Chapter Nineteen
Aldrastos
Thankfully, everyone was so focused on the magnificent display that she was putting on that no one noticed that my eyes had changed.
If they had, it would have raised questions.
A lot of questions. I’m not the kind of creature that is found in the Fae Realm.
Hell, I’m not a creature that anyone even remembers existing.
I was never supposed to step foot in this realm, and it’s only thanks to a very powerful Seer, and some of my realm's most powerful supernaturals, that I was able to cross over. We don’t even know if I can get back in.
In theory, I should be able to, but as it’s a one-time thing, it can’t be tested, and no one was one hundred percent certain that I would be able to get back.
My only hope is finding the team that is supposed to be able to not only get into the realm, but also help to save it as well.
I must admit that when I heard that a team had come back that had been gone for so long, I did think that it might be them that I was looking for, even more so when I saw the way that Farren dealt with the student.
The shadows that stuck around and played, moving up and down her legs, in such a way that made me want to stare, had me growling at my ridiculous reaction to her.
It became clear pretty quickly that they weren’t the team I was looking for.
I was told to look for a team that had more strength than they should have, one who could do things that they shouldn’t be able to do, and Farren and her team, well, all of their power levels were pretty standard, strong, sure, but not strong like I was told that they should be.
Which led me to the conclusion that they definitely aren’t the team that I’m looking for. The problem is, I’ve been here for a while now, and no one is strong enough.
It doesn’t make sense.
My mind drifts unwillingly back to Farren. There is something about her that throws me off, and worse yet, it makes my beast stir.
I don’t trust it at all.
It’s because of that I decide that I need to keep my distance from her.
My beast stirs, clearly not liking the idea of keeping our distance, and I frown.
All his protest does is firm my decision.
I can’t risk being distracted from my mission here.
I need to find the team that can help save my realm, and from what I’ve seen so far, they’re all too weak.
An image of Farren fighting flashes through my mind. There’s an edge of feral violence to the way that she handled that situation. I have no doubt that if the student had made a single wrong move, then Farren would have ended her as if it were nothing.
The way her team reacted wasn’t what I would have expected it to be either. They loved it. That feralness was present within all of them as well.
It intrigues me far more than it should. Which is why I briefly considered that they may be the team I am looking for, but as I said, their power levels just aren’t high enough for that to be a possibility.
It’s probably a good thing that it isn’t them. I’m not sure how professional I would be able to remain if it were.
The Seer told me that there would be obstacles that I would have to overcome in order to find the team, and I can’t help but think that she, Farren, must be one of them.
I can’t get distracted, I can’t afford to.
It should be easy enough to avoid her. This academy is enormous. There is no need for us to cross paths unless strictly necessary.
The unease that stirs inside me once again at the thought of avoiding her, this time the man and not the beast, makes me even more certain that I’m doing the right thing by doing exactly that.
In my opinion, someone who can stir so many different emotions in a creature like me should not be trusted and should be avoided.
Especially at the moment.
Farren
When we get back to the room, we hang out for a while, deciding to order dinner up to the room, instead of eating down in the dining hall with everyone else.
Eventually, everyone heads back to their rooms for the night, but I hesitate as I stay sitting on the sofa.
As tired as I am, I really don’t want to sleep alone tonight.
As Kill walks past the back of it, everyone else having already disappeared, I grab his hand, “Stay with me tonight?”
“Fuck yes,” he says immediately, wiping away any nervousness I had about asking him. He launches himself over the sofa and scoops me up into his arms. Carrying me into my room, and making my smile widen.
When he places me on the bed, hovering above me, his gaze studying my features like he’s trying to memorise them, I find that sleep is suddenly the last thing on my mind.
I have waited a long fucking time for Killian, and I refuse to wait any longer.
“Get naked, Kill,” I demand.
His eyebrows rise as a rumble builds in his chest. His voice is rough as he asks, “Are you sure?”
“Completely,” I reply honestly, and open up the bondline to him so he can feel what I am.
His smile is soft as he dips his head and kisses me gently, his tail stroking the outside of my thigh.
The soft kiss doesn’t stay that way for long.
My hands pull at his shirt, and he breaks the kiss in order to take it off. I’m feeling far too impatient to wait for him to undress me, so I take my shirt off at the same time, shimmy out of my trousers and the rest of my clothes as well, throwing them haphazardly off the side of the bed.
Kill growls, a heated gleam in his gaze as his eyes caress my body, making me squirm, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. He’s always had the ability to do that to me.
“Kill,” I growl when he doesn’t make a move.
My voice seems to snap him out of whatever daze he’s in, and he quickly strips out of his remaining clothes.
I would love to have taken in the view a bit longer, but Kill’s lips meet mine, as one of his hands travels down my body, stopping to roll my nipple between his fingers, making my back arch with pleasure before he continues downward, his fingers expertly find my clit, circling and making me moan as I reach between us and take his dick in my hand making him rumble as I begin to move.
Our kiss becomes more frantic as we both pick up the pace, and Kill’s lips leave mine as he trails kisses down my neck. His tongue circles my nipple, as his fingers pump inside me and his thumb brushes my clit. I can’t help the moan of pleasure that escapes me as the pleasure builds.
“I want you inside me when I fall apart,” I mutter breathily.
His chest rumbles with a pleased growl, the vibrations sending my pleasure higher, as he moves up my body again, lining himself up at my entrance. Fortunately for supernaturals, we have inbuilt contraceptives unlike the humans.
His lips meet mine again as his dick nudges my entrance, and when I wriggle trying to get him to speed up, he raises my hands above my head with one of his as his tail holds them in place.
I feel him smirk against my lips as I moan.
I gasp and bite down on his lip hard as he suddenly thrusts forward, my pussy adjusting to the size of him, as the movement almost sends me over the edge and into oblivion.
My back arches, as he moves slowly, rocking his hips as one of his hands moves to my boob, palming it, the rough pad of his thumb playing with my nipple, as his tail holds my hands firmly.
My orgasm builds in the most delicious way.
My hips meet his thrust for thrust as he angles me in the perfect way, making me cry out in pleasure.
His tail lets go of my hands, and I immediately wrap them around him, my nails digging into his back as he picks up the pace.
He pinches my nipple and sends me hurtling over the edge and into oblivion as he growls out his own release, and our movements slow, riding out the last of the waves of pleasure.
He collapses on top of me, and I hold him tightly as he peppers me in kisses, making me giggle.
Eventually, we get up and shower, going for round two while we’re in there before we collapse in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms.
It’s the best sleep that I’ve had for a very long time.
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I got distracted yesterday, dealing with Revel and then with the Headmaster as well. His dismissal of me is still pissing me off, but I’ve decided to let it go. It doesn’t matter, and we’re probably only going to see him in passing, if that.
We might not even be here for very long, so it will only be a brief moment in time that he’s pissed me off for anyway.
I don’t like it.
Which also pisses me off.
Maybe I have anger issues?
Storm had us all repack our go-bags with clean clothes and more supplies, and once everyone was done and the bags were stacked in the cupboard again, I decided that it might be a good idea if I put them in a pocket in the Void so that they’re always with us. Kind of.
I need to remember to tell the guys that I’ve moved them before someone freaks out because they aren’t there.
Freakout might be too strong a word for that, but my point still stands.
Anyway, the plan for today is to find out what happened to my uncle. I need to know. As much as it's going to hurt to have it confirmed that he’s dead. I need to know how he died and whether there was anything suspicious about it that I need to investigate.
Magnus wasn’t sick, so the chances of it being natural are slim. It’s possible his death could have been accidental, but I doubt it.
I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I saw him in the Soul Side of the Underworld.
He was there and he was talking to Monty.
It has occurred to me that I could just ask Monty about it, but I honestly don’t know when he will appear next, and it’s always a toss-up on whether he’s going to give me a straight answer or not.
Considering he’s being so forthcoming at the moment, I would guess that he’s unlikely to be as forthcoming with this, to make up for the fact that he’s being so helpful.
Monty doesn’t particularly like being helpful.