by S R Watson
Genesis walks back over to us. Her weariness hangs heavily on my shoulders. I wish I could ease her fears. Neither of us asked for this.
“I will do whatever it takes to protect you,” I promise.
“And that’s precisely my point,” Mr. Blakely interrupts. “You shouldn’t feel the need for protection here. The threat is outside.”
“You sent for me, Mr. Blakey?” A lean but muscular dude enters. His coal black hair is the opposite of blonde. He looks nothing like the guy from the courtyard.
He surveys the room and takes us all in, his stance on guard. Mr. Blakely explains what just happened by the fountain without revealing my class or that the attack was my premonition. He describes the guy with the details that I provided. “Do you know who this guy is?” Mr. Blakely questions.
“I think you’re talking about Daniel. He doesn’t go here, but I’ve seen him on campus not too long ago. He’s Mitchell’s cousin.”
“How is that even possible? None of the faculty have granted approval for him as a visitor. Looks like I need to summon Mitchell. He knows the rules.”
“I’ll do that now,” Professor Winters volunteers.
“I’m not one to rat out any part of my pack, but I don’t owe any allegiance to that guy. He and Mitchell have been challenging my position at every turn.”
“So you’re telling me that this isn’t Daniel’s first time here on campus—unauthorized?”
“Unfortunately not, sir. I know I should have come forward sooner, so I apologize for my part in this mess. The word is spreading rapidly around campus that we have half gods in our midst, and some may feel threatened. I don’t.”
“Well, I have a few words to spread around campus of my own. Anyone causing a disturbance will be expelled permanently. Zero tolerance and no second chances.” He turns to Genesis and me. “This breach was with the aid of another student. Measures will be taken so that there isn’t another,” Mr. Blakely assures us.
“The two of you will come with me to the lab so I can give you a physical. We will discuss the new powers you’ve both tapped into since practicing in class,” Professor Winters informs.
Genesis and I reluctantly follow her out of Mr. Blakely’s office, leaving him alone with Jason. I wanted a chance to identify this guy—to see firsthand that he is apprehended. He’s not a student here, so what punishment could they possible enforce? What would they do to the cousin? What are these measures they plan to implement to assure our safety? I have so many questions, but I will put my trust in the faculty. Genesis needs someone she can lean on, so I will be optimistic for her. We’re safe here.
I dash, lift ridiculous amount of weight, and unleash fire balls into a plexiglass enclosed box. It has a higher heat resistant of 360 degrees Fahrenheit, but I’m still able to melt it. These powers are all performed under the direction of Professor Winters and Professor Guenther. I look on as Genesis, surprisingly but successfully, accesses her newfound powers. She dashes, creates bigger ice sculptures, and phases through the portable wooden door brought in for this exercise. Her faces lights up with disbelief as she squeals around the room.
“I did it,” she yells repeatedly. “I just focused on what I wanted to do, and poof, I made it happen!”
Professor Winters and Professor Guenther look at each other, but I can’t read if it’s intrigue or worry. “I have a personal question to ask of you two,” Professor Winters begins. “Normally, I wouldn’t, but I promise it’s relevant.”
“Okay,” Genesis answers, looking over at me. “What is it?”
“Obviously, you two are unlike anyone we’ve had at this academy, so your abilities and the rate at which they have developed have been an ongoing lesson for all of us,” she continues. “But I’ve been researching half gods since your arrival and called on the aid of some very powerful witches. Not all half gods are entangled. Apparently, if they are, it’s purposely so.”
“What do you mean purposeful, and what question do you have for us?” I prod.
“I’m getting to that,” she assures. “It means that your divinity was strategically mated for a purpose. You were never meant to be just half gods. You see, entangled gods are even more powerful that the average demigod or demigoddess. Your powers have the ability to be greater than a second-generation god or below. That means no half god will be comparable to your capabilities. You’re even stronger together—entangled.”
“So we make each other stronger?” I clarify.
“Not just that. We were only partially right about you two. You were connected before, but from the looks of your exponentially developed powers, you’re now entangled.”
“What’s the difference?” Genesis asks.
“Before when you were connected, you subconsciously sought each other out and could absorb some of each other’s energy like pain. Once you connect on a mate level, your powers evolve quickly as well as your ability to absorb and sense each other’s energy on a greater scale,” Professor Guenther explains.
“Connect on a mate level?” I think I know what he means, but I need to be sure.
“Mate as in sexually active. And therein lies the question. Have the two of you mated or, shall I say, had sexual intercourse?” Professor Winters asks. Genesis flushes crimson. Was the professor really asking if we’ve fucked? “That’s exactly what I’m asking … just a little less graphic,” she confirms.
How can I ever forget that they all have this mind reading ability? “Well then, yes,” I answer when it’s obvious that Genesis is too embarrassed to reply.
“There’s no shame, dear,” Professor Winters tells Genesis. I wonder what her thoughts revealed that’s so shameful. “You’re both adults. You’re not being chastised. We’re just trying to explain how this changes things.”
“Yeah. Like what is our true purpose. Why were we bred to be stronger than second-generation gods? Does that mean our parents are first generation like Zeus or Poseidon?”
“I don’t think so. The offspring of those powerful gods are well documented in our history. Our best guess is that you are the children of second-generation gods, bred for a purpose of entanglement. The why is unknown, but the important thing here is to know that you’re both safe. The why will reveal itself eventually. We will just continue to monitor your development and help you harness and control your powers as they unfold,” Professor Winters says.
“So you’re saying that mating between us was inevitable?” Genesis speaks up, blushing once again. Her replacement of fucking with the word mating is too adorable. I love that I know how to get her shyness to take a hike.
“I can still read your thoughts, Mr. Remis,” Professor Winters reminds. “I think the two of you have had enough excitement for today. Take the rest of the day off. Professor Thorne will be expecting you both in class early tomorrow, though.” He nods in confirmation.
Between last night and today, excitement is an understatement. I can sense Genesis’s apprehension lingering. We have the rest of today free, so I’m making it my mission to ease her worries. We can worry about our purpose on another day. The most important thing is that we’re safe. I believe that, and I want to make sure that she does too.
Chapter Twenty
Genesis
Elysian arrives to pick me up for our afternoon outing. I’ve been on edge since this morning—waiting for the next attack. Mr. Blakey and Professor Winters have both assured us that the breach will be dealt with swiftly and measures have been put in place to ensure increased security. These so-called measures were purposely vague. Elysian thought we could use a little normalcy—a distraction from the surprise attack that plays on a loop. We’re nearly out the door when he glances down at my feet.
“Those goddess sandals are quite fitting in the literal sense, but they’re not suitable for the day I have planned. I would advise tennis shoes.” He kisses the tip of my nose, turns me around, and swats my ass to steer me back into the room. I expect him to follow, but he doesn’t. I throw on my pink C
onverse and put my hair in a top knot before retuning back to the doorway. Elysian grabs the elastic band that is securing my untamable hair in place.
“I didn’t mean change the hair. I love it wild and untamed. The red waves are sexy, and it’s a constant turn-on.” He runs his hands through my hair for emphasis as he kisses me passionately. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.”
“I wouldn’t object.” I run my hand up and down his impeccable chest.
“Who is this insatiable sex kitten that has taken over?” he chides.
I roll my eyes in mock exasperation. He knows he likes my growing sexual appetite. I don’t call him out on it, though, or else we may not make it from this room. I see his unattended motorcycle waiting at the curb. He gets on first, passes me a helmet, and then leans the bike over just enough for me to get on.
“Where are we going?” I inquire.
“I thought we’d head down to the creek again today.” He grabs my hand and rubs tiny circles over my skin. He must sense my doubt. Madison always seems to pop up out of nowhere when we’re together, and the creek is one of her favorite places to unwind. “We’ll take in some of nature’s beauty and get some fresh air away from the dorms. Don’t worry, we’ll go to a different area of the creek.”
We spend the day hiking along the creek. He was right. If the thick brush is any indication, there isn’t much foot traffic on this side of the creek. Lush green trees stretch beyond our sight, surrounding us. Elysian and I walk hand in hand, taking in the sights and listening to nature’s sounds. It’s nice to be able to completely let down our guard without fear of being in more danger. The day feels suspiciously like a date with a boyfriend, but I won’t mention it at the risk of him ending it. He hasn’t initiated any labels for us, and we don’t need one. This morning has been absolutely perfect. Around lunchtime, he surprises me with a picnic set up for us near the water.
We’re completely alone. He has managed to secure a spot well removed from the campus, offering privacy while still being on the campus grounds. I look at him, and he’s smiling at me. He doesn’t realize this romantic moment only blurs the lines further of us just being friends. These glimpses into his caring side make me want more even though I would never push for it. I love that I can be so carefree around him—be the nerdy girl who everyone else overlooks. But not him. He sees me, and I see him. He’s more than the insanely gorgeous jock know-it-all that I first took him for. So much more. As he unpacks the backpack, same as last time, I swear I gain five pounds just looking at the delicious spread. There’s hummus, crackers, chocolate-covered strawberries, various cheeses, a fruit salad, and a pinot noir. Every food thought out in detail for a vegetarian.
“This all looks amazing. When did you have time to coordinate all this?”
His dimpled chin is addicting. “I have my ways, but I’ll never tell. This is me bringing the swoon.”
“And swoon-worthy it is. Thank you for doing all of this for me. You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” I give him a soft peck on the cheek. He uses this opportunity to lay my head across his lap. He feeds me a chocolate strawberry, and I’m in heaven.
“The strawberries go really well with the wine,” he says.
I attempt to sit up to grab a plastic wine glass, but he pushes me back down on his legs. I’m facing him so he can see me pout. “How am I supposed to try the wine with my strawberries if I’m lying on my back?”
“Like this,” he says. He takes a sip after pouring himself a glass, and I’m confused until he leans down and captures my lips with his. He transfers the wine from his mouth to mine, and it has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Holy hell. Just as he did with the whiskey. It was erotic then, and it’s erotic now. My breath hitches, and my chest heaves as I try to remember to breathe. This man is trying to kill me. “You like the wine, babe?”
I’m speechless, so I simply nod. He takes another sip of his wine and repeats the same erotic offering. I refuse to let his mouth go this time. I deepen the kiss, and he groans. I feel his hardness penetrating my back. “Don’t start something in public that you aren’t prepared to finish because I’ll fuck you right here on this picnic blanket,” he threatens. His lustful cerulean blue eyes pierce mine, and I know he’s not bluffing. “It’s so easy to lose control with you.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I’d never been this open and vulnerable with any man. He makes me feel sexy and desired. He continues to feed me strawberries, and I must say that I love the pampering.
I rise on my knees so I can feed him too. When I straddle his thighs, he growls.
“Must I remind you that we’re in a public place?”
“Umm hmm,” I reply teasingly. I know exactly what I’m doing to him. If I didn’t, his hard-on poking me through my jean shorts would be a dead giveaway. He grips my hips to grind me down farther onto me.
“Behave, my little spitfire.” We finish our picnic with me on his lap, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I have one more surprise.”
“What is it?” I squirm in his lap like an excited toddler.
“Come. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” He grabs my hand, and we trek back to where he parked his bike and find a two-person kayak waiting there. That definitely wasn’t sitting there before. I gawk at him in shock. He reaches for the life jackets and passes me one to prepare for a little sunset kayaking. The romance factor has just exploded off the charts.
“I don’t know what to say. Today has been an adventure. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time. But how? This kayak wasn’t here when you parked your bike.”
“You deserve it. Normally, I wouldn’t reveal my sources, but I’m in a nostalgic mood. The kayak belongs to my roommate, Brody. When I found out that he owned this little gem, I knew I had to plan a special day around it. I told him when to drop it off, so the surprise wouldn’t be ruined.”
He takes a seat in the back of the kayak and guides me to the front. The sun has now set, and the lights of the cityscape set the ambiance. I can’t see Elysian, but I can feel his energy.
His purposeful stroke of the paddle compensates for my beginner’s efforts. I revel in this memory-making moment. I turn slightly and see he’s staring at me intently. I mouth, “Thank you,” and he smiles. By the time our sunset rendezvous ends, I’m hungry and not for food. When we make it back to my dorm, we head straight to the bathroom. No detours. We are both ready to release this sexual tension that has been building all day.
“Let me draw us a bath,” he suggests. Oooh, this is new. I couldn’t be more thankful that Loren is not here.
“Okay.”
I’m not going to argue with that. Elysian lights the rose-scented candles and pours bath oils as the water runs. He makes quick work of ridding himself of his clothes before peeling off mine. I watch his dick rise to the occasion as he removes my last stitch of clothing. He gets into the tub first and watches as I get in position in front of him.
“Lie back. Let me see you.”
I lie with my back against his chest as he uses a pouf sponge to wet my breasts. He plants small kisses on the side of my face, and I feel myself melting into him. He uses the sponge to caress every inch of my body, which is on fire now, and I begin to squirm.
“Something wrong?”
He knows exactly what’s wrong. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, so I turn to face him and straddle his lower legs, stretching the full length of the tub. I waste no time taking him in my hands and beginning a torturous stroke. A bead of liquid forms at the tip of his cock as it rises above the water line. He lets out a soft gasp. I lower my head closer to his bobbing cock, his legs stiffen in anticipation while the heat in his eyes sears me on the spot. I take my time licking the head before allowing my tongue to explore the underside of his shaft. His hands are tangled in my hair now, trying to guide my movements. I cup his sack as I hollow my cheeks and take him deep. My head bobs up and down on his length as though he’s my favorite thin
g in the world, and it is. I love how I’m making him lose control.
“Shit. Please don’t stop. Your mouth is fucking unbelievable.” His appraisal makes me double my efforts. I want him to come completely undone. I’m so wet from seeing how turned on I’m making him. His legs stiffen once more, and I know he’s close. “Baby, I’m going to come. You need to stop if you don’t want me to explode in your mouth.”
I’m thrilled that he’s completely at my mercy. I answer his warning with harder suction and increase my stroking. He should have known how this was going to play out. He surrenders his orgasm to me, and it’s so thick I almost choke. I swallow every bit he has given me and lick my lips in satisfaction.
“Bath time is over,” he growls. He is out of the tub in the blink of an eye. After he grabs me, he does a rush job of toweling us both dry, then turns me toward the room and slaps my ass. The stinging sensation causes moisture to build even more between my legs. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
I comply without hesitation. He stealthily crawls between my legs and plants sensuous kisses along my inner thighs. My hips buck on their own accord but are held still in his masculine grasp. “Hold still, sweetheart.”
“Elysian, please.”
I’m already so wet and turned on from giving him head in the bath. My skin is alive with sensual overload, and I’m dying for him to be inside me. His teasing is driving me insane. I almost come undone at the first lick of his skilled tongue. He sucks on my nub while he slips one, then two fingers inside me. He crooks his finger in a “come here” motion, and I scream out in pure ecstasy.
“Fuck, yes. Your pussy is gripping the hell out of my finger.” He continues his feast until another orgasm rolls on top of the first one. I grip his shoulder-length hair as I ride his face. My knees quiver around his head before they fall limp in exhaustion. He crawls up the length of my body and kisses me with fervor. He places his tip at my entrance, sliding in with ease. I moan with pleasure as he thrusts his hips in a delicious, steady tempo. He begins to suck on my neck, and I writhe in his arms. I love how his weight and masculine build encase me in his warmth.
