Corviticus University: Revelations

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by J. E. Cluney


  “Haven’t you got lectures too?” I frowned. I was sure he normally did.

  “Yeah, but it’s not like they’re in the same class, she’s got her animal stuff. I was just going to watch them from home tomorrow.”

  ‘I can go. If anything comes up, you’ll be close enough that I can call out to you mentally?’ Ollie offered as he spoke to Skip. I could hear him though, like always when he was in cat form.

  “Okay, that works,” Skip nodded, although he was frowning at the cooking chicken.

  He was worried about her. I could see that. Maybe I was being too hard on him, too distrusting when I shouldn’t be. We were friends after all, even if things had become more distant in recent years.

  “We should give her some ibuprofen with dinner. The cramps are getting worse,” I noted as I reached out. VB was in the shower, groaning at the frustrating pain. She’d started bleeding too now.

  I spotted the green bag from the shop on the counter, and headed over to fetch out the pads she’d bought. There was also some more cereal and fruits for herself.

  Skip watched me carry the packet out of the kitchen, and I heard him murmur something to Ollie about our little VB.

  I needed to take a step back. I could have her when I wanted to, that was clear, but I couldn’t hold her back from wanting the others if that was how she felt.

  That included Skip.

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  I was quite glad to find Marcus waiting outside the bathroom door with my pads for me.

  Now that was a real man, looking so devilishly handsome with his raven black hair spiked up at the front, and that carefully trimmed box beard that only added to his alluring attractiveness. I still wasn’t convinced they didn’t all come from a model house when they were children.

  “Don’t think about how good I look, please. It makes it so hard to resist you,” he groaned, those frosty eyes rolling over me in just my towel.

  “Then don’t resist,” I purred as I leaned up to wrap my arms around his neck.

  He seemed caught by surprise by this, but his mouth melded with my own, and his arms wrapped around my waist as he kissed me.

  His cool lips moved against mine, his tongue skimming my bottom lip teasingly.

  I opened up to him, the heat rushing through my body.

  ‘Dinner will be ready soon, I’m pretty sure Lucas has just rolled up,’ he moaned into my mind.

  ‘Can’t I enjoy a taste of dessert first?’ I purred, my tongue diving into his mouth.

  I heard him drop the packet of pads as his grip around me tightened. His tongue joined mine in a battle for dominance, and I pushed my body against his, hating that there was a flimsy towel dividing us.

  I pulled back as Skip yelled out to inform me that dinner was five minutes out. My warning to be dressed and downstairs if I didn’t want it going cold.

  I sighed as brushed my lips against Marcus’ once more, and his hands glided up my back to pull my hair out of the bun I’d worn to keep it dry.

  “You are so tempting,” he said, his voice deep and husky as he moved to kiss my neck.

  God, I wanted to take this into the bedroom and spend the night fighting my worries away.

  But I was also hungry, which my growling stomach reminded me of.

  Marcus just smirked as he pulled away, trailing one cool finger down my cheek, leaving sweet tingles in its wake.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got no classes tonight. We can spend time together tonight,” he promised as he kissed my forehead.

  And then he was gone, flitting to his room.

  I knew he had to leave me before it became too much and he had to have me. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

  And that only excited me more.

  I looked down at my pads on the floor, scowling at them.

  Would he still want to do stuff with me even if it was blood wars week?

  ‘Of course, we just use a towel.’ His velvety smooth voice brushed through my mind.

  Oh boy.

  I needed to go get dressed and calm my body down before I went downstairs with the two shifters.

  My mind instantly jumped back to the scene of Skip and Ollie with Lucy, and I moaned softly as I picked my pads up.

  Would Marcus share me with Skip if Ollie was out of action.

  His soft growl in my mind just made me smirk.

  Why couldn’t I have my fun with the pair?

  Or maybe Lucas and Skip would share me? Lucas liked girls too.

  ‘No, you’re mine tonight,’ Marcus growled. Someone was a little possessive.

  And yet, it only made me more confident and proud. He wanted me badly.

  Then he could have me tonight.

  But if I wanted to enjoy the others, I would. They all wanted me as well, and so far things hadn’t changed despite the sex starting up.

  Hell, it was the sex house. They shared and had sex together all the time. Why would I be any different?

  Marcus muttered something about not liking to share, and yet I know he’d enjoyed it when I’d been with Ollie. Maybe it was because they all had a soft spot for him.

  I headed into my room to change and put a pad on, making sure to take my time brushing my hair and making sure my arousal had died right down before I headed back downstairs.

  I was surprised that my magic hadn’t played up yet considering how horny I was getting.

  It certainly would soon. For some bizarre reason, I always got more horny when it was that time of the month. No idea why. But sex did help with the cramps and bringing a quicker end to the momentary nightmare.

  “Dinner is served!” Skip announced when I joined them at the dinner table.

  I practically drooled at the sight of the chicken parmigiana covered in cheese. He’d even agreed to no ham on mine, which was the traditional way of making it.

  “”Sorry Ollie,” Lucas said as he sat down beside the ginger and white cat seated at the table.

  I loved the sight of him sitting with us, despite not eating. Those gorgeous amber eyes watching us as we delved in.

  “Anyone want drinks?” Lucas asked as Skip sat down beside me. Ollie and Lucas were opposite us.

  “Crap, what would you like?” Skip turned to me, and I stiffened as he rested one hand on my thigh questioningly.

  Nope. That was too much right now, not when my drive was still simmering beneath the surface.

  “Orange juice is fine,” I squeaked as I focused on my meal. I cut into it, trying to ignore the hand lingering on my leg.

  I know he sensed it had thrown me off too as he gave me a sly smile.

  “I’ll get the drinks, coke for you?” Lucas asked, forcing Skip to look away from me.

  “Sure.”

  The orange juice bottle floated out of the fridge and poured itself into a glass for me while the can of coke drifted out of the shelf of the fridge to sit before Skip.

  ‘What about me?’ Ollie huffed.

  “I can give you water?” Lucas offered.

  ‘I want milk,’ he said dramatically, and I choked as he stomped his little paw down fiercely.

  Jesus, he was too adorable and funny.

  “You’re studying veterinary science, you should know cats shouldn’t have milk,” Lucas gave him a confused look, his mouth curving up as he straightened his grey suit he’d chosen for today.

  ‘I’m not a normal cat,’ Ollie stated.

  Lucas just rolled his eyes, giving me an amused smile as he flicked his hand.

  The milk bottle poured lightly into a saucer which then made its way over to the table.

  I just grinned as Ollie stood on his hind legs to reach the saucer, carefully lapping the milk up.

  “I swear you take advantage of being like that sometimes,” Lucas sighed as he picked up his knife and fork.

  Skip was already smashing through his meal, and I just shook my head as I dug in.

  “He likes to make us laugh,” Marcus said as he joined us. He sat at the end of the table near me, and I gave hi
m a soft smile.

  “So, we’re still doing the four-wheel-driving tomorrow?” Lucas checked.

  “Yep, Ollie is still coming, and Marcus,” I piped up.

  “Great, all of us together,” Lucas beamed, and I knew he was delighted by the idea.

  I could feel Marcus watching me as I ate, and I was glad Skip had removed his hand from my leg.

  There was always going to be some weird rivalry between them it seemed.

  After dinner we all decided to head to our respective rooms to study or something. Ollie just sat on the lounge, content to sleep there in hopes he’d shift back by tomorrow. I hoped it would work for him.

  Marcus followed me upstairs and into my room, and as soon as the door was closed, he had me in his arms again.

  “I did actually want to do a little bit of reading,” I chuckled as he kissed my neck.

  “Why?” he grumbled, unimpressed at the idea.

  “I wanted to read up on wendigos,” I stated as I spun free from his grip.

  He looked after me both longingly and with some concern as I sunk onto the edge of my bed and grabbed one of the encyclopedias of supes off the floor.

  He sighed as he joined me, stroking the side of my face as I opened up the book. He was one hell of a distraction, and I struggled to find the area to flip to from the contents page as he ran his cool fingers down my neck, brushing my hair to the side to trace soft circles on my skin.

  I shivered at the sweet sensations as I flipped through the book, frowning as I found the wendigo page.

  The creature depicted was terrifying. A man with an animal skull for a face and horns. His hollowed out black eyes glowed red faintly, and a chill swept through me at the sight.

  Was that really what had been in the yard?

  “You’re safe here,” Marcus murmured as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

  Then why didn’t I feel safe?

  The more I looked at this picture, the more frightening it was.

  “Here.” Marcus gently took the book from me and shut it, giving me a sad smile. “Don’t look at it. Mr Brady and Lucas are on it, you’re getting all worked up over nothing, I promise.”

  I searched those tender icy eyes, trying to peer into his head. I could feel his concern for me, his need to protect me, but I also knew he was hiding something. Blocking it from me.

  What was so bad that he had to hide it from me?

  Marcus just pursed his lips as he cupped the side of my face.

  “We won’t let anything ever happen to you. Any of us,” he said firmly.

  I believed him. I believed they’d do their best.

  But there was a pit in my stomach now, and I chewed my lip as I eyed the window. The drapes were drawn, but I still shivered at the reminder of what I’d seen outside.

  “Hey, wait here,” Marcus instructed as he shot to his feet.

  He flitted out and was back before I could even respond, holding a small set of speakers and his phone.

  He set them down on my bedside table and swiped through his phone.

  I just frowned as I watched him, but then a smile formed as some rock music started playing through the speakers.

  Some good old AC/DC.

  “You’re so weird,” I chuckled as I let the energy from the lively music move through me. It always helped relax me and gave me a boost.

  “So, how about I take your mind off everything for a while?” he suggested as he shuffled closer to me.

  My eyes fell to his lips, and I nodded softly.

  I wasn’t going to say no to him. That was impossible.

  He just smirked, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he pulled me closer.

  We fell back onto the bed, me held tight against his chest as he nuzzled my hair.

  And then we were rolling over, and he captured my mouth. So cool and hungry, his tongue prying between my lips.

  I relaxed under his weight, moaning as his hands trailed down my sides and slipped under my shirt.

  I deepened the kiss, sucking on his lower lip as he moaned, loving how his arousal pushed against my belly.

  Just knowing I had that effect on him threw my body into sex mode.

  His fingers danced up my sides, and then he was raising me up so he could tug my shirt off.

  I stopped him from lying us back down as I pulled at his shirt, and he helped me pull the black tee off in one fluid movement.

  I quivered, a low moan escaping my lips as he ducked down, his lips brushing over one perky nipple.

  I ached badly for him, my body screaming for us to join.

  I snaked my fingers into his soft hair, massaging his head as he licked my nipple teasingly.

  “Marcus,” I rasped, desperate for him to take it further.

  He rumbled softly, and then he took that soft bud into his mouth, suckling it and grazing his teeth over it. I arched into him, loving the thrilling sensation as his other hand moved down to my waistband of my pajama pants.

  I groaned instantly.

  ‘I forgot the towel,’ he purred into my mind.

  The rush of cool air that hit my nipple as he flitted away made me shiver, but he was back instantly, closing the door behind him and joining me with the navy towel in hand.

  He was quick to remove my pants and underwear, lying the towel out on the bed beneath me before continuing his ravishing.

  “If I’m naked, you should be too,” I said softly.

  “Whatever you wish,” he gave me a gorgeous lopsided smile as he sat up.

  My legs trembled as he teasingly tugged his pants down, watching me with those stunning frosty eyes.

  He didn’t break eye contact as he slowly pulled them down, and I gulped as I saw his erection jump free in my peripheral vision.

  Mother of Satan, help me.

  I licked my lips unknowingly, and he let out a deep growl at the sight as his eyes darkened.

  And then his pants were completely off, and he was snaking up my body, littering kisses along my naval and ravishing my breasts once more.

  I tussled my hands in his hair, unable to stave off the self-consciousness about my monthlies being here.

  “Relax, I don’t care about them. I drink blood to survive,” he chuckled, his cool breath washing over my left nipple and making it harden.

  I instantly pictured him diving between my legs like that first night, lapping me up and enjoying my blood. The thought both excited and disgusted me.

  He just suckled on my nipple, one hand fondling the other as his soft chuckles echoed inside my head.

  ‘You won’t go down there, will you?’ I asked mentally.

  ‘If you really don’t want me to, I won’t,’ he murmured.

  I didn’t think I wanted him to. It wasn’t right.

  Sure, I’d only just started them, so there wouldn’t be much blood, but still. Periods were not sexy at all.

  And even if he was a vampire, it was still weird.

  Unless it was something he really wanted to do.

  ‘It’s an interesting thought,’ he said honestly.

  Okay. No. Definitely no.

  ‘Okay,’ he said, his tone light and amused.

  I gasped as he nipped my nipple lightly, and then his hand was trailing down my side, tracing soft patterns as he moved to stroke my hip.

  I closed my eyes, loving the music playing in the background. ‘Highway to Hell.’ Very fitting.

  I moaned as his fingers slid down my inner thigh, then moved up to dance along my bikini line.

  God, I was aching so badly now, it was becoming painful. The cramps had already lessened, I guess getting excited and my lady parts lubing themselves up helped a bit.

  I moaned as he gently brushed a finger over my clit, and then he nibbling on my pebbled nipple, the sparks of bliss shooting through me.

  His finger slid inside me, and I moaned in delight and relief to finally have something inside my needy walls.

  I moved my hands down the back of his neck, and trailed my fingers o
ver his rigid shoulder blades. So cool and soft to touch. Well, soft and hard, like he was carved from stone and a skin covering had been thrown over the top.

  ‘And you said I was weird,’ he snorted.

  I just grinned, but it was followed by a drawn out moan as he began stroking my g-spot.

  Fuck yes.

  I wanted to do something for him as he pleased me, I wanted to wrap my hand around his erection and pump him, bring him some bliss too.

  He growled as I sent the image to him.

  He sent back one hot and heavy scene of him pounding into me, bringing me to orgasm as he fed from me.

  God, he wanted to feed from me. The idea thrilled me.

  I arched against him as he continued favoring my breasts with his mouth, switching between them and littering kisses over my chest between suckling and nibbling.

  He slid a second digit inside, working my g-spot as he rubbed my clit.

  Damn, he was good with his hands.

  I moaned as the pleasure built up inside me, brimming and boiling, begging to let loose. My hands fell away from him as I threw my head back, gripping the sheets as my body writhed.

  “Yes, God yes,” I moaned, my breath coming out in pants now.

  “What do you want me to do?” Marcus drawled as he kissed my left breast, and I could feel those dark eyes watching me as his movements slowed.

  I whimpered, catching that hot gaze.

  “Faster, please, don’t stop,” I begged.

  A devious smile broke across his face.

  “You want me to go faster? You know, vampires have insane speed, VB?” he said teasingly, cocking his head as he ran his thumb over my clit and forced my body to tremble with desperation.

  God, why was he doing this when I was so close.

  “Please,” I rasped, arching and trying to get him to continue.

  “Pixies, always so naughty,” he grinned.

  I threw my head back as he began fingering me hard and fast, his thumb practically vibrating over my clit with the speed he was going.

  Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was thinking about how quickly he’d get essays done for uni. No wonder he always was doing other stuff.

  I cried out, cursing and arching high as the orgasm tore through me, waves of pure ecstasy coursing through me as he nuzzled my chest.

 

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