Chapter 13
I woke up starving.
I had obviously not eaten enough after last night’s fright and the strenuous running through the woods.
I was about to wiggle out of bed when Aiden rolled over and wrapped his arm over me, pressing his body against my back.
More importantly, a very hard part of his body against my ass.
Hunger forgotten, I couldn’t resist grinding back on him.
He hummed into my hair, his hand twitching slightly in front of me.
I threaded my fingers through his, bringing his hand to my mouth and sucking lightly on his index finger.
Soon, that wasn’t enough, and I snaked my free hand between my legs, accurately finding my clit and rubbing around the bundle of nerves.
“What are you doing?” Aiden asked, his voice an octave lower and slurred with sleep.
“Want you,” I moaned around his digits.
“Fuck,” he said, sounding slightly more awake now. He pulled his hand from my mouth and used it to hike my top leg up and back over his hips.
Now that I was spread wide, he was able to guide his cock into my body from behind in a slow glide.
“God,” I groaned as he filled me. It felt like my air was being siphoned out of me. He couldn’t get as deep as usual, due to the meat of my ass in the way, but it was more than enough just to feel him inside me.
“So wet,” he grunted, hooking my knee over his elbow. “You’re always ready for me.” He kissed my neck, his teeth scraping lightly. “Made for me.”
“Yes, I was,” I gasped, trying to get impossibly closer to him. “Aiden, come on, fuck me!”
“I’m not awake enough for that. You feel so damn good,” he mumbled, slowly thrusting his hips. “I’m not certain this isn’t a dream.”
I squeezed my internal muscles around him when he was as deep as he could get. “Does that feel like a dream?”
“Always.” I felt his lips curve up in a grin. “Every time I’m inside you, I find it hard to believe that a goddess like you could want a beast like me.”
“This goddess has had sex with you,” I replied primly. “There’s no way she’s giving that up.”
Aiden chuckled. “I knew that you only wanted me for my skills in bed.” He punctuated his words with slightly harder thrusts.
“Not only that,” I panted. “Harder, please. Your skills against the wall are damn good, too.”
“Brat.” He pulled out and I whimpered in protest. “Hush.” He rose up over me, sliding home in the next second.
I was still lying on my side, my leg now hooked over his shoulder to give him access. “I love you for your mind, too,” I told him.
“Because I think up new positions like this?” Aiden teased.
“Obviously.”
He thrust hard, punching the air out of me. I threw my head back, trying to take a deep enough breath.
“You’re going to come for me,” Aiden ordered. “And then you’re going to clean my cock of your juices until I come down your throat.”
“Oh God,” I gasped. “Yes!”
His arms flexed on either side of my head, the muscles working hard as he pounded into me. “Come, Siobhan,” he coaxed.
I did, hard, shaking beneath him as my orgasm wound its way through my body.
Aiden rolled off of me, onto his back. “Whenever you’re ready.”
I lay beside him for a moment, catching my breath. My nerves were still singing, my clit tingling with need. Half sitting up, I caught a glimpse of his cock, bobbing a little and smearing the mix of precum and my own essence across his belly.
My mouth watered.
But as much as I wanted to swallow him down, I had needs, too.
“What are you doing?” Aiden asked, amusement coloring his tone.
I straddled his shoulders, facing his feet. “You didn’t say how I was supposed to suck you off. And I need more attention, please.”
“Only because you said please,” he snarked. But his actions belied his words, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me higher up his body to sit on his face. He gave an enthusiastic slurp before slapping my ass and making it jiggle. “Get to work, woman,” he teased. “Clean me up.”
“I’m getting, I’m getting,” I muttered, rolling my eyes affectionately. I licked my palm, coating it with saliva, and slid it over his cock, lifting it out of the way so I could lap up the sticky strands of our combined juices from his belly. The bitter salty taste of the fluid burst across my tongue and I hummed in appreciation.
Aiden resumed his attack on my clit, sucking the tip into his mouth with fervor, and I returned the favor, opening my jaw wide and swirling my tongue around the crown of his cock. More fluid dripped from the eye, and I swallowed it down eagerly.
Every swipe of his tongue, every suckle, the dips into my channel, I echoed in return, and soon both of us were panting, close to the edge.
Aiden’s balls drew up tight to his body and he tapped my hip urgently in warning.
I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, ignoring my gag reflex, and fluttering my tongue the slight amount I was able. His cock jerked once, twice, and spurted, his cum hitting the back of my throat and coating my tongue as his orgasm burst from his throbbing member.
I pulled back slightly, letting him linger on my tongue while he softened, the familiar weight comforting.
Aiden continued his feast on me, drawing me closer and closer until I felt like I was going to explode from the ferocity of my orgasm. I dug my fingernails into his thighs and pressed my forehead to his hip, my breath coming in tiny gasps as my nerves sang their pleasure.
“What a way to wake up,” Aiden groaned, smacking my ass again. “You’ve got the best ideas.”
“I was just hungry.”
Aiden snorted. “Then let’s go eat.”
“We just did.”
“Smartass.”
I wiggled my hips in his face. “You know it.”
* * *
The cafeteria wasquiet during breakfast. More students had disappeared overnight. I couldn’t imagine why they were being taken. Or why some of them were returned. It made absolutely no sense.
Professor Reynolds greeted us solemnly when we entered Qualitative Spellcraft. We were early enough that I was able to get my usual seat in the front of the class.
“Professor?” I asked, my hands twisting behind my back.
“What can I help you with?” He didn’t look up from arranging his notes on his desk.
“I was hoping we could put together a spell today,” I said hopefully.
His full attention was on me now. “What kind of spell did you have in mind?”
“There are three that I want to try to build. Could I have some guidance on which one would be easiest to start with?”
The professor made a ‘go on’ motion with his hand, and I took a breath, encouraged.
“I want to use a spell to find a person, like a magical GPS.”
He frowned slightly. “I’ve heard of spells like that, but most of them require physical touch to the person before they leave. I’m not sure how you’d be able to locate them without connecting with their energy beforehand.”
“I was afraid of that.” Even though I’d been expecting an answer like that, I was still disappointed.
“We haven’t given up on your friend,” Professor Reynolds said kindly. “Or any of the other students who have gone missing since. We’re preparing a spell to put on every doorway of the academy, so that if any student is coerced to leave without their permission, we will know about it, but it’s taking time to build.”
“That does sound complicated,” I said. “The next one I was thinking of was a time spell. I don’t know how much you talk to Professor Dunlop?”
The professor shrugged. “A normal amount?”
I chuckled. “Okay, well, last fall, I used a time spell on his Apollo’s mirror to see a location where a specific spell was used. I was able to see the backfiring of the spell that my grandfather used to try to sever his soul bond with Aiden’s grandmother.”
“That’s impressive. I did not know about that.” His eyebrows rose in surprise. “And you want to build a spell that would allow you to see into a specific person’s past?”
“That’s what I was hoping.” I crossed my fingers.
“We can take a look at the spell your grandfather built, see how much of it is applicable. But it will take a long time.” He patted my hand. “I’m sorry.”
I heaved a sigh. “I have one more. A spell to follow a flow of magic.”
“That’s possible. A flow of magic that is currently working?”
“Specifically the magic that is being drained from the dark forest,” I clarified.
“Excellent idea. And definitely possible. It shouldn’t take too long either. Start by comparing ‘sight’ spells and ‘movement’ spells. Don’t forget to account for physics.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Do I have to?”
The professor chuckled. “If you want it to work.”
“Ugh. Can I get help with my project?”
“I’ll assign group work in pairs. Will that help?”
“Please!” I nearly begged.
“Class is about to start. You’d better take your seat.”
I waited impatiently in my seat while he did a little introduction to today’s class. I did my best to pay attention to his mini-lesson in how to construct a simple spell. The rest of the class was to build a spell to transform a pencil into a flower. The instant Professor Reynolds broke us up into groups, I turned to Aiden, who was sitting a few rows behind me with Bruce.
“He gave us permission to work on the magic flow spell. Work with me, please?” I begged. “I really need help with the physics portion.”
“As if I would say no to you,” Aiden said with a smile.
“Dude.” Bruce punched him in the arm. “What about me?”
“You’ll be fine. Siobhan needs my help,” Aiden said, getting up from his chair and coming down the aisle to sit beside me. “Wouldn’t it be easier if I just sat with you?”
“You would distract me,” I replied absentmindedly, my mind already mostly on the problem in front of me. “I need to focus, and it’s difficult to do that with you in the room, let alone in sight.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Aiden said with a chuckle.
I pointed at a line of text on my paper. “I’ve got the spell for seeing magic here, and the spell for moving an object here…” I pointed at the second line. “But I don’t understand how to compare them. And I really don’t understand how physics comes into play.”
“Don’t worry. I can help you with the physics. Between us, we’ll figure it out. So, right now, you need to take forces into account. Gravity, friction, that sort of thing.”
“Ugh. Help?”
“I got you,” he said, his pencil already flying through the calculations.
I tried breaking down the spells into simpler components and everything finally clicked into place when I realized that seeing magic and moving an object both involved a wave.
I excitedly explained my theory to Aiden, who agreed and worked out the wave function. Then we called Professor Reynolds over.
“You’ve got an excellent base here. Now you just have to put it together,” he said, eyes twinkling.
“How?” I asked. I felt like I was asking that a lot in this class, and it was really frustrating. I hated not knowing what I was doing.
“Start with the energy form and work your way up from there,” the professor said. “It’s the opposite of breaking it down. Take a look at some other examples of built spells and you’ll figure this one out too. Remember, no testing until I’ve looked it over.”
“So helpful,” I muttered under my breath once he was out of earshot.
“Breathe,” Aiden advised. “We can do this. Come on, let’s compare it to the movement spell and how it comes together. The physics are very similar.”
I took a couple of deep breaths, my eyes closed, letting Aiden’s calm wash over me until I wasn’t shaking with tension anymore.
“Okay.” I opened my eyes, and suddenly everything came together. “I got it!” I quickly wrote it down so that I wouldn’t forget, and raised my hand to call Professor Reynolds back.
It didn’t take long for him to return. “Figured it out, have you?” he asked, amused. He read over the spell, nodding thoughtfully. “This looks reasonable to me. Are you ready to test it?”
I gulped. “Yeah.”
“I have cast a spell. Follow it.”
I squared my shoulders. Aiden’s presence at my side steadying me, I cast my new spell. A wave of blue magic was immediately visible to my sight, flowing from the professor to a pencil at the front of the classroom that was hovering in mid-air.
“I see it!” I gasped excitedly.
The pencil lowered back onto the desk and the blue wave vanished, retreating back into Professor Reynolds. “Nicely done, Miss Doyle, Mister Evans. Full marks. Please write up your work in proper form and submit it to me by the next class.”
“Yes, of course,” I replied absentmindedly, already thinking about trying the spell out on the forest.
“Class dismissed!” Professor Reynolds clapped his hands together once. “You will have time next class to complete your work. Please remember that you are not to attempt your creations outside of the presence of a teacher. See you Monday.”
“Do you think we can run out to the forest now?” I asked Aiden and Bruce eagerly. “I know it means skipping lunch, but I’m dying to try this spell out on the magic being drained!”
“You need to eat,” Bruce said, shaking his head. “Don’t you have your first office hours this afternoon? You’re going to be beset by first years. That’ll require all your energy and attention.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said, brushing off his worries.
“I’ve got to agree with Bruce,” Aiden said, concerned. “It’s not like you to skip a meal.”
“Hazel has been missing for days!” I exclaimed. “I can miss one meal if it means that I’ve found a clue of her whereabouts!”
“We don’t know if the forest will give us a clue. I promise I’ll go with you this evening, after the Dragon Polo match,” Aiden vowed.
“We’re not skipping the match?” I pouted.
A loud clap of thunder shook the air, the bright flash of lightning coming at the same time. I jumped.
“The weather seems to agree with me,” Aiden chuckled. “The stands of the match will be protected from the rain. The dark forest, not so much. The weather will probably clear by evening.”
I sighed. “A couple more hours shouldn’t hurt. I hope.”
“We will find her. But there’s no point in hurting yourself in the process,” Bruce said. “Come on. I can hear your stomach clear across the hall.”
“I hate you,” I muttered, making both boys laugh.