Chapter 25
Skye
Wyatt Craig, counseling
Hello Ms. Aria. Please report to my office at your earliest convenience to continue discussing your new schedule.
I stared down at my phone, snorting at the email from Wyatt. I was pretty sure it wasn’t Rafe this time, but I still wasn’t going to see Wyatt. I hadn’t seen him last night, so I couldn’t gage how pissed he was about his desk.
I wasn’t worried about Wyatt hurting me…physically, at least. He was such an ass, though. He’d probably say something hurtful, and I didn’t want to hear it. Especially not after what’d happened with River in class.
Not that I knew what the fuck had happened with River in class.
Anyway, I was in the library. I hadn’t been in here in months, not since that final day that Landon and I talked before the attack on the academy happened.
I rubbed my eyes. Of course Landon and River had to be close friends. My life wasn’t complicated enough already, so why was I surprised?
I looked back down at the book in front of me, none of the words making sense. I’d grabbed a book about healing on reflex but Zephyr didn’t need my help anymore, so I’d been staring at the book without really reading anything, trying to ignore the fact that fucking Isaiah was standing close by.
Things had changed so drastically in such a short amount of time.
I wasn’t sure if my affinity was changing, too, or if it’d always been this way and I’d never noticed.
I couldn’t ponder it too deeply while Isaiah watched, though.
And I also needed to figure out what the fuck was going on with me and River.
Was something going on with me and River?
I missed who I was eight months ago. Past Skye, who didn’t need a man.
Present Skye was very annoying. She needed three men to be in the same room with her just to fall asleep.
Wyatt Craig, counseling
Hello Ms. Aria. I know you are receiving my messages. Detention is on the table if I do not see you today.
I stared at my phone with my jaw hanging open.
‘If I do not see you today’?
Whatever. I’d just see him at the dorm tonight…since I couldn’t sleep unless he was there.
Wyatt Craig, counseling
Speaking to me in passing while you are with His Royal Highness does not count.
This motherfu–
“Royal Key? Is something wrong?”
I bristled, slowly turning to glance over my shoulder at Isaiah, who stood behind my table in the library. So much for staying out of view.
“Do not call me that,” I said, my tone more even than I felt. “My name is Skye.”
“His Royal Highness was very clear that I only refer to you by your title,” Isaiah replied smoothly.
I almost slammed my forehead on the table.
“Well he’s not here,” I said. “Call me by my name.”
“If you insist…Ms. Aria.”
I rested my forehead on the table, only thunking it a little bit.
“I feel like now is a good time for me to tell you that His Royal Highness originally wanted me to refer to you as Mrs. Sombra, and I chose to use your surname anyway.”
I opened my eyes, staring into the table.
I…did not have time to think about that. So I ignored it.
“I have a meeting with Wyatt I can’t get out of,” I said, moving to stand. I grabbed my bag and tossed the healing book onto a junk shelf.
As I began to walk, Isaiah followed me. After several feet, I stopped. He also stopped. I turned and looked at him. He settled into his guard stance.
“I’m going to see Wyatt…” I repeated slowly.
“Yes, I heard you. I’ll wait outside his office.”
I blinked.
Isaiah blinked twice.
“How well is His Royal Highness paying you for this?” I asked, turning to leave.
Isaiah made a sound that I swear was a snort. But when I whipped around, his expression was completely blank.
“This is a part of my expected duties as a member of the Royal guard.”
My lips parted in shock.
“You’re joking.”
“Usually when I joke, people laugh.”
I narrowed my eyes at him even though that was funny, then turned on my heel, continuing to Wyatt’s office.
Rafe had told me Isaiah would be staying out of sight, and I still hadn’t decided whether or not that’d been an intentional lie.
I’d considered texting Willow to come distract Isaiah so I could disappear. She hadn’t met him yet since I hadn’t told anyone about him, but she would never hesitate to distract a man for me.
But then…I had an even better idea.
I was going to redirect Wyatt’s possible anger off of me.
We’d made it to the administration building while I formulated my plan, and I ground my teeth at how Isaiah insisted on holding every door open for me, but then would squish ahead of me to look around a space before I could go on.
I pulled Wyatt’s door open without knocking, because I was sick of waiting for Wyatt to open the door, and because I was sick of Isaiah grabbing doors before me.
Wyatt was at his desk, laptop open. He jerked back upon seeing me, then stiffened as he no doubt caught view of Isaiah behind me.
“What’s this?” Wyatt asked carefully.
“Ask Daddy Rafe,” I said as I flopped onto the couch. “Apparently I need a babysitter when I’m with you.”
Wyatt’s eye twitched, just as I’d hoped.
“Isaiah,” he ground out. “You’re relieved for now. She’s with me.”
Isaiah hesitated for a moment, then nodded before looking to me. “Text me when you’re ready to go back to the dorm.”
I nodded with a smile, though we both knew I wouldn’t be doing that.
The moment the door closed behind him, Wyatt fixed his attention on me, and I slowly straightened up, feeling like I was about to be scolded.
Wyatt smirked. “Am I really that awful?”
I rolled my lips between my teeth to keep from smiling.
“Less awful than detention, at least.” He muttered as he straightened some paperwork.
I giggled. “Do we really have to talk about my classes?”
“No, I have something else to talk to you about,” Wyatt said with a sigh. “Come here.”
I teleported so that I sat perched on the edge of Wyatt’s desk, and he nearly jumped out of his chair.
“Jesus,” he shook his head. “Why do you do that?”
“Because you have the best reactions,” I replied. “What did you really want?”
Wyatt stared at me for a moment, then his lips twitched toward a smirk. I furrowed my brow as he opened up his desk drawer, then pulled out–
“Oh, my God.” I mumbled.
Hanging off his pointer finger was the red bralette I’d worn yesterday. The one Rafe had ripped off of me.
How ironic. I’d put that bralette on yesterday with the expectation that Wyatt would be the one taking it off of me.
“Now…why would this be in my desk drawer?” Wyatt asked, raising an eyebrow.
I blinked at him.
I wasn’t sure how to play this.
He seemed like he was being playful…but I’d been wrong about Wyatt before.
“Because Rafe is…Rafe?” I tried.
Wyatt’s lips twitched, but then he reached for my wrist, pulling me to stand. He’d never been this bold before, so I let him maneuver me until I was standing between his legs. Then he grabbed my hip, beginning to spin me around, and I stopped him with a hand to the desk.
“What are you doing?”
“You don’t trust me?” Wyatt raised his eyebrows.
We stared at each other for several seconds while I considered how to respond.
The irony that just yesterday, I’d played this same game with Rafe so I could put the cage on his cock was not lost on me.
Obviously I trusted Wyatt. For the most part. Or so I thought.
Ugh.
I turned around, heart pounding as I faced away from him. I could feel the smugness wafting off of him as I braced my slightly shaky hands on the edge of the desk.
“Now what,” I said through clenched teeth.
He pushed on my back between my shoulder blades, and I slowly leaned forward over the desk. “I think I’m in charge here, sweetheart.”
I barely held in my shiver.
“Okay,” I whispered, playing along. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I haven’t decided,” he murmured.
I wasn’t sure if I liked the sound of that.
“I’m assuming it’s something naughty,” I said, trying to sound playful but my voice shook slightly.
I hung my head, staring down at the wood of the desk.
“Skye, I’m only playing with you. If you’re really scared, then we can stop.” Wyatt voice came from behind me, his tone gentle.
I laughed nervously, then glanced at him over my shoulder. “I’m okay, I think. I just don’t know what to expect from you.”
Wyatt nodded, then gestured toward his desk. I groaned as the honeysuckle plant he had on the edge of his desk began to grow, the stems turning into vines and trailing across the wood before curling around my wrists.
The vines tightened, not enough to completely trap me, but just enough for my heart rate to spike. My chest was flat against the desk, my ass slightly in the air. I was bent over just how he wanted.
Wyatt moved away from me, and I craned my neck, trying to see what he was doing from over my shoulder.
“Wyatt,” my voice shook slightly.
He turned back to me holding a crystal.
A long, pointy crystal.
The thing was eleven inches long and at least three inches wide at the flared base. I somehow already knew what was about to happen here, and I instinctively moved to stand, but the honeysuckle vines on the desk only tightened on my wrists, keeping me splayed.
I blinked down at more flowers continuing to bloom across my fingers with some even trailing down the desk, then glanced back up to Wyatt.
“Wyatt,” I tried again. “I–”
“Are you scared?” His tone wasn’t exactly taunting, but it wasn’t nice, either.
I wasn’t truly scared, I could get out of here if I wanted. I was still trying to figure Wyatt out, though. I didn’t know if he wanted me scared, wanted me to fight him, or if he just like a little pain.
I wasn’t the biggest fan of pain, but I wouldn’t be opposed to fighting with him a bit. I didn’t know what that was called, though.
I needed to do some research.
“Skye?” Wyatt murmured. “Remember, I’ll stop if you want.”
“I don’t even know what you’re about to do,” I said, laughing nervously again.
“Yes, you do,” he replied. “It’s a punishment, sweetheart.”
I groaned again, dropping my cheek to the cool wood on the top of the desk.