8. Luc
8
LUC
“Are we done here?” I drawl, my light American accent, which I learned from my mother, Annabelle, for reasons unknown—but I think she likes it—sounding harsh with all these pretty English accents.
“Are we clear on the rules here, Luc?” she asks. I take a look around, eyes narrowed. Part of me wants to go and find that asshole from the rooftop and find out what his deal is, but my mother will kick my ass if I just walk away. She is probably the only creature I’m cautious of. And with good reason. You don’t mess with the Devil. I’ve been there one too many times, and she knows a good punishment. I don’t particularly want to be here, but it has been given as an order, so here I am.
“Sure,” I comment, looking back at her. “No doing anything dangerous or anything that will get me expelled.”
“And the rest,” Dad says, his black eyes boring into mine.
I know what he means, and I smile. “I’ll try my best.”
“Do that,” Annabelle says with a fierce glare. “And use this time to get on better terms with your brother, would you?”
Draven. That fucker. My half-brother and a total pain in my ass. Somehow, we ended up in the womb at the same time, but with different dads. Celestial fuckery at its finest. My dad is an Incubus, the same one giving me a fierce glare right now that is tinged with faint amusement, and Draven’s is a Necromancer. Fun fucking times.
“Whatever,” I mutter, really not interested in him. Now the girl he rolled in with? Yeah, she is a hot piece of ass, and I want to claim her in every hole she has. Even better if I take her away from Draven. Perhaps this year isn’t going to be so dull after all.
I smirk as I think about the possibilities. My parents exchange a knowing look, clearly sensing my sudden shift in mood. They’ve seen that expression on my face too many times before.
“Remember, Luc,” Annabelle warns, her voice low and dangerous. “This isn’t just any school. The consequences here could be severe.”
“Yeah, I get it.” I do. This place is crawling with power, old magick that calls to me. It’s part of why I’m here in this specific academy on this paranormal plane of existence. The rest… well, you’d have to ask my mother. “I’ll play nice. For now.”
With a final nod to my parents, I turn and saunter away, my mind already turning back to the girl with the rainbow hair. The way Draven looked at her, the way he was so possessive over her, that has intrigued me. He is usually less involved, which means she has got something about her. And whatever it is, I want a taste.
But first, I need to find my room and settle myself into this prison. I’m used to freedom, so this is going to be interesting to see how this place manages to contain me.
I make my way through the winding corridors of the academy, the ancient stone walls pulsing with an energy that sends tingles across my skin.
As I round a corner, heading up the stairs to the floor where my room is situated, I pause. Honey-covered chocolate and the scent of wild magick. Is this our little unicorn?
My lips curl into a predatory smile, and I follow the scent, door after door until I can smell the blood running through her veins.
I pause, turning to face a door with 213 in gold plated numbers fixed to it.
A cold hand clamps down on my arm. I whirl around, already knowing it’s Draven. His eyes bore into mine, a silent warning etched in their depths.
“Stay away from her, Luc,” he growls, his voice low and menacing.
I smirk, shrugging off his hand. “Or what? Afraid I might show her what a real man can do?”
Draven’s eyes narrow dangerously, and the air around us grows heavy with death. “Stay away from her,” he repeats, not rising to the bait. That’s the thing that irritates me most about him. He never does.
I lean in close. “Make me,” I whisper.
Surprise hits me when Draven’s hand shoots out, grabbing me by the throat and slamming me against the wall. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs. The fucker is strong. Stronger than most. But so am I. Unfortunately, that usually leads to brawls that neither of us can win.
I grin, despite the pressure on my throat. “Touched a nerve, have I?”
Draven’s grip tightens, his eyes flashing with barely contained rage. “Stay the fuck away from her, or I will find a way to rip you a new one, got it?” He releases me abruptly.
I rub my throat, chuckling darkly. “All you’re doing is dangling the carrot closer to my nose, asshole.”
“She is mine. I’ve claimed her. Get in the way of fate, Luc, and it will burn you,” he says. He stalks down the hallway to a door and practically kicks it open before he slams it shut.
Pushing off from the wall, I’m even more intrigued by this girl now. Fate? Since when the fuck does Draven, Prince of Death, talk about fate?
But with a smile, I take the key out of my pocket and slip it into the lock of room 214. “Right next door, unicorn. There is no way you can escape me.”
I push open the door to my new room, the scent of her still lingering in my nostrils. It’s intoxicating, and I can feel my incubus nature stirring, hungry for a taste.
The room is spacious, with dark wood furniture and deep red velvet curtains. My bag is already neatly placed on the four-poster bed, and I flop down beside it, staring up at the ornate ceiling.
A soft thump on the other side of the wall catches my attention. She’s in there, probably unpacking, completely unaware of the predator lying just feet away. Rising, I cross over to the adjoining wall and close my eyes, pressing my hand to the cool stone. Focusing my senses, I try to pick up any sound or scent that might give me a clue about her.
There’s a rustling of fabric, the quiet padding of bare feet on soft carpet. Then, unexpectedly, a surge of power that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, making me draw my hand back rapidly as it burns. It’s wild, untamed, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“What are you?” I murmur. My senses say witch, but there is definitely more to that power than simple witch magick.
My fingers brush against the cool stone surface again, and I smile. She won’t be able to resist me when I go to her with my powers in full force. No one can. I don’t usually bother using them. There is no challenge there, but something tells me this girl will be resistant to my usual charms, especially if she and Draven are as close as he says. I chuckle as I picture the look on his face as he walks in on me fucking his girl, her riding my cock, her tits bouncing as I tug on her nipples. It will eat him alive to know I had her.
And that just made her even more irresistible to me.