished saying it, a soft mew rose up from the floor, and I looked down at the shampoo bottle that had sprouted a plastic looking tail.

  “You mean like that?” Marcus snickered.

  I just sighed as I closed my eyes, imagining all my magic returning to me. I did not want to deal with my naughty magic right now.

  Marcus took the opportunity to start lathering me up, spending a fair bit of time focused on my breasts.

  Vampire or not, he was still a male.

  And as I reached out, my cheeks burned as I discovered Ollie had enjoyed our hot little session too. He was desperately wishing he could be human right now to deal with the arousal.

  So he felt my desire too. Just like Marcus had when I’d been with Ollie.

  ‘I felt your orgasm too,’ Ollie purred, but I could feel his agitation.

  Being stuck in a little cat’s body really did suck.

  A thought snuck into my mind from him, and I baulked as Marcus gave me a strange look.

  ‘I will not touch it when you’re in that form. I’m sorry, but no!’ I shot back.

  Ollie grumbled in my mind, and I chuckled out loud as I relayed it to Marcus, who just smirked and shook his head with amusement.

  ‘That’s so cruel,’ Ollie muttered.

  I just grinned as Marcus continued washing me.

  My life here really was unique.

  14

  Lucas.

  Annoyingly, my visit with my father had been pointless. I’d mustered up the courage to see him, and he’d been absolutely useless. So much for being a renowned warlock and Area Enforcer.

  I sat at my laptop, scribbling down notes as I tried to study, but my mind kept floating back to the scene with my father.

  I stood on the steps to my childhood home, having magicked myself over the towering gates and walls that set the property apart from many others. Why my father had insisted on walli
ng the whole place off was beyond me. Maybe he just wanted to prove he had the money for such an expenditure.

  The mansion was always something I’d never questioned, but in recent years I wondered why we had such a huge home. There had only been the four of us, and despite my father insisting on a butler being present, along with maids, I’d never allowed myself to be tended to. I’d always made my own food when needed unless it was a family dinner, and I used magic to clean my own room.

  I contemplated magicking the door open and strolling right on in, even finding myself smirking at the idea.

  Instead, I raised my hand to knock on the door.

  The fancy white wooden door with hand-carved designs swung open before I got the chance.

  “What brings you crawling back?”

  Sometimes I wish I could’ve been blessed with a brother, so I could punch him in the face.

  “I need to speak with the Area Enforcer,” I growled at my sister as she blocked the doorway with one perfectly manicured hand.

  She smirked out at me, her blonde locks done up in a high bun and those emerald eyes popping with the smokey eye makeup she wore.

  To be honest, I could do the look even better.

  But that hideous lime green dress was doing her no favors. I swear she sucked with fashion sometimes.

  “I doubt dad will want to see you,” she shrugged.

  “It’s about a student at the uni, I need to speak with him in a business manner,” I struggled not to shout at her. I hated her so much sometimes. There was no sibling love shared between us.

  “No,” she pursed her lips, giving me a delightedly look as she began closing the door.

  My sister may be the chosen child, but she was nowhere near as strong as me. She was merely a high-powered witch, considering how warlocks were only ever male.

  I blasted the door open with a torrent of air, knocking that prissy little bitch to the floor as she shrieked.

  I smiled down at her as she struggled to stand in her silver heels. She huffed and scowled at me.

  “Don’t mess with me, sis,” I muttered as I moved past her into the foyer. I headed down the hall and turned into the first door on my right, where my father’s study was. He would surely be there.

  “You shouldn’t be so nasty to your sister.”