My Bloodline (Featherstone Academy Series Book 1)

by KC Kean

  “You seem stressed Princess,” he murmurs.

  You think? He doesn’t even deserve a response, so I continue to gaze out of the window.

  “You want to talk about it? I’d love to hear all about how long you and West have known each other. It’ll help clear some things up for me,” he pushes.

  Fuck. Off.

  If I wanted to talk, it wouldn’t be to you. Yet I say nothing, I do nothing, and he gets the message leaving me be for the rest of the drive.

  Arriving at Ace, I don’t have time to mess around, I’m out of the car in a flash. I need in that gym, I just need to change as quickly as possible, so I’ll be calmer when Red shows up.

  Hitting the lobby, I make for the stairs when I’m grabbed by the arm and dragged past them.

  What the fuck?

  “What the hell is your problem with manhandling me? Get the fuck off Roman!” I yell, but he ignores me.

  Thomas the doorman can see us but does nothing.

  Great. Thanks.

  I try to dig my feet in to stop his pull but with these heels on I’ve got no chance. He shoves into the gym doors and whirls me around, pushing me in the direction of the ring. I spin to face him, fire burning in my eyes.

  I’m furious, unable to mask my emotions.

  “There she is,” he says with heat in his eyes.

  Of course he gets off on me being so worked up.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I sneer.

  He stares me down, from head to toe, and it feels like he’s touching me. I can feel everywhere his eyes land on my body.

  “It means, you’re incredibly good at playing the Ice Queen, but the real you. The person you hold in, is fire. The emotion in your eyes could burn a man, and they’d love you for it.”

  He says it so casually, I’m left speechless.

  “Take your heels off,” he says, as he pulls his blazer off

  “Why?” I demand, but he just smirks.

  “Because I’m not gonna let you take your anger out on me with those ridiculous heels on.”

  He what? He can’t be serious, but the look in his eyes tells me he is. I would much rather spar with someone than a punching bag, so I’m not going to turn his offer down. I kick my heels to the side.

  “You expect me to do this in my uniform?” I ask, resting my hands on my hips.

  He looks me over and just nods.

  Okay then. I can’t keep the blazer on, so I throw it on top of my heels and climb in the ring. He’s watching me like a hawk, like I’m his prey and he’s just biding his time. He stalks towards me, ripping his shirt clean off in the process.

  Fuck.

  Just fuck.

  His body is a dream, and those eyes. God those eyes.

  He fucking knows what he’s doing. His smirk says so. Acehole!

  He climbs in the ring pulling two sets of light gloves off the table as he does. Muscle memory has us both set to go in no time at all. He stands in the middle of the ring with his arms outstretched and I bump gloves with him.

  No words are spoken between us, we just follow routine.

  He’s not surprised when I make the first move, he instantly responds and we begin feeling each other out with light jabs, but then it’s game on. I need to beat this adrenaline and anger out of me. A pace is set, and we block back and forth. He’s not afraid to come at me.

  I need that. I need someone to see that I need this, and not shy away because I’m a female, and he must, because he’s giving it to me willingly. No one’s made a move for submission, that’s not what this is. We are just pushing each other to our limits. The sweat trickling down my back helps ground me. Fuck this feels too good.

  I see it, the moment he decides to charge me, and I use his momentum to continue rolling him when we hit the floor. I know I can’t pin him down, but he lets me hold him down for a second before I’m jumping back up. He’s glistening with sweat too, and I can’t stop myself from looking at his forearms, they’re bulging and completely distracting.

  I can tell I’ve done enough beating if I can think about anything other than hitting shit.

  “I’m done.” I breathe, pulling my gloves off.

  “Nah Princess, you’re not done till I say so,” he murmurs, before he’s launching himself at me again. I’d turned my back to him, so he grabs me and turns me midair to face him before we crash to the floor and his mouth is on mine.

  Or mine is on his.

  Who knows.

  I hear a soft thud, beside me. It must have been his gloves too because his fingers are slipping into my hair.

  If he thought my eyes were burning earlier, my core could set him on fire.

  I don’t melt into him, that’d mean submitting, and neither of us are built to do that. We’re consuming each other. He lifts up slightly to meet my eyes, the want clear on my face. In the next breath he’s ripping my blouse open. Buttons actually fly off, he doesn’t attempt to pull it down my arms, he’s given himself the access he wanted.

  He pulls my white lace bra down, letting my nipples free, and his hands are instantly tweaking my piercings, and I can’t hold back my moan.

  Oh fuck.

  He drops his mouth to my pebbled nipples, swirling his tongue slowly, while squeezing by breast hard. The burn goes straight to my pussy, which is rising up off the ground trying to gain some friction.

  “Please.”

  I don’t know what I’m asking for, I just need ... more.

  His teeth latch around my nipple and the pain has me gasping louder.

  I need him in me.

  That’s what I need.

  And I need it now.

  I start to fiddle with his pants trying to undo the button, but the lust filled haze I’m caught in, has me struggling to process how to do it. Roman grips my wrists and holds them above my head, pinning me to the mat.

  Fuck, being in the ring is making me melt.

  “You’ll touch when I say you can Princess,” he purrs, stroking his other hand down my chest to my navel.

  I’m about to put him in his place, he doesn’t run the show, but then he’s lowering his hand under my skirt, heading straight for gold, and I’ll be damned if I stop him.

  He palms the inside of my thigh, teasing me, before a single finger ghosts over my clit and slowly strokes down to my entrance.

  He does it again.

  And again.

  And again.

  I’m going to explode, but I’m too proud to cum with just a light touch. He must be able to feel the frenzy taking over my body as he thrust two fingers inside of me on the next turn. I can’t help it. I scream in pleasure, my orgasm hitting me instantly, and I continue to ride it out on his hand.

  Oh my god.

  Fuck.

  I’m too far gone to be embarrassed with coming so easily.

  “Fuck me, you’re going to have me cream my pants from your moans alone Princess,” he pants, as he lifts my skirt around my waist and drops his pants.

  His cock springs free and I can’t help but gape at it. Fuck. It’s a good job I’m drenched before he comes at me with that thing.

  I lift my gaze, hearing him chuckle.

  “Don’t worry Princess, I know how to use him,” he winks as he rolls a condom on.

  I couldn’t care less where it came from but I’m glad he remembered, because I’m useless right now. He leans down taking turns pulling my nipple piercings with his teeth, and I’m putty in his hands.

  He slips inside me so slowly, I’m close to screaming, but I can’t get a single sound to pass my lips, I’m so full.

  When I’m close to wondering if I’m splitting in two, he pulls out and slams straight back in.

  “Fuck yes. More. I need more.” I’m panting.

  God, I’m so full, but this feels like ecstasy.

  He doesn’t disappoint and picks his pace up. Ramming me into the mat, like we’re fucking animals.

  Over and over and over again, he doesn’t relent.

  His thr
usts are brutal but addicting and I can’t quit chanting more. His thumb finds my clit and as he thrusts in I feel his cock pumping with release, forcing my pussy to clamp around him like a vice, sending me over the edge again.

  Fuck.

  It feels like the aftershocks aren’t calming down, as we continue to ride out our pleasure together.

  He gently slips out and I’m left trying to gather myself. I could slip into an orgasmic coma right now. I’m that blissed out.

  I’m trying to work out how this just happened, but my brain isn't willing to switch on.

  As I slowly rise I consider how I am going to get back to my room like this. I’ll just have to hope no one’s around.

  Roman clears his throat, gaining my attention.

  “So, this doesn’t really change shit. I don’t trust you, and I don’t commit. This was just us caught up in the moment, nothing more,” he says, as he’s pulling his shirt back on.

  His face scrunching like he’s ready for me to kick off, but I can’t help but laugh.

  “Roman, those are the best words you’ve said to me yet. I don’t have any expectations because I don’t want any. I love sex, not commitment. Besides, I like dick too much to just settle for one.”

  Just to wind him up further, I wrap my arms around his neck, lick his cheek with a chuckle and head for the door.

  His chuckle has me glancing back and when I do, I finally catch a glimpse of his back.

  My god.

  His whole back is covered in a skull tattoo, it makes me stop my movement. I’ve seen plenty of back tattoos at the shop, but none have been as stunning as this piece. The silence must have him glancing around because he hasn’t heard the door go.

  Catching me gawking, he raises his eyebrow at me in question.

  “No, no, no Roman. Turn back around. In future you always greet me with no top on and with your back to me, do you understand?” I say, swirling my finger for him to give me his back again.

  My outburst catches him by surprise, but he still has a grin on his face.

  “That shits hotter than your face, and especially your mouth. In future you should lead with that.” I wink and exit through the door.

  As I step out of the gym Red is there arm raised, about to push open the door.

  Shit.

  She looks me over, a smirk on her face.

  “Roman?” she asks, as she passes me a cold coffee concoction.

  My silence is answer enough and it just has her chuckling.

  “Come on, you can show me your room whilst you shower, because I’m not taking any self-defense classes with you smelling like sex,” she laughs, as she links her arm through mine.

  Completely unfazed by my bra on show.

  My legs aren’t ready to climb the stairs right now, so we take the lift, and I take a sip of the shit she bought me once we’re inside.

  Oh my god. It’s almost as good as the sex.

  Almost.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  (Luna)

  God I feel good this morning. After training Red last night, I ordered a steak from downstairs, showered, and slept like a dream.

  Good sex will do that for you.

  Sadly though, it can’t happen again. I got carried away, lost in the moment. I don’t know these people and I’m just letting them crash down my walls. No more.

  Red promised we would be able to get another Frappuccino at lunch today. It’s vital. I need them more than oxygen.

  I feel a little more on edge today, having not seen Wren since lunch. So I’ve got to keep myself on high alert, because I know she’s going to strike again.

  I enter the lobby and it’s like déjà vu. Four guys and three girls all sat around making small talk. Sounds like the start of a joke. Wren is practically wrapped around Roman like a second skin, and a foreign feeling washes over me.

  Am I ... Jealous?

  Fuck no. I don’t need to be dealing with that as well. Keeping my gaze fixed on the door, I head in that direction.

  “Luna baby, wait up,” yells Oscar.

  I don’t want to stop while Wren is behind me, so I step outside walking to Red, and turn to watch him approach.

  “So, how’s my favorite girl this morning?” he asks.

  His cheese is next level and as much as I want to cringe, it has me smiling.

  “Depends Oscar, am I your favorite girl this morning?”

  My hands lift to straighten his tie. He brings the flirt out in me, I can’t help it, and I didn’t say no flirting. Which is good, because with him standing this close, surrounded by his scent, he’s intoxicating. He almost smells fruity, but with a woodsy undertone and the tiniest hint of vanilla.

  The grin that spreads across his face is hot as sin, but I love downplaying his effect on me.

  “Baby girl, you’re my favorite girl in the morning, in the afternoon, in my dreams,” he purrs.

  Raising his hand to stroke my throat, it sends a shiver down my spine at the skin on skin contact. These guys have me playing with fire. I probably shouldn’t be giving Oscar my attention after yesterday with Roman, but I was honest when I said I like more than one partner. After Tommy, I decided not giving all my time and attention to one person would keep the emotion and commitment out of the mix, and so far so good. I get the sex and occasional date night, but nothing serious.

  “So, I just wanted to let you know that Rome told us about yesterday, and ...”

  “What do you mean he told you about yesterday?” I say as I step back out of his space, making his hand drop away.

  I glance to Red to make sure I’m not the only one hearing this. The shocked look on her face and her hand to her chest tells me he really did just say that.

  “I mean, you can see there are more guys than girls here, and it’s always been that way. So, we always keep each other in the loop with where our dicks are going. Plus, within Featherstone it is very common to have multiple parties in a relationship. Securing connections between families and all that.”

  Is he fucking serious? The scowl on my face has him spluttering some more.

  “Honestly baby, it’s all good. We’ve shared before, and I just wanted to let you know it doesn’t change anything between us, okay?”

  Change anything between us?

  There is no us.

  This guy.

  His mouth always has to fucking ruin it. I can’t help the grim chuckle that escapes my lips.

  “Every time Oscar. Every. Fucking. Time. You start off so well, then your mouth ruins it. Now, Fuck off.” I grind, linking arms with Red and moving away.

  He looks like a wounded puppy, but I couldn’t give a shit, he will be wounded for real if he doesn’t learn to shut his mouth. Glancing over my shoulder, I can see him trying to think of something to say, but it’d be pointless right now.

  “What’s going on out here?” Kai asks, as he walks towards us, he can tell from our faces the conversation went south.

  “You want to comment on my private life too Kai?” I ask, blunt as hell.

  He holds my stare for a moment, his body language remaining relaxed, with his hands still resting in his pockets.

  “Nope,” he replies, heading towards a Rolls.

  “Are you coming, Sakura?” He calls, with his back to me.

  Red squeezes my arm and nods in his direction. I don’t need to be told twice.

  Kai holds back letting me climb in first. The door shuts and the partition is already up. We pull away and I’m happy to bask in Kai’s silent company, but it seems he’s talkative today.

  “So, what did Oscar say exactly?”

  “Does it matter?” I sigh.

  “Well considering the size of his mouth, things could be, misinterpreted.” A knowing smile touching his lips.

  “He just wanted to let me know that you’re all aware I fucked Roman yesterday, but not to worry because he isn’t put off by it, seeing as you guys share anyway.”

  Wait.

  When it comes from my mouth an
d not Oscar’s, it sounds like my kind of fun, and hot as hell.

  “See how it sounds so much better when it’s not Oscar saying it?” Kai says, raising an eyebrow at me. I can only bring myself to hum in response.

  “Rome mentioned, you were anti-commitment because you like dick too much to just settle for one.”

  I did say that to him, and I wasn’t lying, but I didn’t realize it would be hot gossip.

  “I don’t like being hot topic Kai, I think that’s my issue here.”

  “Surprisingly, Rome didn’t give any details other than you fucked in the ring. Which is hot by the way. Usually Oscar can get him to dish plenty of spank bank material, but he was very tight lipped.”

  I can only nod in response, unsure how true his words are.

  “I’d also be careful of Wren today, she has a crazy glint in her eyes, and whenever she does things can go to shit.”

  Great.

  We pull up outside Combat and I get out without a word. I’d just like a drama free day, just one, but it doesn’t look likely.

  Red is waiting by the entry for me and we head to the changing rooms together. She’s quiet today. Not in a ‘be worried’ sort of way. More, ‘I’m comfortable and confident in your presence so I don’t need to make noise’ kind of way.

  I’m obviously growing on her. I just hope it’s not a bad thing.

  We are such a stark contrast in gym clothes, me rocking the all black as always whilst she has pink shorts and a white tank top.

  All flowers and shit.

  Wren’s in here but she talks quietly in the corner with her friends, and it has my guard up. I expected her to be in my face by now, I can feel it building.

  Joining everyone in the main space, it is literally a massive room with the floor completely covered in different colored mats, and the occasional ring dotted around the large space. The open space above us gives the feel of an old warehouse, you could probably add three floors in here and still have high ceilings.

  The guy who met me on arrival is the teacher here. Maverick was it? The guy who helped drop me in the shit. Fabulous.

  “Morning, I’m Maverick Miller, you can call me whatever, I could care less. The track around the outside of this hall is a kilometer. Let’s start off with two laps, see how you do,” he grumbles, and claps his hands to encourage everyone into motion.