by Brenda Trim
“Goodnight, Professor.
“Use the facilities and get back to your room right away, Ryker.”
Nodding he stepped inside and made sure the door shut behind himself. The professor would not enter a student bathroom. After the footsteps faded in the distance, Ryker tugged his shirt over his head and slipped the rest of his clothes off as he made his way to the stalls.
Maurelle was standing under the spray of one with the curtain standing open. There were three other showers running, telling him Brokk, Sol and Daine are still there. He watches as her wings flare and start to glow as she rubs her breasts.
Her eyes pin him in place and are heavy lidded. His heart started racing and his shaft hardened. With rapid steps, Ryker is in the stall with her in the next second. His hands were running up and down her arms while his lips claimed hers.
Stepping closer, his body was so close her breasts brush his chest each time she took a breath. Her fingers teased the top edge of his wings. A groan left his throat as pleasure coursed like fire through his veins.
His wings bent forward as if trying to get more contact with her flesh. Electricity buzzed through his veins making every cell in his body hypersensitive. Her every touch drove him to the edge. He was more rabid beast at the moment than anything resembling a Fae, let alone the King.
Grabbing the soap, Maurelle squirted some into her palm and licked her lips as she ran her stunning eyes up and down his form. His cock bobbed when she stared a bit too long. She was absolutely perfect. Her body spoke a language that his body knew all too well.
His hands shifted from her arms to her waist while her soapy hands traveled down his abdomen to his hard shaft. When her tiny hands wrapped around his length, he nearly came right then.
He had no doubt that his wings were blazing with proof of how turned on he was at the moment. The evidence was turning the stall a reddish, black light. As if she needed that evidence of how much he enjoyed her hands on his erection. The pre-cum was confirmation of that.
His grip on her sensual hip tightened and her hips shot forward. Her hands left his shaft and went to his shoulders. He couldn’t regret the loss when she pulled him closer. Her hard nipples poked his chest as they smashed together.
“You gonna clean me, Prince Charming? I’m a very dirty girl.”
The soap was in his hands and on her perfect ass before she took another breath. “I’ll make sure you’re squeaky clean,” he breathed.
The sound of Brokk, Sol and Daine groaning from nearby stalls echoed loudly in the silence that followed his declaration. Maurelle’s head tilted back and a sexy smile graced her lips before she teased the back of his neck.
He rubbed her back and arms then moved to her breasts. Suds covered her flesh. The grime of the sewers fell away as Ryker stepped back to allow the hot water to run over her body.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he declared as he kissed a path along her neck. She laid her head on his shoulder and lifted a leg around his hip. It brought her hot, wet core pressing against his cock.
“It’s about time you discovered the truth about me. You get brownie…ohhh. Yesss,” she hissed and bit his lower lip. The sting of her teeth only added to his savage need.
Maurelle must have felt the same need as she suddenly kissed him hard. She devoured his mouth. Their tongues tangled together in a sensual dance. Her leg lowered and her hands pressed into his pectoral muscles a second later.
She pushed him to the tile wall behind him. His head hit with a thud he barely registered. This time he attacked her mouth. His lips were bruising as they pressed to hers and moved over them.
The energy that sizzled between them was enough to incinerate anything in its path. There was no way he would get enough of this female. She made him want things he’d never contemplated, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
This woman completed his life, but like with his true identity, he couldn’t tell her how he really felt until the right time. To give into temptation and claim her like he wanted would be to sign her death certificate, and that was something he would never do. Life would be shitty without her in it.
With a growl, Ryker grabbed hold of her backside. No way could he keep his hands off her. Fate brought them together and tied them together, but that didn’t account for his addiction to her.
It was Maurelle’s sassy attitude and sexy smile. She faced everything head on without fear. And, she was loyal to the bone. She’d protect those she loved with her life. Plus, she had the hottest body of any female ever born. Unlike the typical Fae female, she had curves to drive males wild with lust.
From the moment he’d laid eyes on Maurelle he wanted to eradicate all other males from her mind. That used to include Brokk, Sol and Daine, but the moment Ryker decided he wanted them to serve as his closest confidantes and protectors his stance where they are concerned in connection to Maurelle had changed. And, it was messing with his head to say the least.
He hadn’t yet thought about that enough to really understand how he felt about the idea of them being intimate with her, outside of the fact that he needed their help keeping Maurelle safe. He was terrified of losing her and had to keep her safe. That simple fact trumped everything else.
“Is that a bat in your pocket or are you happy to see me,” Maurelle giggled. The sound didn’t diminish her arousal or the lust coursing between them.
“You mean this?” Ryker thrust his pelvis forward and his erection slid through her slick folds.
“It’s been too long since I’ve had you,” Maurelle told him, echoing his sentiment.
“You have no idea. We should never be apart again.” His mouth was back on hers and his hips never stopped their rocking. This female made him horny as fuck all the time. The urge to skip all foreplay and sink into her tight depths was nearly irresistible.
He swore her soul reached out and stroked his. It shouldn’t be possible, but there was no denying what he felt at the moment. Maurelle had powers that rivaled any other Fae. And, at the moment her energy was teasing his in a way that promised to make their pleasure unlike anything.
Ryker loved the way she mewled and writhed in his arms. Lowering his head, he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted like night flowers and herbs from the soap he’d cleaned her with, but her essence was unmistakable underneath it all.
Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Brokk and Sol stood to the right of their stall while Daine was on the other side. Maurelle gasped, making Ryker lift his head. He kept the suction on her breast, so it made a popping sound as it was released from his mouth.
“Like what you see?” Maurelle purred as she moved her hips which robbed him of his ability to think straight right as he was about to send them away. He knew she didn’t want them to be involved in this moment, but it seemed as if she didn’t mind them watching.
“I fucking love it,” Brokk blurted.
“So damn sexy,” Sol agreed.
“Gods those curves,” Daine grunted as he gripped his dick.
All three of his guards were transfixed as they watched her ass move. Ryker had no doubt each of them were eager to take her to pound town, but none would ever make a move. Although they were more than happy to pleasure themselves while being a voyeur it seemed.
Maurelle licked her lips as she followed the movement of Brokk’s hand on his shaft. Ryker tightened his grip on her ass and thrust his hips in time with hers. His mouth lowered to her breasts again as he sucked her other nipple into his mouth.
She groaned and her head fell back as she lost herself in what he was doing to her body. Her wings flapped, lifting her in the air. The room was enveloped by the glow from all of their wings. A rainbow of colors enveloped them joining with the steam from the hot water.
Maurelle’s feminine pink and turquoise was joined by the red and black of Ryker’s. Brokk’s added green and blue while Daine’s added burnt orange and red. Sol’s dark purple and midnight blue darkened the glow that surrounded the
m.
The atmosphere was sensual and only added to the erotic moment. It seemed to have the same effect on Maurelle. Her fingernails sank into Ryker’s shoulders drawing blood.
When her gaze traveled to the others who were now all stroking their shafts with vigorous up and down movements Ryker traced her jawline. He claimed her lips when her head turned back to him.
Lifting her hips, she reached between their bodies and gripped his shaft. After running the tip through her wet folds, she lined it up with her opening then sank down onto him.
“Fuck,” he groaned when he bottomed out and his balls slapped her ass. Gods this female.
Overtaken by an intense need, he thrust into her wildly. Her back hit the wall and her breasts jiggled with each movement. She grabbed his face and claimed his lips and met each of his movements.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room along with the sounds of those lost to pleasure. Maurelle moaned into Ryker’s mouth at the same time Brokk let out a low groan.
Maurelle’s hips moved faster and her arms locked around Ryker’s neck. Breaking the kiss, he lowered his head and suckled her nipples once again. The world narrowed to him and Maurelle as he laved her breasts while she grabbed the tops of his wings.
Wings could be an erogenous zone when touched just right, and Maurelle teased and tormented Ryker’s wings at that moment. They shot out to his sides going as rigid as his erection. The black markings were bold, clear and shinning proof of his heritage. He made a mental note to always keep Shineah’s amulet on his person, rather than in his pants pocket, so no one else got a glimpse of him like this.
Ryker’s spine began to tingle telling him he was close to climax. He reached between their bodies and pressed against Maurelle’s clit and rubbed vigorously. Her back arched and she cried out a second later.
As her core milked his cock, Ryker pounded her into the wall pouring everything he was feeling into their joining. Somewhere in the back of his mind Ryker heard Sol then Daine grunt as they no doubt climaxed. The water had gone cold, but that didn’t diminish the force of his orgasm as his balls drew up tight and his seed shot out.
Ryker twisted the faucet to turn the water off then fell onto Maurelle as she lounged against the wall, his breath coming in pants against her neck. “You trying to fuck me to death, Braveheart?”
Maurelle chuckled and lifted her head. “You’re selling your skills short, Prince Charming. That was all you.” She peered over her shoulder and her cheeks turned pink. Ryker smiled and traced her lower lip. Ryker turned and saw his guard looked spent.
“I should apologize for watching,” Brokk said as he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist hiding his hardening shaft. “But, I couldn’t stop myself from watching.”
“It was like a force pushed me to leave the stall where I planned on taking care of the erection hearing you gave me,” Sol admitted. Daine nodded his head in agreement.
“It’s alright,” Maurelle told them with pink cheeks. Ryker lowered her feet to the floor and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her torso. “You can’t blame yourselves. No one can resist me.”
They all chuckled as Ryker covered his nakedness. Maurelle tucked an end of the towel in and gathered her hair to wring the water from the long, pink locks. “But honestly, I was drawn into it, as well. I don’t understand any of it and I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with it, but I do get what drove you to watch. There’s no reason to get all weird about this now. We’re Fae and he’s royalty so that means we have carte blanche for all sorts of kinkiness. Besides nothing is going to be decided until we are through with the academy next year and right now we have bigger problems to address.”
Ryker couldn’t help but agree with Maurelle. Growing up like every other Fae in Mag Mell he never entertained anything different for his relationships, so he got why he was messed up around the whole topic. He was fast falling for Maurelle and wanted to spend his life with her. But, none of that was as important as finding the dark object poisoning the academy.
Chapter 7
“What do you think is going on?” Brokk whispered as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest. The massive male looked like he was searching for an enemy to take down. It was more than a little intimidating and had her thanking the Gods he was on her side.
Brokk was the biggest of her guys. They were all fit like most Fae males, but Brokk had muscles upon muscles. When he flexed like he was at that moment his arms doubled in size. No way could she wrap both palms around the circumference of his biceps. Sol, Daine and Ryker had smaller builds, but were still fit and in outstanding shape.
“I think there’s some new project the headmaster is going to set us on,” Ryker replied with a wave of his hand. His nonchalant tone and dismissive demeanor belied the conflict she knew raged inside his mind. Her suspicions were confirmed when he reached up and touched the necklace that she’d made to hang his talisman on.
Maurelle had a hard time knowing there were powerful forces at work in their realm and she wasn’t the King. Every time they uncovered one layer a new one cropped up. It was easy to point the finger at the humans for Fae subjugation and manipulation, but she knew it wasn’t that straightforward.
Sure, she believed humans were at the heart, but she’d bet everything she owned that a formidable Fae was the one pulling the strings. After all, only another of their kind could cast the spells and activate dark magic that was being used to control them.
Uncovering what was behind the corruption in Mag Mell wasn’t something five academy students could solve overnight. Even if one of them was the next King of the realm.
Students milled about sectioned off into their elemental leagues. It didn’t come as a surprise when they were ordered to report to the grassy area instead of class that morning. Maurelle had come to realize staff constantly changed shit and threw whatever they felt like at them.
According to her father trials and tests had always been part of the program, but the emphasis used to be on testing your control. The trial last year couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Somehow, she struggled to believe that was the case this year either.
The earth league was on their right with Daine’s group, the water league on the other side of that. Sol and the fire league stood to their left. The groups shuffled their feet restlessly while they came up with alternating reasons why everyone was standing outside while a storm was rapidly approaching.
Glancing at the dark grey storm clouds, Maurelle wished she was able to affect the weather. Not many Fae could actually change the weather, but those skilled enough could avert the worst of it.
“I see you’re all excited to begin the second stage of your trials here at the academy,” Gaius announced using a boosting rune to share his voice with the back of the quad where Maurelle stood with Brokk and Ryker.
She cocked her head and shared a smirk with Brokk who shook his head and whispered, “That male is out of his fucking mind.”
“Not necessarily,” Ryker murmured, “I imagine students used to look forward to testing what they learned the previous year.”
Brokk’s jaw hit his chest as he stared at Ryker. “Who are you and what have you done with my grouchy friend?”
Maurelle and Ryker laughed, but before the conversation continued down that meandering path Gaius started telling everyone their task. “To better assess your connection to and control of the elements, the second trial will be held in the forest. You have been broken into groups of five within your leagues. Most of you have more than one elemental power, but you are to remain with the league you are actively being taught. There will be no helping each other and no testing secondary skills.”
Professors walked throughout their sections and handed out group assignments. When Maurelle was handed her list, the first name was a student she didn’t recognize. Her heart hammered in her chest and her throat tightened as she worried that she was going to be put with students she didn’t know that well.
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She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ryker and Brokk’s names. Thank the Gods she was with them. Not that she couldn’t have managed being in a different group, but she couldn’t stand the idea of not being in a group with the two of them. She’d be too consumed with worry for their safety otherwise.
“Your task is to find and bring back one of the league icons. They are hidden throughout the forest. Of course, you will encounter challenges meant to test your mastery over your element. May the elements be with you,” the headmaster declared and with a wave of his hand a blast sounded, and chaos erupted.
“You’ll save my ass if I get attacked like you did Maurelle last year, right?” Tiana asked as she joined their little group.
“Absolutely,” Ryker said with a wink and his panty-melting smile. Maurelle ground her teeth and turned away from their exchange.
Brokk’s arm around her shoulders stopped her from running into the forest without them. “He has to keep up appearances, Elle. You know that.”
Blowing out a breath and plastering a smile on her face she nods. “You’re right. Looks like we’re ready now. You ready to face the Gods only know what?”
“What do you think we will face in here?” Tiana blurted as she scooted closer to Ryker. Maurelle bit back her growl and continued walking.
“We faced vampires and other creatures last time. There won’t be worse than that,” Randy offered. Why couldn’t they keep anyone else out of their group during these trials? It would make this so much easier.
It was difficult for Maurelle to feel comfortable with an unknown in their group this time. Sometimes it sucked not being able to force the teachers to keep their group to the three of them. Ryker might have been able to convince their professor, but they couldn’t reveal is identity.
She sent a silent prayer to the Gods that none of them were hurt during this trial. Especially Randy and Tiana. They had no idea trouble seemed to follow them like a virus.
Brokk snorted and headed away from the other students. “Let’s not follow them like a lamb to slaughter. And, did you learn nothing last year? They will throw as much at us as they want. I don’t think Gaius has gotten laid in a long time. That’s going to make him cranky as fuck.”
