CHAPTER 14
Aelys
We lay in each other's arms for about an hour. Before we end up sitting on the bed, me cross-legged and him with his back against the headboard. He starts asking me questions about my childhood, wanting to know more about me.
“There's not much to say,” I shrug. “It's always been my father and me.
My mother died in childbirth and my father did his best to take care of me.
He's a bit overprotective, so I wasn't allowed to leave the manor.
I think since he's always been your father's follower, he was afraid someone would hurt me to get to him.”
“Is that why he refused to let you join the Academy until today?”
I nod and explain how I was homeschooled from a young age, learning every form of magic there is. My father wanted me to be prepared and able to defend myself if necessary. As such, I'm well-versed in both white and dark magic. However, there's one thing my father always refused to teach me...
“Hey, Tom?”
He hums, inviting me to continue.
“Did you learn hand-to-hand combat or combat using weapons? Fighting without magic.”
“Yes! My father taught us how to use the darkest magic, of course, but he also taught us all forms of combat. Why do you ask, darling?”
He asks softly, his head tilting in curiosity.
“Do you think you could teach me? My father never wanted to. He always said it was too dangerous and useless for a witch, that only using magic mattered.”
I understand now why he was always adamant about it. He didn't want to awaken my shapeshifting side. The question is: why?
“I'll teach you. I must warn you though, Aelys. I'm not a very patient teacher and I'm not going to hold back. I'm going to push your limits, darling.”
I nod, accepting this. I need to learn, and what better way to learn than the hard way? I yelp in surprise when I'm pushed back onto the bed and feel something cold against my throat. My eyes widen as I stare at Tom in disbelief and he grins devilishly.
“You really need my teaching, darling. You have no reflexes.”
I roll my eyes as he steps aside and helps me sit back up. We realize it's time for dinner and decide to head back to the main hall. As I follow him out of his dorm, I curse myself when I remember I'm barefoot.
“I have to go by my dorm, I don't have any shoes,” I sigh, disappointed.
He offers to come with me and I accept. Luckily, Mattheo isn't there, so I choose my boots and put them on.
On the way to dinner, Tom asks me if I want to learn how to fight with a knife or my hands first. I choose my hands, saying we can practice with a knife afterwards.
I won't have a knife on me all the time, so it's probably best to learn the basics first.
“You're not wrong, but maybe you should start carrying one with you all the time, like you do with your wand. I noticed you put it in the holster on your thigh; you can do the same with a knife on your other thigh,” he suggests.
“Why not. I need to buy one though,” I laugh and he smiles.
He promises to take me to his favorite weapon store next weekend, and I'm excited to buy my first knife. Or maybe I'll buy a dagger. I always thought they were cool.
We enter the main hall and notice our friends sitting toward the end of the wizarding table, in deep conversation. Mattheo isn't there, and I'm starting to feel anxious. What if he explodes right here, in front of everyone, once he sees the hickeys?
Nancy smiles delightedly as I sit down next to her while Tom sits down across the table.
“I see you've agreed to our plan,” she giggles in my ear. “How was it? Judging by their size, I bet it was good!” She whispers excitedly, curiosity shining in her green eyes.
I blush, unsure of what to say, and she raises her eyebrows suggestively. I burst out laughing and playfully nudge her shoulder.
“It was just a kiss, Nance. We agreed that we are just friends and that it will never be more, so don't get any ideas,” I whisper so only she can hear.
Paula and Kiara look at me before pointing at their own necks in a silent question, their eyes shining with curiosity.
“Payback, girls. Nancy and I will explain everything in detail after dinner.” I wink at them and they giggle.
The guys greet us and ask how we're doing. We start chatting together, laughing lightly at Theo's jokes. He tries to demonstrate his flirting skills by telling us corny one-liners and we can't stop laughing.
“What do you think of this: 'I like my bed but I'd rather be in yours!'.”
We snort in amusement and he tries to silence us with a wave of his hand.
“Or: 'Did you just come out of the oven? Because you're hot!'”
He winks at Paula and she blushes bright red. I laugh out loud. They're terrible at hiding their crushes on each other. I lean over to my friend and whisper in her ear.
“You should tell him, you know. I think he likes you too.”
Her blush gets worse and she nudges my shoulder playfully, making me laugh. I feel Nancy nudge me with her elbow and glance pointedly toward the doors of the main hall. I frown before looking at what she's pointing at, but I freeze when I see Mattheo walking towards us.
I swallow as he sits down next to his brother, who's glaring at him, and across from my cousin. I start playing with the food on my plate, keeping my head down. I can feel his gaze on me, and as much as I want him to see the hickeys, I don't want him to throw a fit in front of the whole school.
Of course, that's when Theo notices Mattheo staring at me, he sees my hickeys and decides to tease me about it.
“Wow, Aelys, your fiancé is a fucking vampire! I didn't know you were into this kind of thing, Rigast!” He chuckles as he looks at Mattheo.
The group laughs too, all the boys noticing the hickeys as well. I freeze, waiting to hear his response. I feel Nancy place her hand on my knee, letting me know she's there. I keep my head down but glance at Mattheo from under my eyelashes.
I'm not surprised to see he's still looking at me, his eyes have darkened and his jaw is set. I smirk, noticing how pissed he is. I decide to add fuel to the fire and turn to Theo as my smirk widens.
“Sorry, Theo, wrong Rigast,” I shrug innocently.
Their jaws drop as Tom smirks proudly in turn. Mattheo slams his fist on the table, and I feel proud because I don't flinch this time. I turn to him, noticing the absolute rage dancing in his eyes with satisfaction.
He's standing there, his fist still on the table, his furious gaze never leaving me. I raise an eyebrow, silently daring him to do anything in front of everyone.
To my surprise, he reaches across the table in one fluid motion, grabs my arm, forcing me to my feet before dragging me out of the main hall. I don't fight back, I’m dying to know what he has to say now that he knows I've taken playing his game seriously.
I wink at my cousin as she laughs and shakes her head. I see everyone's eyes on us and hear Nancy telling them it's nothing, to go fuck themselves and mind their own business.
‘You can explain everything to the group.’
I speak to Tom through my mind. I see him nod before turning to our friends to tell them what's going on.
I turn to Mattheo just as we exit the hall. The doors close behind us and he quickly pushes me against the wall as if no one is there. As if it's just the two of us.
One of his hands wraps around my throat while the other holds me in place against the wall near my waist. I stare at him with a devilish grin. He's fuming, and I'm pleased to see I have him exactly where I want him.
Checkmate.
“What is it, Mattheo?” I tilt my head as best I can with his hand on my throat, wanting to be provocative. “You don't like the idea of me having fun with someone other than you? Why? You had fun last night, right? I think I deserve to have some fun too,” I shrug, my smile widening.
He squeezes my throat in warning as his nose brushes against mine. I can practically see the steam rising from his ears. In that moment, it doesn't matter that I'm pinned against a wall and at his mercy: I feel powerful.
“You slept with my fucking brother?” He spits through gritted teeth, his eyes black with rage.
“Jealous?” I answer in a mocking voice.
He rolls his head back, chuckling darkly, and I stiffen as I feel the familiar sensation of teleportation. I'm impressed that he managed to get us back to our dorm. I thought teleportation wasn't possible on academy grounds?
I'm still pressed against the wall, his hands still on my throat and waist. His foot pushes my legs apart and he places his knee between them.
The hand on my waist comes to rest next to my head now that his knee is holding me in place.
He brings his face closer to mine, placing his lips millimeters from mine.
My breath hitches as my eyes widen but don't leave his.
“Now why would I be jealous, love? After all, you're the one who went and fucked my brother because I slept with someone else.
It seems you're the one who's jealous, sweetie,” he whispers in an arrogant voice.
“Is that why you did it? To try to make me jealous?
To think I thought you were an innocent little girl.
Turns out you're a little slut, aren't you, angel?”
My heart rate quickens, and I feel myself getting wet at his words. The excitement I felt kissing Tom earlier is nothing compared to what I feel now. Mattheo hasn't touched me yet, and I'm already soaking wet.
I want to squeeze my thighs together to soothe the burning sensation in my core, but his knee stops me.
Of course, Mattheo notices how turned on I am and he smiles devilishly as desire floods his chocolate-colored eyes.
He moves even closer, our lips practically touching now, but he's still too far away for my liking.
“I think you deserve punishment, my angel. On your knees,” he orders in a low voice.
I freeze. I've never done anything like this before. I've read about this kind of thing in my novels, but I have no idea what to expect. He notices my hesitation and lowers his head, his lips brushing against my ear, his hot breath making me shiver.
“Do I need to repeat myself, slut? On. Your. Knees.”
I swallow. I hate how much I want this. I want to do anything he asks me to do. I want it and I hate myself for it, as much as I hate him right now.
So I slowly get down on my knees and glare at him through my eyelashes, patiently waiting for him to guide me because I don't know how. A low growl rips from his throat as he looks at me and his chest begins to move rapidly up and down as his breathing quickens.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Unbuckle my belt and pull down my pants, angel.”
I start to do as he says, with shaky hands, my eyes now focused on them.
I can see that he is already hard, and I start to get even more nervous.
He's huge. His pants slide down to his ankles, and I look back up at him.
He raises an eyebrow, silently telling me to continue.
My fingers grip the waistband of his boxers, and I pull them down, letting his cock spring free.
My eyes widen when I realize he's bigger than I thought previously.
“Now suck, slut,” he spits, his voice hard but full of desire.
I swallow again. I remember something in one of the books I've read and I slowly take his cock in my hand, stroking it up and down.
He hisses at the sensation and his hand runs through my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling hard.
I wince but squeeze my legs together as I feel even more turned on by his actions.
“Don't play,” he growls. “Open that pretty mouth.”
Hesitantly, I open my mouth and he takes the opportunity to roughly push his cock inside.
My eyes widen because I wasn't expecting this, but I almost moan just hearing him moan, when my lips wrap around him.
His grip on my hair tightens and he forces more of his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
Tears start to stream down my face as he guides my head up and down on his cock, using me to pleasure him.
“Fuck, you’re such a good little slut for me,” he pants.
I moan at the praise, embarrassed by how much I love the way he roughly fucks my mouth.
My hands grip his thighs, helping me keep my balance as I look up at him through my eyelashes, admiring how he's falling apart because of me.
His lips are parted as moans and squeaks escape his throat.
His cheeks are flushed with pleasure, and sweat glistens on his tanned skin.
He looks like a dark god.
I moan and squeeze my legs tighter at the sight, aroused beyond belief.
He begins to thrust his hips against my mouth while guiding my head down his shaft, loud moans and praises escaping his lips as he does so.
I keep my eyes on him as I feel his cock twitch.
He closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
“Fuck, I'm going to come, my angel,” he moans.
He guides me down his shaft two more times before moaning, and I feel him fill my throat with his desire. He opens his eyes, looking at me with hooded eyes. His chest rises more than before, and he gasps, trying to catch his breath.
His thumb wipes away my tears and he helps me stand. He pulls his boxers and pants back up, not once taking his eyes off me. I freeze, never taking my eyes off him either. I expect him to leave the room without a word because he's gotten what he wanted.
Yet, he doesn't move.