Chapter 23 Corvus #2
Administrative records need to be altered.
Key decision-makers need to be pressured.
Social media narratives need to be seeded and accelerated.
It's not impossible—nothing is impossible with the right leverage—but it requires every resource I have, every favor I can call in, and absolutely no sleep.
I tuck myself back into my pants and grab my phone.
Time to make some calls.
Twenty-Three hours later, I haven't slept. Haven't stopped working. My eyes burn, my head pounds, but I'm so close I can taste it.
Robbie's expulsion was reversed six hours ago—administrative error, thoroughly investigated, found to be without merit. Academic standing restored, scholarship renewed, housing assignment reinstated.
But that's not enough. She said readmitted like it never happened, which means social rehabilitation too.
I spent the last four hours seeding anonymous social media posts, hacking forums, arranging for key student leaders to publicly support his return. The narrative has flipped. Robbie isn't a pariah anymore—he's a victim of false accusations who deserves a fresh start.
I have documentation for everything. Every reversed decision. Every changed record. Every social media post. Proof that I've delivered exactly what she demanded in the timeframe she gave me.
Twenty-three hours and forty-two minutes after she left my study, I find her.
She looks up when I enter, and something in her expression tells me she knows why I'm here.
"It's done," I say, holding out my tablet.
She sets down her book and takes the device, scrolling through the evidence. I watch her eyes move across the screen, taking in every detail—Robbie's full reinstatement, the administrative apology, the social media rehabilitation, the documentation proving it's complete.
"This is everything," she says finally, looking up at me. "More than everything. You didn't just get him readmitted. You made it like none of it ever happened."
"You demanded comprehensive restoration." My voice is rough with exhaustion. "I delivered comprehensive restoration."
"In twenty-four hours."
"Twenty-three hours and forty-two minutes. I'm efficient when properly motivated."
Her smile is slow and dangerous and makes my cock throb despite my exhaustion. "You want your payment."
"I fulfilled my end of the negotiation. Yes. I want what you promised."
She stands, setting the tablet aside, and moves toward me with deliberate purpose. "Then you should take it."
I cross the distance between us in three strides, backing her against the bookshelf. My hands bracket her head, caging her in, and she tilts her chin up to meet my eyes with zero submission in her gaze.
"I've been thinking about this for twenty-three hours," I tell her, voice rough. "Every minute I was on the phone, every second I was manipulating records, every moment I was calling in favors. Thinking about having you. Finally getting to touch you without holding back."
"And now you can." Her hands slide up to my shoulders. "So take what you want, Corvus. Show me what twenty-three hours of anticipation does to your control."
I kiss her hard, no finesse, just raw want and exhaustion and triumph all mixed together. She kisses back with equal intensity, nails digging into my shoulders, and when I pick her up she wraps her legs around my waist immediately.
"Where?" I ask against her mouth.
"Your room. Now." She bites my lower lip. "I want to see you come apart."
I carry her out of the library, taking the stairs two at a time despite the exhaustion dragging at my limbs. My room is closest and I barely get the door closed before I'm pinning her against it, grinding my cock against her through too many layers of clothing.
"Off," I growl, tugging at her hoodie. "Everything off now."
She helps, pulling the hoodie over her head. She's not wearing a bra underneath and the sight of her bare breasts makes what's left of my brain short out. I get her leggings and underwear down while she works on my belt with shaking fingers.
Then I'm lifting her again, lining my cock up with her entrance, and there's no finesse here. Just desperate need and the knowledge that I've earned this, worked for this, proved myself worthy of this.
"Ready?" I ask, the last thread of control making me check.
"Fuck me, Corvus." Her legs tighten around my waist. "You've earned it."
I thrust up as I pull her down and she's tight, so fucking tight, but wet enough that I bottom out in one hard stroke. She gasps, her head falling back against the door, and I don't give her time to adjust before I'm moving.
Hard. Fast. Desperate. Using the door for leverage as I fuck into her with all the pent-up wanting from twenty-three hours of forced restraint. She takes it, meets it, her legs locked around my waist, her nails scoring down my back hard enough to leave marks.
"Yes," she gasps. "Fuck, yes, just like that—don't stop—"
I couldn't stop if I wanted to. My knot is already starting to swell, biology demanding I lock inside her, claim her, make her mine.
"Knot," I warn through gritted teeth. "Gonna knot you if we don't stop."
"Don't stop." Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling my mouth to hers. "Knot me. Claim me. I want it."
That's all the permission I need. I thrust deep and let my knot swell fully, catching at her entrance before pushing past. She cries out, the stretch clearly intense, but her body accepts it, clenches around it, holds me inside her.
"Touch yourself," I demand. "Make yourself come on my knot."
Her hand slides between us, finding her clit, and I feel the moment she makes contact because her whole body tightens. I'm locked inside her, can't move more than shallow grinds, but watching her face as she touches herself is better than any rhythm.
"That's it," I growl. "Show me. Let me see you fall apart."
She comes with a scream, her pussy clamping down around my knot so hard it triggers my own orgasm. I come harder than I have in my life, pouring into her, my knot pulsing with each wave, locking us together completely.
When I can think again, we're still against the wall, both panting. My legs are shaking with the effort of holding us up.
"We need to move," I say. "Before my legs give out."
She laughs breathlessly. "That would be unfortunate."
I manage to get us into my bedroom and onto the bed without separating. She ends up on top of me, straddling my hips, my knot still swollen inside her.
"This is going to be a while," I tell her. "Twenty minutes at least."
"Good." She leans down, kissing me slowly. "Gives us time to talk about what's next."
"Next?"
"You fixed Robbie's situation. Proved you could undo what you broke." Her fingers trace patterns on my chest. "Now what?"
"Now I keep proving it." I cup her face, making her look at me. "Every day. Whatever it takes. You gave me a chance to be better and I'm not wasting it."
"Even when we go back to school?"
"Especially then." My knot throbs inside her, drawing a gasp from both of us. "I'm not going back to who I was, Vespera. None of us are. You changed everything."
"You changed too," she says. "You chose to change."
"Because you made me want to." I pull her down for another kiss. "You made me want things I didn't know I wanted. A real pack. An actual future. You."
"You have me now."
"I know." My hands slide down to grip her hips. "And I'm not letting go."
She smiles against my mouth. "Good. Because you're mine now. All three of you. And I don't let go either."
The knot keeps us locked together for another fifteen minutes, and we spend it trading lazy kisses and planning what comes next. How to reintegrate into campus life. How to protect what we've built. How to make sure no one ever hurts her again.
When my knot finally softens enough for me to slip free, she stays sprawled across my chest, boneless and satisfied.
"You delivered," she says sleepily. "Everything you promised."
"Of course I did." I press a kiss to the top of her head. "I always deliver."
"Then here's your next objective." She tilts her head back to look at me. "Figure out how to make this work long-term. All of us. Because I'm in this now, Corvus. Completely. And I need to know you are too."
"I am," I promise. "Completely. Whatever it takes."
And lying there with her in my arms, my scent mixed with hers, I mean it with every fiber of my being.
I've been strategizing my whole life. Calculating outcomes. Playing games.
But this isn't a game anymore.
This is everything.