Grimmstead Academy: Defiant Rebellion

by Candace Wondrak

  And Felice? It was more than obvious she was my other half.

  Beside Bram, but I’d rather not think of him while feeling the soft push and pull of her lips on mine.

  I couldn’t say how long our lips were locked, how long we stood there in each other’s arms, acquainting ourselves with the other’s mouth, but it was a while. So long time itself seemed to stop, not mattering entirely. Heat flooded my body in a way it never had before, and I struggled with it.

  It would be all too easy to do what Bram said, to push her off me and tear off her clothes like an animal—but I wasn’t like Bram. I wasn’t an animal who wanted to hurt her. I was merely a man who wanted to fall to his knees in front of this beautiful goddess.

  Eventually Felice pulled her lips from mine, her breathing hard. She took a step back, sweeping her hair to a single shoulder as she turned and gave me her back. My eyes landed on the zipper at the nape of her neck, and I swallowed hard as I reached for it, my fingers fumbling a bit before I was able to start undoing it.

  Yeah, Bram got a good laugh at that, the bastard.

  I swear, he said, it’s like watching a fish flop out of water. Sad and pathetic, really.

  I would’ve scolded him, but I was too busy examining the black strap hugging Felice’s back under her dress. The zipper sat just above her ass, exposing the majority of her back. The sleeves hung loosely on her shoulders, her bra strap tempting. All of her was tempting, frankly. Every inch of her body called out to mine.

  My hands went to her shoulders, helping the dress off them. Felice assisted in pulling the sleeves off, and the dress pooled around her feet, where her boots sat, zipped up past her ankles. She wore nothing but those boots and her undergarments, and even though I only saw her back, I felt my cock stirring in my trousers.

  Here, in the kitchen, it wasn’t someplace I ever thought I’d be intimate in, but again, I never saw any of this coming.

  Felice turned to face me, and my eyes dropped to her chest, her breasts snug in that black, lacy bra. They would come out soon enough. I fell to my knees, meeting her eyes as I worked to take off her boots and the socks underneath them. She shuddered when my hands touched her bare feet, and the sigh that escaped her was music to my ears.

  I slowly stood, slipping my feet out of my shoes. Felice reached for my belt, her fingers working to undo it. She bit her bottom lip, and I felt a stirring in my pants. Never had I ever wanted something, someone, as much as I craved Felice in this moment.

  Within another minute, we were free of our clothes, standing and exchanging lustful looks at each other before coming together. Felice’s arms wrapped around my neck, and she pulled me to the ground, laying herself down on top of the pile of our clothes. Her dark hair splayed around her head, her eyes no longer holding any excess water.

  It would be impossible to look upon her, to hold myself above her and not yearn to immediately take her. I’d never known someone who could elicit such feelings inside of me. How could Bram ever want to hurt her? How could anyone? One look at her face and all I wanted to do was protect.

  Her lips parted, and she breathed hard. Felice set a hand on my face, running it along my cheek. She gave me the slightest perceptible nod as she spread her legs beneath me.

  My cock was hard as steel, my balls clenching with the thought of being inside of her. Truly, I didn’t believe I knew what perfection was before Felice. This…there was no fighting it. To fight this feeling would be an impossible madness, and I liked to think, other than Bram being stuck inside my head, I was one of the sanest ones around here.

  I waited only a moment before I positioned myself, her entrance already slick with eager wetness. It didn’t take much from me to push inside her, and as I filled her up and felt her body take mine in, I had to close my eyes and moan.

  This—this was the best feeling, truly. Her inner core, so hot and tight, clenching around my length. Her chest heaving beneath me. There was nothing better in the world.

  She felt so good I nearly lost myself right away, the pleasure of simply feeling her pussy around my cock so great that I almost came immediately. That would’ve been embarrassing, huh? Good thing I was able to keep it in—for now, at least.

  My arms held myself over Felice as I started to rock in and out of her, dragging my cock back and forth with a slow steadiness I hoped meant I’d be able to last. No spontaneous combustion here, thanks. Bram would never let me live something like that down, I knew. Talk about awkward…

  Felice groaned, arching her back below me. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and I watched her entire body rock as I took her.

  Mine. Finally mine.

  Those thoughts…weren’t from Bram. They were mine.

  As I stared down at her, watching as her breasts heaved with each pump of my cock, I couldn’t help but think thoughts like those. Such primal, possessive thoughts weren’t me, but it was impossible to be inside her and not want to mark her as mine forever.

  “Koda,” she whispered my name, a melody in her voice, a single-word plea for me to keep going, carry on even though I’d like nothing more than to erupt. “Harder.”

  Harder?

  She wants you to fuck her harder, Koda, Bram whispered. It’s not that hard to figure out, but if you’re not up for the job, I’m more than happy to step in.

  To use one of Bram’s favorite words, fuck that. I wasn’t going to step aside and let Bram have her. No, he’d be too rough with her. Too wild. He’d want to grab that knife on the counter and use it to play while being inside her. Felice didn’t want that, did she? Either way, if I had my way, we wouldn’t find out.

  I picked up speed, pumping into her faster, ramming my rod into her harder, just as she begged me to. The speed I took up caused my balls to tighten, warmth taking over my lower half. I’d fought it for this long, but I could fight it no longer, not while I rocked into her with wild abandon.

  Pleasure swept over me, dominating every part of me. My back tensed, my muscles spasming. I lost what control I had on myself, my cum erupting inside her, coating her inner walls. I groaned, losing myself to the feeling of the orgasm, something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

  You understand, it was kind of weird to jack off while Bram whispered murderous things into your head—

  That was the last thought I was able to think while in the forefront, because in the next moment, I was thrown back, tossed aside like used-up trash, a man who couldn’t give his woman what he wanted, so the inner monster had to come out and play.

  Bram.

  Bram had to come out and play.

  Damn it, I shouted in our shared mind space, Bram, don’t you lay a finger on her!

  He answered me quickly, Oh, I plan on laying much more than a finger on her. If you’ve forgotten, our cock is still inside her—and fuck, she feels amazing.

  Felice’s eyes had opened, and Bram responded by darting a hand to her neck, squeezing her throat. She fought for breath, but the choking didn’t last long. Bram’s grip loosened, and he leaned down to her ear to whisper, “It’s my turn now, lamb. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk after. Sound good?”

  He didn’t give her a chance to respond. And the bastard knew he would last longer since I just came. Bram pulled himself out of her, slow to release her neck as he pulled back and stared between her legs, at her slit and the white cum starting to dribble out. His cock twitched, and as much as I sought to regain control, he wouldn’t give it to me. The bastard knew right when to sneak past me and take the wheel; I wouldn’t forget this.

  “Excuse me for a second,” Bram said, hopping to his feet and—like I knew he would— grabbing the knife Felice had planned on using on herself and bringing it into the fray. He was back over her the next moment, brandishing the knife against her with a sick smile on his face.

  He drew the sharp edge of the blade along her body, starting at the base of her neck, between her breasts, down her stomach. If he applied just the barest hint of more pressure, the
knife would cut into her skin.

  “You are quite beautiful, aren’t you?” Bram mused aloud, mostly to himself. “Much more so without clothes on, I think.”

  Felice said nothing, her cheeks pink from our time together. She did not try to get away, didn’t move an inch, even as Bram moved the knife over her hardened nipples. Her breathing caught, and it was as her eyes clouded over with what I could only describe as lust that I wondered: was she enjoying this? Did she want Bram just as much as she desired me?

  Bram brought his face to hers, their noses grazing. The knife glided across her tanned flesh, its tip finding its way beneath her chin, digging in enough to pucker the skin but not enough to cut through.

  “Tell me, Felice,” he hissed out her name, “are you scared?”

  She managed to smirk, and I felt our cock twitch in response. “That’s a strange question to ask a dead girl. What do I have to be scared of now, Bram? You? The knife? Dying?” Her shoulders shook with a chuckle, though the chuckle died soon after it graced her lips. “I might’ve been afraid before, but now…now I can look the beast in the face and tell it that I’m not frightened anymore.”

  Her defiance, as logical as it was, still made Bram quake with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

  His lips lowered to her cheek, and they brushed against her skin with each word as he spoke, “You might be dead, but you’ll find that Grimmstead has a peculiar way of making you feel alive. Shall I remind you by sawing off your head like I did to Payne?”

  “No,” she replied, eyes nothing but slits. “I think you have something else in store for me.”

  His chest rumbled, and I knew she was right. Mostly because I could see into Bram’s head, know what he was thinking, what he wanted to do. It mainly involved using that knife some more, and fucking her like a wild animal.

  Bram moved away from her face, taking the knife with him. He went between her legs, dancing the knife across her inner thighs and taking great pleasure in watching them tremble. He then ran a finger along her slit, scooping up some of my cum and wiping it onto the flat edge of the knife. He crawled up her, propping himself over her as he moved the knife between their faces.

  He didn’t have to say a word. Felice picked her head off the ground, locking eyes with Bram as she ran her tongue along the knife, though she was careful to not nick her tongue on the sharp edge. Once that wet tongue picked up the cum he’d smeared on it, it went back into her mouth and she swallowed.

  I was slightly concerned for everyone’s sanity here, but Bram must’ve really liked it, for he let out a growl from his chest and smashed his mouth down upon hers, moving to hold the knife beside her head.

  Unlike the last time he kissed her, there was no room for me to overtake him. I was simply a passenger in his head as he ravished her mouth, taking every bit of passion those soft lips of hers would give him. He bit her bottom lip—a tad too hard, for she squealed a little—but the action got the desired effect: she parted her lips, allowing his tongue to snake through them and join with hers. When he tasted her, he tasted me, us, our own salty cum still lingering on her tongue.

  She moaned against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close, as if he had any intentions of breaking away. He didn’t. Bram was hungry in all the ways that counted. He wanted to use her, take her, claim her and make her scream out his name over and over.

  Their mouths still locked on each other, Bram actually set the knife down before reaching between them and gripping his cock. Its length was still a bit slick from being inside of Felice before, and just as hard, as if it had never erupted once.

  With no warning, no hesitation, he shoved it back in, and his mouth devoured whatever sound Felice made when he filled her up. Bram had watched from the back, feeling what I felt when I was inside her, but there was no competition to the real thing, to really being inside of her and feeling her tight inner core clamping around you. No words at all to describe how spectacular it felt.

  The hand that had held onto the knife handle released it, moving to hold her neck, and their mouths finally parted. His fingers dug into her throat as he fucked her, going at her as hard and as fast as he could, grunts escaping him every few moments, sweat lining his brow. Felice had her back arched, her arms having fallen to her sides when Bram grabbed her throat.

  He held her down as he fucked her, rocking his hips and baring his teeth in an animalistic display of aggression, as if he felt he had to subdue Felice. He didn’t, of course, because it was clear to both of us that she wasn’t fighting this one bit. With her eyes heavy-lidded slits and her chest panting for breath, it appeared as if she enjoyed this just as much as Bram.

  I didn’t know what to think about that. How could a woman feel so at home in my arms and then turn around and enjoy being with someone like Bram?

  No, it wasn’t my place to question her. If she was connected to this place, to all of us, it meant she was connected to Bram, too. Bram was a part of me, a part of this place. I was stupid to try to ignore that.

  His hips moved fluidly, ramming his cock as deep into her as he could possibly go, filling her up with each thrust. Her body took it with ease, and I felt his grip on her neck tighten when he began to lose himself in the heat of the moment. Bram was a monster, unleashed and uncaged, and when he truly let go, nothing could stop him.

  I knew Felice had said she was dead, but I still didn’t want Bram to choke her to death during sex. That would get us thrown in the basement again, surely, not to mention earn the scorn of Felice when she came back.

  Because she would. If she really was dead, she would come back. This place didn’t let you stay dead for long, not when it could use you to feed its chaos.

  Bram rode her body like a king, like he was born to do it. He fucked her until his cock burst, until his seed shot inside of her and filled her up to the brink, until he could close his eyes and revel in the feeling of the orgasm, the high that came along with it. Pleasure and contentment all wrapped in one flesh-colored bow.

  When he was done, his hand on her throat loosened, though he did not let go entirely. He pulled his cock out of her, rolling to his side, landing on his back. Felice had the better spot, smackdab in the middle of the clothing pile, so parts of Bram’s backside met with cold tile. He was too flushed, too hot to let the coldness overtake him, though.

  Felice turned her head to look at him, at us, and she inched closer—after pushing the knife away, scooting to rest her head in the crook of his arm. She draped an arm over his bare chest, cuddling against him with a sigh. Her skin was hot on his, and Bram instantly rolled his eyes.

  She must’ve known cuddling wasn’t Bram’s thing, for she murmured, “Can Koda come back?” A hesitant question laced with all different kinds of trepidation; she knew asking Bram that might cause him to snap.

  But, strangely, he didn’t.

  And, what was even more strange here, Bram acquiesced.

  Suddenly I was back in charge, feeling Felice cuddle against my arm and my chest, with Bram in the background. That was…so odd I didn’t even know what to think.

  Don’t get cocky, Bram advised. She’s being too fucking needy right now. I could’ve killed her, I suppose, but what can I say? The sex got to me. Don’t you dare get fucking used to this.

  “I’m here,” I told her, sounding worlds nicer than Bram had. I hugged her closer, leaning to kiss the top of her head, as sweaty as it was. To Bram, I thought, You’re soft on her. You, the craziest man I know, are soft. Frankly, it was kind of amusing.

  I am not soft. That’s—that’s fucking insulting, is what it is. Take it back.

  I will not.

  Take it the fuck back or I’ll—I’ll—

  I thought, You’ll what? It’s okay, Bram, to have feelings. Normal people have them every day of their lives.

  Fuck everyone else. Fuck feelings. Fuck you.

  And fuck Felice? I grinned to myself, smiling up at the ceiling above us.

  All Bram could d
o was mumble something incomprehensible in my head, but thankfully, the man quieted, leaving me alone with Felice.

  Felice held onto me, draping a leg over mine. “I don’t want to be dead,” she murmured, frowning to herself.

  I heaved a gentle sigh, hugging her harder to my chest. “It’s not so bad,” I told her. “Eventually you’ll forget all about the outside world. There will be nothing but us and this place. You really don’t know what you’re missing.”

  “But I don’t want to forget,” she said. “Everything that happened out there made me who I am. How could I just forget that and still be me?”

  Of course, I knew where she was coming from. I couldn’t remember my life outside these halls, but I knew I had to have had one. Same with Bram. Somehow we were now stuck in the same body though, our personalities blending into each other’s. It was hard, but you learned to adapt.

  Kind of.

  “You have us to remind you,” I told her, rolling onto my side. She still rested on my arm, a look of worry on her face. I ran a hand through her hair, tucking some of it behind her ear. “We’re all here for you. Even this house can’t change that.”

  Careful, Bram warned me. I wouldn’t go making promises you can’t keep. If this place wants to tear her from us, it will. Remember what I said: it’s a tragedy.

  I wanted to ignore him, to pretend he hadn’t just spoken in my head, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized he was right. This place, this house, whatever it was, could control things none of us could. It could twist our memories and reshape our persons. If it wanted to tear Felice from our greedy, grasping fingers, it would find a way to.

  The truth was, none of us knew what this place was capable of.

  Chapter Eleven – Ian

  My vision was blurry. I supposed that was due to the excess of whiskey I’d drank today, but I didn’t particularly care too much. At least the drink got me out of my own head, though speaking of my head, it did hurt a little.