8. ~Nyx~ #2
The way he put it all out there and was so honest to the core about what he wanted, how he felt… there was no fakery or puppet mastery with him. He just was. It was so refreshing. And, honestly, it felt amazing to be viewed this way.
“Well, if we’re getting into the cock thing, you take the cake there,” I told him, relaxing and rising to it, actually not worried about flirting because he couldn’t be influenced by my allure.
“Well, thank you,” he said, grinning.
Before anything more could be said, the classroom fell silent, and Professor Blackwater began his lecture.
It started off well enough, where he laid out the syllabus for the year, and the importance of this course.
But when he started listing off what had been defined as predatory supernatural species , the awkwardness set in, when Incubi were mentioned. Several looks came my way, and I felt Vorzyr’s hand tighten in mine when he realized quickly what was happening.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of it.
He hadn’t reacted to dragons being mentioned, only when my species had, and he’d seen my uncomfortable reaction.
As the Professor asked the class to name some other species who fit the predatory bill, they swirled around the room, some being repeated over and over.
“Wendigos, Hydras, Incubi, Succubi, Vampires, Werewolves, Dragons, Dark Fae, and—”
Suddenly, Vorzyr’s hand left mine and he shot to his feet, speaking in a deep rumble that cut through everything, “You are all missing the point.”
Professor Blackwater jolted at the interruption, but, unlike the gasps emanating from the students, he seemed more curious than pissed about it.
“And what point might that be?”
“A lot of this is stereotyping and extreme generalizations. The predatory nature of certain species can’t be defined or determined from such a general standpoint.
It’s highly dependent on individual nature.
With that in mind, any supernatural species can be viewed as predatory.
Not just supernatural, actually, humans, too. ”
Stunning everyone, Professor Blackwater started clapping.
Vorzyr looked more than a little surprised by the reaction as well.
He’d clearly been expecting a fight.
And he’d been willing to fight for me.
On his first day.
Just because he’d seen me looking so uncomfortable.
“Precisely,” Professor Blackwater spoke.
“That is the conclusion I was hoping you would all draw.” He looked out at everyone else.
“But you didn’t. A brand-new student to our Academy had to point it out.
That is a dear shame, wouldn’t you say?” He smiled out at Vorzyr and me.
“And it’s about time we tore down these stereotypes that many of you still adhere to, isn’t it? ”
“Especially with all the hybrid beings being made—most against their will. Those who can’t help what they are, those who are afraid of what they are,” I actually found myself speaking up. I never spoke up in class.
“Those who are largely afraid because of the reactions of others, isn’t that right, Mr. Laryn?” Professor Blackwater posed.
“Yes,” I admitted. “That is a lot of it for me.”
“Or, you could go the other way, like me,” Vorzyr cut in, nudging me with a chuckle. “Revel in that fear and throw it right back in the faces of those rushing to judgment.”
That had a bunch of the students bursting out laughing.
Including me.
I smiled out at him. He really was something.
I couldn’t believe it.
I’d actually been dreading this class so much.
It had been a mandatory one for me that I’d been avoiding for the last couple of years.
Kai had taken it last year and he had warned me about it.
Then again, when he’d taken it there’d been a different professor.
That professor was Magnus Holloway, a strict and severe asshole who was teaching Controlled Transformation and Shifter Regulation this year.
The guy was a judgmental shithead, but he still taught here because of his knowledge base.
The class continued on with an open discussion that was lighthearted and thoughtful and not at all how I’d imagined it to be.
I actually ended up learning a lot about rarer species like the Wendigo. Even Succubi. I’d never encountered any before and neither had anyone in the class, except for the professor, so that was rather enlightening.
The assignment given involved taking two species of beings that we knew in person who both met some of the stereotypes attached to their species and who also flew in the face of it, something we were to present within a couple of weeks.
As the class continued, I showed Vorzyr how to pair his interactive panel with his laptop, and I told him about a couple of magic-wielders who could create the class textbook for him, because he hadn’t been able to find a copy, as he’d tried to pick up his books just two days before class, not knowing that everyone else did that a couple of weeks in advance.
I mean, it would cost him a bit, but he was apparently loaded, so it wasn’t an issue.
My best suggestion would have been Kai, but that wasn’t a viable option with them hating on each other.
The issues of Kai aside, this had turned out to be one of the best classes I’d ever had.
The whole time, I found myself coming out of my shell and smiling like a damn fool.
And I loved every moment of it.
“Don’t be shy.”
I rolled my eyes at Vorzyr, and he grinned back at me, as he led me inside his dorm room and shut the door behind us.
Each dorm room was pretty much identical and gave off an elite and modern aesthetic.
They were spacious with a monochromatic palette of charcoal, black, and elements of silver. The floors were a sleek, black stone.
Vorzyr had a single suite and his bed was upon a platform with black sheets with silver trim.
There was a study area over on the far side by the window with a floating black glass desk with an angular chair next to a bookshelf.
The closet adjacent to the ensuite bathroom was magically-enhanced ensuring that all clothes hanging there remained pressed and clean.
I could see the bathroom through the door that he’d left open and it followed the same modern design with black and deep grays, the countertops black marble. There was even a waterfall shower.
Personalization was very limited because the Academy wanted to keep all the rooms uniform. Only a few personal effects were supposed to be allowed.
But in Vorzyr’s suite, he’d put down some crimson shag rugs to break up the monochrome of it all. He had several chests positioned around the space, too. He’d even hung paintings on the walls of beautiful dragons.
“Are those of your family?” I asked him.
“Most are famous dragon warriors of old. Only one is related to me.” He pointed to a majestic black dragon with silver markings. “That one is my grandfather. Malrik Titanus. He’s got a similar look to my dragon form.” A sadness came over him as he said, “He’s dead now.”
“I’m so sorry. Was it in battle?”
“It was complicated.”
Before I could speak more to it, he gestured at his bed. “Have a seat. I’ll get those marks off you.”
As I walked over there and lowered myself onto the foot of the bed, he shook off his fancy, high-collared coat and hung it up in the closet, leaving him in just a black tank, a whole lot of muscle on display.
His arms were fucking huge and the dragon scale tattoos of black and crimson only added to the sexy sight. Whew.
He sat down beside me. Even just sitting, he completely dwarfed me with his size.
I peeled the scarf away and put it down on the bed.
“This is going to be intense,” he warned me.
“Like, painful?”
“ Stimulating would be the best way to describe it.”
Oh, damn. A rush of heat went through me.
Just from that.
“Okay,” was all I could manage.
He shifted closer to me, then gently grasped my nape, and carefully angled me so he had unfettered access to the side of my neck where he’d made all his marks. “Ready?”
I swallowed hard.
The remnants of last night were still alive and well. I mean, I’d known and felt that during class, but I’d tried to tamper down how it had affected me, because we were in public and trying to learn and focus.
“Ready,” I eked out.
He smiled reassuringly.
And then it happened.
He slicked his tongue over the marks.
Holy fuck.
Every stroke was like liquid fire against my skin.
Stimulating didn’t even cover it with his every movement, every lick, every fucking moment of his tongue gliding so deliciously across my skin.
“Fuck,” I was whimpering in so much need within moments. “Oh, fuck… fucking shit.”
My cock was rock-hard, straining against my leather pants in a way that was damn near painful.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, coming up for air. “I’m almost done. Just one little bite to go.”
“No… don’t stop… please.”
“You don’t need to beg me. If you want something, just ask. I’m not your Dom. We’re equals, babe.”
“I don’t… I don’t know how…” I trailed off when his tongue was back on my skin.
“Then show me,” he murmured between licks.
I just reacted, not allowing myself to overthink something sexual for once, not controlling myself or hating myself for my needs.
I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my painfully hard cock.
And I was actually rewarded for my spontaneity, for demonstrating what I wanted, because he unzipped me, then reached inside and pulled my cock free, clamping his hand around my shaft.
A throaty groan escaped me and I had to throw my hands out behind me to steady myself.
A sexy low rumble of a chuckle came from him, just as he pulled from my throat. “All the marks are gone. Dragon healing for you.”
“Thank you,” I rasped, gazing from his flaming eyes to his hand wrapped around my cock.
“Not enough, is it?” he asked, giving me a delicious squeeze.
“No,” I admitted.
“Up for me swallowing your cock?”
He really meant it. He wouldn’t make me beg. It was so different than I was used to with Kai. There was no commanding, no overt dominance. It was like a free-for-all.
And it was the most liberating thing I’d ever felt.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” I told him.
In the next second, he shoved me back, so I was lying on the bed.
And then he descended on me, his mouth swallowing me, right to the fucking root.
I cried out and bucked on the bed.
Oh, damn. He didn’t have a gag reflex.
I fisted both hands in his long hair, stroking and tugging, and losing my ever-loving shit as he devoured my cock like a fucking animal.
Out. Of. This. World.
All I could do was scream and pump my hips like a maniac as he basically destroyed me, threatening to tear me in two, as pleasure shot through the roof, and went completely beyond my control.
“Fucking shit! Oh, damn! Damn!” I yelled.
I was right on the edge, just as a sudden blast of rose-gold magic erupted, a second before the door flew open and Kai forced himself into the room.
His eyes shot wide as he kicked the door shut and took in what was happening.
I couldn’t hold it. “Gonna… come. Fuck!”
Vorzyr swallowed around my cock.
Once.
Twice.
Then he flicked his tongue at the underside of my crown, and I cried out, bucking my hips wildly as I came down his throat.
He lifted his head and licked residual cum off his lips, grinning at me.
He stroked my hair, then his eyes narrowed over his shoulder, before he pushed off the bed and spun around to face Kai.
He stood right in front of me and I realized he was shielding me, and giving me time to right myself, come down from that incredible orgasm, and fix myself back into my pants.
“You’re really testing the limits of my goodwill and patience, sorcerer,” he rumbled at Kai.
“Right back at you,” Kai growled.
“Kai, it’s not—” I started.
“Head back to our room,” he ordered, cutting me off.
“Don’t command him,” Vorzyr told him.
“It’s for his own good.”
That pulled Vorzyr up short.
And then he turned to me and kissed my cheek sweetly. “See you soon, babe.”
“Nyx!” Kai snapped, as Vorzyr lingered around me.
I jumped and hastily fixed my pants, then brushed past Kai who noticeably, didn’t even look me in the eye.
He was that pissed at me.
Dammit.