Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
Lasairorm is strangling me as I finish the end of my French braid and tie it off. I throw it over my shoulder and it hits my bare legs. I’m still debating whether I want to cut it or not. The last time I did was when I chopped it to my chin after killing the devil. It’s been growing ever since.
Jullia yawns as she stuffs her backpack and right on time, Asher knocks on the door. I sit to finally pull my thigh highs on and Jullia waits until I’m fully covered before opening the door.
Asher is yawning as he leans against the frame and as soon as he sees me he glares. “If you get put under my lead I’m making you run extra laps today, Tsuki.”
I roll my eyes and automatically look beside him waiting to see Callahan. Except my golden devil is not there.
“He’s meeting us in the cafeteria,” Asher answers for me. “He got pulled with a few others to meet the trainers they’re recruiting to help out.”
Jullia bounces on her toes as I stand and grab my bag.
“Isn’t is so exciting!” she beams as we leave the room. She curls her arm around mine and leaves Asher to follow us. “Finally! After you started training with Kyno I’ve been forcing Hanna to spar with me because she won’t go easy on me like Asher will and I’ve been itching to start training again.”
I hum and smile. Happy that she’s excited and a bit excited myself. To Asher I ask, “Are there ranks and tiers for people who have prior experience?”
“Sure, but only Asier and D’etre can move you. Depending on the feel of your aura and what race you are they’ll face you against someone and depending on how you do you’ll get put in a rank.”
Jullia makes a sly face at me. “What if they’ve already seen you fight?”
“Then they may already have a rank for you, but they’ll make you fight anyway.”
“Fighting with magic or no magic?” I ask.
We make it to the ground level and Ricka isn’t at her desk so we just leave. A thick blanket of clouds covers the sky as we step out of the dorm. We’ll probably meet her and the shifter for dinner like we’ve been doing.
Asher hums as he thinks about. “Depends. Sometimes they’ll allow you to use magic and sometimes they won’t. They probably won’t let you use yours.”
Jullia clucks her tongue. “So no magic for you, Mavyn.”
I roll my eyes at her, but Asher lightly scoffs and when I turn my head he has an eyebrow raised and nods.
“You’re more likely to eviscerate your opponent than just get their back on the mat.”
I glare at him. “You act like I can’t control myself, Ruleten.”
He shrugs as we enter the main building and take the cloister along it to the cafeteria.
“You did basically explode three, almost four, months ago and fractured the earth so far down some of the earth mages were hypothesizing if you reached the oceanic crust or not. They stopped fixing it after a quarter of a mile.”
I make a clicking noise in the side of my mouth as I contemplate that. I’m surprised that wasn’t something I was scolded about by Nana.
“Well,” I huff, “I did save everybody so I think that gives me a pass.”
“Definitely gives you a pass,” Jullia mutters.
“And despite that,” I say to Asher, “I have excellent control over my magic.”
“You have excellent suppression,” he corrects, but that is also incorrect.
I don’t bother correcting him though, as we walk into the cafeteria to get in line.
It doesn’t take long and soon enough we’re sitting in our regular spot and I’m sighing in content before shoving food into my mouth.
Lasairorm finally relents as my choker and fades before disappearing to wherever she’s gonna wander off to. Allowing me to eat properly.
So, so good.
Crispy fried chicken cutlets with dark gravy, chopped potatoes with bell peppers and onions, my steamed vegetables, toast that I will be spreading raspberry jam on, and a bowl of some type of fruit that looks like a kiwi but tastes something like a honeydew.
I scoop a large helping of my steamed cauliflower, broccoli, and carrots and stuff it into my mouth.
“Your relationship with food should be psychologically studied,” Asher deadpans. Jullia elbows him in his side as I choose to ignore him and slice into my chicken.
I stuff the piece into my mouth right as a presence enters the cafeteria that has everyone quieting. Instead of turning towards him, I scoop some bell peppers and potatoes in with my chicken and almost struggle to chew.
The closer he comes the more taunt our tie between us becomes. I can feel his restraint and need and worry and regret and many other emotions I block out so I can enjoy my food.
Do not ignore me, Bloodsucker.
I block him from that too and swallow before shoving more food into my mouth.
“Ms. Tsuki,” he rumbles and I glance back at him as he approaches our table. “I need you to come with me.”
I finish swallowing this bite and twist my upper half to see him better. Dressed in his typical white button up and slacks, though there’s no jacket and his sleeves are rolled up. He looks calm enough, except he shows everything through his eyes.
But if there’s anyone who will choose food – especially my steamed veggies – over darkly heated eyes; thick, veined forearms; fingers that know exactly what to do; a tongue that could make you come in point five seconds; and a nine inch package. . . it would be me.
I’d choose food over sex every time.
“Uh, raincheck. Haven’t eaten in like, a century, so imma finish my food, thanks.”
I turn back around and scoop up another bite when a hand wraps around the back of my neck and I make a squeak as I quickly shove the fork into my mouth and clutch my plate. Varian, only using one fucking hand mind you, pulls me up and out of my seat.
“I wasn’t asking.”
Fucking psycho.
I hold my plate close as shadows begin drifting right before we shadow twist. Then that hand on the back of my neck wraps around the front and my back hits a wall. A thigh presses between my legs as lips caress over my neck and something shatters.
MY FUCKING FOOD!
I run my fingers up through his hair from his nape. His chest vibrates as a soft groan slips out against my pulse point. It makes that area below my belly button flutter and I can feel my underwear getting wet. Fucking devil.
His other hand becomes useful wrapping around my thigh and running up to my ass. His body and my pussy will not distract me, though. He wasted my food.
I tighten my grip on his hair until he growls into my neck and uses his fang to nip my neck. “Quit being a brat – “
I tug his head back and his fingers around my throat squeeze making me slightly light headed.
His lips move from my neck to ghosting over my lips.
He uses his hand on my ass to gently start sliding me up and down on his thigh.
He’s going to have my fucking wetness all over his damn thigh and we have class in thirty minutes.
“And here I was going to be nice,” he mouths, his lips just barely brushing mine.
I stick my tongue out and lick his since he won’t let me move my head and he won’t lean in.
Pretty sure I had a fork in my mouth but I don’t remember where that went.
Not as his fingers mess with my carefully coordinated blood flow. “But little brats don’t get nice.”
Why is he still talking?
“Mavyn,” he growls.
What?
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
Did I close them?
I do as he says – for once – fluttering my lashes and then looking up through them at him. His pupils are blown and the gold ring around his iris is fluctuating.
He’s still moving my hips and there’s a pressure starting to build. He’s good at that. So, so slowly working you up. Building that fire within and just when you think you can’t take anymore, that’s when he finally lets you come.
Well, not you, just me. Only me.
I retighten my grip on his hair and then narrow my eyes. “If you’re sleeping with anyone else I’ll rip your heart out with my teeth.”
He pauses for a moment as his brows lower and he blankly stares at me. Then like a rush of adrenaline his aura hits me through our tie and I clench around nothing.
He squeezes my neck before crashing his lips to mine and it’s like that dam within bursts.
Good. I want to forget those twenty or so years with that damned sun devil after I turned around.
My aura explodes and the power almost overshadows his thigh being replaced with something else. I’m about to whine when my underwear rips and the tip of his cock nudges my entrance.
How he managed to undo his pants and pull himself out while still playing my body – I don’t know. Or maybe I had just continued to rock my hips as he let go, and I’m pretty sure it was me using my free hand to pull his shirt open.
Did he untuck and undo my shirt or was that also me?
I can’t remember.
Not as he continues teasing me with his tip – rubbing it in circles around my entrance before going over my clit and back again – and controlling my airflow. His lips bruising and his fangs drag so delicately across my bottom lip.
The hand around my throat squeezes tight enough to cut off my air and his left hand returns back to my hip. Fingers digging in as the tip of his cock finally pushes in an inch.
My wetness has already coated his length so I should have been able to slide all the way down, even with his size and the burning that feels so good from the stretch. But his hands on my body control everything. Including the dizziness from lack of oxygen.
“I,” he growls into my mouth, “Am.” He lets me slide down another inch.
“Yours.” Another. “And. Only.” Two more that has me clenching tight enough around him that he groans so sweetly.
I love when he makes that noise. “Yours.” That sixth inch has me nearly whimpering as the burning consumes and I’m so close.
Right there. I just need. . . “Mavyllora. Sanivin. Tsukkenai.” And those last three inches tip me over the edge.
He relaxes his hand around my throat right as I come and the rush of blood and air to my head builds the extasy to a level that almost feels like us tying our fate again.
I am yours.
Heat flushes my core as he releases and I drag his lips back to mine as I claim his mouth.
Mine, mine, mine.
Then he pins me to the wall and starts thrusting, and just like in the woods I feel his cock begin to harden again.
I can feel our combined release slipping out of me and sliding down my leg.
The sound of it so crude and vulgar as it echoes in whatever room we’re in but it makes my chest heat and me even wetter.
“Such a dirty little slut for him, aren’t you.”
I gasp as I try to pull Varian’s face away from mine and snap my eyes past my devil. He doesn’t go far because his lips begin dusting over my jaw as his hand around my throat slightly tightens again, but it’s enough for me to lock eyes with night-colored ones.
Dark and hungry and devouring.
My eyes flutter as Varian shifts my hips and hits a different spot within me. It has lightning sparking along my nerves and stars winking around my vision.
“I bet he feels so good,” Castiel rumbles into the dark room. His voice adding to the pleasure and the knowing that he’s watching – that he’s probably been watching – I can feel myself about to come again.
But the fucking demigod thinks he’s in control. Just like the woods.
“Not yet, Varian.” His voice deepening with so much lust as I feel him stepping closer. “Let her earn it. Slow down – yeah. . . just like that. Up. . . and down. Tighter around her neck – mhmm, good boy.”
His cock pulses within me when Castiel says that. Doing as he says and going too slowly. That burning was right at the peak and now it’s staying at a dangerous simmer even as my head goes light again. But I wonder if my red devil likes praise just as much as I seem to like Castiel’s degradation.
I’ll have to find out later because my body is drawn so tight, the need to come begins to feel too overwhelming. I can feel tears beading in the corner of my eyes as Castiel lets Varian allow me to take a deep breath before he steals my air again.
The pressure builds too fast in my lungs and somehow my demigod knows it because he lets Varian thrust harder. Faster. Once again building to that edge as it feels like my lungs are going to burst.
Then I feel the softest touch to my clit that has my body nearly convulse right before a pinch and I black out.