Bloodwood Academy Shifter: Semester One (Bloodwood Year One Book 1)

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by Rae Foxx


  Chapter 19

  I raced down the hall as fast as my still healing legs would take me, stumbling on the corners as my knees throbbed and ached and I busted my way into the beautiful atrium, the trees dripping with flowers of the darkest purple. As though they too were in mourning.

  The color was stunning. It almost broke me, the depth of the black and the pain growing deeper as I pressed through the trees, walking further into the Atrium until there was hardly any light, only the deep purple of the flowers, the beautiful petals giving them a light of their own.

  "This is amazing," I whispered, breaking through another bank of flowers and facing the blonde god standing in the center, a man that was as dark as Finn was light standing right beside him.

  I recognized him at once.

  "The vampire?" Question number one was answered.

  "Ivy," the man said with a voice as low and seductive as it had been in the stacks. My stomach spun and I froze in place, grateful when those dark flowers closed in around us, like a velveteen curtain, locking everything out.

  "Honeybee, I am sure you remember Saxon," Finn said, looking from me to the vampire with a wide grin on his face. He was damn proud of himself for finding the guy. I didn't blame him.

  "My blood queen," Saxon said, taking two wide steps to me and grabbing my hand in his. His skin was cold, slick. Lifeless. Like last time, that cold touch reacted like fire inside of me, sending my blood into a boil. Something that he was aware of, with how his nostrils flared. His lips pulled back to reveal canines as he pulled me closer, his chest pressing against mine as he leaned into me. As he smelled my neck.

  "The scent of your blood is intoxicating," he whispered, the warmth in my belly turning into a flood. "Almost mine."

  "Almost ours." Finn corrected, from where he still stood, leaning against the tree and watching us with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants.

  "Yes," Saxon hissed, his hand moving from my hand to my waist as he pulled me against him, half carrying me over to where Finn was. "To protect, to love. I can smell all that lies before us in your blood. I can nearly taste the danger. Delicious, it is almost time. Although, it seems we are missing a member," he smelled me again, "perhaps even two."

  "One of our numbers is currently restrained by a cruel father and a heritage that should have been burned away years ago," Finn said pushing himself off from the tree, stepping closer to where Saxon was holding me against him, taking up my other hand and kissing it.

  His eyes flashed hungrily, joyfully. I would have hugged him, thanking him and begging him to run away with me as I had planned. The hand around my waist tightened, the fingers pressing into my hip as Saxon hissed.

  "The shifters." The vampire snarled, lips pulling over his canines again.

  "Worse. The shifter prince." Finn's fingers wound around mine, tugging me closer to him. Neither of the men was interested in releasing me to the other. Fine by me, except it was putting a bit of a wrench in my plans.

  "It doesn't matter. Howl has to stay behind," I finally said, pulling both guys focus. "He won't be joining us. He has to live. His mating Selene is the only way for that to happen."

  Saxon and Finn exchanged a look.

  "We will not allow this to happen," Saxon said, his cold finger gently pressing against one of the formerly bloody cuts on my cheek. I was suddenly glad that most of my cuts had healed, I wasn't one-hundred percent ready to know what the guy would do to a bleeding wound. "He is yours and I will not leave my queen without one of her mates."

  "Especially after what he did to you," Finn cut in, his thumb soft against the back of my hand. "Any mate would not let that stand. We will not let anyone get away with what they have done to you."

  "It doesn't matter. Pater's message was loud and clear. He didn't just kick my nose in, he also threatened to rape me to death if I interfere with his plans to mate Selene and Howl."

  "He threatened to…" Finn's face had gone completely white.

  "Fuck me to death. Yes. I had a feeling that even if I don't interfere he's going to do it anyway, just to be rid of me." Thinking about it was making my stomach squirm, a wave of nausea threatening to turn me inside out.

  An ivory fury was burning in Finn's eyes, the white-hot heat would have been frightening if I didn't feel it blaze inside of me. If I didn't understand it.

  Even Saxon was hissing, the sound a violent warning as his hands loosened, as he slammed a fist into the nearest tree, the trunk splintering beneath the impact point.

  "That man doesn't know what fire he's playing with."

  "He may not, but that doesn't mean we have to make him pay. I…" I hesitated, grateful when both boys grabbed my free hands. "I want Howl to live. I can only think of one way to do that."

  "Which is?" Saxon asked in that low rumbling voice, the guys giving each other a look.

  "After he is mated to Selene, we high-tail it out of here."

  "You want to run?" I could have sworn that was disgust on Saxon's voice, a curl in his lip.

  "Want is not the word I would use." I was suddenly feeling guilty, wishing they would drop my hands and I could escape the frustrated looks they were giving me.

  "What does that beautiful wolf inside of you want?" Finn asked, his eyes staring into me. Now into her. It was her growl that responded and he smiled.

  "To rip Pater's head off. To take Howl for myself and bite him for some weird reason." It was hard to ignore the swooping feeling the thought gave me, the way my mouth filled with lust. Must be a wolf thing. She growled inside of me with the same hungry need that was pushing at me.

  Guess it was.

  "We can't do that, though," I said before either of them would answer. "Even stupid ole baby shifter me knows enough about this world to know that would start a war."

  "Worth it," Saxon said without hesitation. "It has been centuries since my kind has tasted Shifter blood since we have feasted on them." He was smelling me again. "No offense my love."

  My stomach swirled at the pet name, at the way his nose was now tracing the veins in my neck. I couldn't help it, I shivered and he smiled.

  "None taken?" Yes, it came out like a question.

  "Ivy," Finn cut off the smell fest, a hungry look in his eyes. "We can't run."

  "We have to. Once he mates her, or whatever he does. We need to leave." My heart was breaking saying it out loud. This thing that I didn't in a million years want. "We need to get as far away from here as possible."

  Before I do something that I'll regret. I bit my tongue.

  "That's what you need me to do?"

  "Yes." I forced the words out, ignoring the way my wolf was whining. "Will you leave with me?"

  "Anywhere," Saxon said without hesitation. "I will go with you anywhere."

  "Consider it done. I will follow your every heart's desire." Finn smiled, his hand pressing against my back, pulling me away from Saxon and pressing me against him. "If you do wish to wait, we will as well, we will remain by your side."

  He tried to nudge me closer to him, but Saxon didn't let him pull me too far. Or rather, he moved with me, until both of them were right beside me, turning me hot and cold with the waves of lust that was drifting off them.

  "I don't want to wait. I… I want…" They moved closer, holding me. Saxon breathed me in, his lips pressing against my neck as his hands wound against my waist, pulling me against him. Into the hard bulge of his arousal against my ass.

  "I will give you anything," Saxon whispered, his lips soft against the nape of my neck as his hardness twitched against me.

  "Make you feel anything," Finn added, stepping closer as he too pulsed against me. Two twitching cocks among the flowers that were growing and encompassing us in. Closing us off from the rest of the world.

  "Oh god," I moaned, my knees shaking and threatening to collapse against the hot need that was pooling between my legs. I probably would have fallen to the ground if their hands hadn't been everywhere. Hot and cold against my skin, light and d
ark eyes blazing in my vision.

  Saxon was still kissing my neck, his hand pressing against my stomach, playing with the waistband of my school skirt when Finn kissed me once, pulling away as his molten gaze bled into me.

  "Our Ivy," he whispered, his hands dragging down the front of my neck, over my shoulder and to my breasts. "We are your mates. We commit our lives to you. Hearts, souls…"

  "Fangs," Saxon breathed in my ear, his lips pulling at my earlobe and I moaned.

  "All of it," Finn continued with a sigh.

  "You are ours," Saxon said, his fingers pressing below the waist of my skirt, pressing against my skin as it journeyed lower. "May we show you how?"

  I was hungry for him. For them.

  "May we worship you?" I could tell Finn was trying to be poised and proper, even though the need in his eyes was growing, the bulge of his arousal against my pelvis twitching with every word, hungry to push itself into me.

  "Let me make you my blood queen," Saxon continued as his ice finger flicked against my clit. I couldn't stop the moan the dripped from me, my head thrown back over Saxon's shoulder as Finn pressed against me again.

  "My princess." The fae added on, his fingers pulling against the fabric covering my nipples.

  "Will you let us take you. Make you ours?" Saxon whispered. Any nerves at what was about to happen, at all the shit that had covered the world vanished as I moaned. As I nearly screamed the words.

  "I'm yours."

  Finn chuckled with a flash of warmth his magic pulled all of our clothes away, leaving me between the cold flesh of the vampire, and the hot pulses of a Fae. Saxon's hands dived lower, his fingers pressing into my swollen cunt as Finn's hand weaved up my back, through my hair as he kissed me, his tongue pressing into my mouth as Saxon's fingers filled me.

  "You're so wet," Saxon whispered, leaving Finn to chuckle.

  "She wants us," the Fae said. "Both of us."

  "Both?" I gasped at, Saxon's icy fingers mixing with Finn's warms one as he too lowered a hand, pressing his fingers against my clit as Saxon continued to move his fingers in and out, faster, faster, in time with my eager needy breathing.

  "Yes, my rose," Saxon whispered. "Both."

  His fingers left the soaking damp of my core, my own dripping wet pressing trailing over my hips, tickling over the curve of my ass, pressing against the tight pucker of a place that I had never even let Tommy adventure too, no matter how many times he wanted to.

  Now, with the gentle flick of an icy finger, the twitch of a cock against my ass. Another against my navel.

  I wanted it.

  Oh god. I wanted it.

  I wanted them.

  "Trust us," Saxon said, his finger, wet with my juices circled the tight foreign hole, pressing into me and I tensed, the tiny bit of pain startling me.

  "We will never hurt you," Finn added, his hands moving around to my ass, holding me against him, my feet leaving the ground as he held me there, open for Saxon as his hard rod pressed against the dripping, desperate, opening of my sex.

  Saxon's fingers left my ass, dragging over my slit before pressing it against my tightness. The tip of his finger pressed into my ass, using my own arousal as lubricant as the tight opening flexed with the foreign penetration.

  "Relax my Queen," Saxon whispered, his finger continuing to press. A second joining the first and I hissed, more pain flowing over my spine as I tensed, as Finn kissed and soothed me until I calmed then relaxed and the pain became something closer to pleasure.

  "Oh god," I panted as a third finger burrowed into me, Finn kissing me as my body surrendered to the touch. To the passion. To the need.

  "Breathe, honeybee," Finn whispered against my neck, the cold of Saxon's fingers leaving as the hard, cold bulge of the vampire's rod was placed against my ass.

  "You are my queen," Saxon said, the pressure growing as Finn's grip on me increased, his hold shifting as Saxon plunged into me, as his iron staff threatened to split me apart. I gasped, a scream growing as Finn kissed me, the touch of his lips calming me as Saxon moaned, pressing into me deeper, the pain swelling as he slowly filled me, as Finn kissed me.

  "Relax," the Fae whispered, the heat of his kiss encompassing me as Saxon filled me, as the pain of the foreign entrance slowly fading into pleasure.

  An amazing bliss that I had never felt before.

  "Oh my…" I heaved daring myself to rock into Saxon, coaxing him in more as Finn shifted closer his own member pressing against my pussy, the tip soaking in the heat of my opening as Saxon plunged into my center.

  Sounds that were half scream, half moan broke from me, the men's hands gripping me tighter as my body tensed and writhed in emotions and need I had never felt before.

  "You are ours to pleasure," Finn whispered as Saxon groaned with a deep feral sound that vibrated the world, his iron length consuming me right to the base. He was so big, oh god. His cock was huge. So long. It was everywhere, pressed so deep that I could only moan at the pressure, at the ecstasy that was consuming me.

  Ecstasy that grew as Finn's warm length buried into my sex, sliding in alongside the cold of his counterparts. Of my mates.

  "My mates," I sighed, letting the warm need take over as I pressed myself against each of them, needing more of them. All of them.

  I moaned, my arms wrapped around Finn's neck as the two fucked me, holding me off the ground by their hard rods, as together they pressed into me.

  In and out.

  Out and in.

  They moved together, heaving and pressing as I moaned in the heat that was moving through everything, with the fullness that was swelling over me. They slammed into me as one, only to shift to move in counter. Saxon fucking into my ass, as Finn pressed out of my swollen cunt. Harder, faster. Their hands pressed against breast and clit as I screamed, as I clung to Finn in the coming ecstasy. The scream was already forming in the back of my throat as I felt Saxon's rod grow colder, harder, slamming himself into me completely as he came, as his fangs plunged into my back.

  I screamed in surprise, in need, in amazement as my body flashed cold and hot all at once.

  "Ours!" Finn hissed, still pumping into me as I felt my blood flow into Saxon's mouth, his mouth hot on my back in arousal I had never felt before.

  I came as he bit me, tensing and screaming and clinging to Finn as he twitched inside of me, clutching me, pressing into me as his heat swelled through me, as he filled me.

  "You are ours," Finn said, holding me to him as Saxon held me from behind.

  Everything was heated lust, love, and need. I could only think of one thing to say. One thing I desperately needed.

  "Again."

  Chapter 20

  I was floating on a cloud, feeling the love of two men still pulsing through me as I wandered from class to class, ignoring Scarlet's incessant questions about what was so important I missed homeroom for.

  Like I was going to spill on the particulars. It would probably cause her head to explode.

  "You look better," Evan said, his tone not quite matching his expression as I slid into the desk next to his in Caruthers, the guy already blasting into the lecture before the bell to start class had rung.

  "Today we will talk about the ancient rune, the original branding given to Oberion by his witch mate when she was attempting to save him. The brand carried by all his direct ancestors." Caruthers banged his yardstick hard on the ground as he paced, causing everyone to jump into attention as a few stragglers ran to their seats.

  "The Alpha, the Oss, the God," he continued as the bell finally rang, the old man walking over to the blackboard and dragging a grinding piece of chalk over the surface making something that looked like a wonky ‘F'. "The Norse commandeered the sigil for their gods as the Ansuz of Oss centuries ago, but it is the witch who first scrawled it and the line of Oberion that wielded it…"

  His voice became a fog as I stared at the rune on the board, trying to think of where I had seen it before when my mind meandered to the
dark flowers in the atrium and the vampire's icy fingers.

  This was going to become a real problem if I couldn't keep my head on straight.

  "Ms. Potter," Caruthers bellowed, slapping his yardstick on my desk and sending me jumping so high I nearly plastered myself to the ceiling.

  "Ye...yes..?" I stammered, sure I was blushing considering the daydream he had caught me in the middle of.

  "Since you seem to be paying such rapt attention, perhaps you can tell me who was the last known person to bare the god rune?" His beady eyes peered at me through his spectacles, his bald head shining with sweat.

  I swallowed.

  "Pater Wulfson?" It was the only name I could think of and seemed fitting given the bruises I still bore. The guy only scoffed.

  "The man could only hope," he mumbled under his breath, the words muffled by the band of his yardstick and the ring of the bell. I only heard him because his face was inches from mine.

  "Homework Ms. Potter." He slammed the yardstick again as everyone shuffled out, Evan escorting me toward lunch. The guy was already jabbering about the multiple hamburgers he was going to eat.

  I stepped out of the classroom and came chest to chest with the one male on the entire campus that I was forbidden to be chest to chest with or parts to parts with at all.

  ‘Stop this.' I snarled and attempted to step around him, but he met me attempt for attempt, blocking my way.

  "Good morning, Ivy." Howl's voice wrapped around my spine and made my breath arrest in my lungs. My feet halted, everything aching as Evan stared between me and Howl, clearly not sure about what to do. The poor guy didn't know what he was suddenly caught in.

  "Can we talk?" Howl continued, his voice winding over my neck as he stepped closer. I shuddered and forced myself to bust my way passed him. I had made my decision. I had made it for him as much as for me. I needed to stick with it, no matter how much it hurt.

  I forced my staggering steps to continue down the hall, Evan helping me when I tripped one gimpy leg over another.

 

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