Chapter 7 Evira #2
“Huh. That makes sense with how Winter is. Knowing it was your first time, he would have considered that off the table for you, so it didn’t stress you out.”
Winter hadn’t spoken those words to me, but it really did line up with how he’d been with me that night.
When I leaned in again, Zayn pressed his hand to my shoulder.
“You don’t need to do it now either, all right?
I was just being a dramatic shit about the tenting thing.
I’ll deal with it. It’s certainly not your responsibility to take care of it—and never let anybody use that line on you down the road, okay?
Do you hear me? Men are quite capable of taking care of it themselves, so the whole blue balls thing is bullshit. You get that, yeah?”
“Aww, you’re trying to protect me from predatory jerks out there?”
“Protect is kind of demeaning for somebody of your power set, but I’m just…
teaching you, I guess. You’re new to it and things could go a bad way if you meet somebody who takes advantage of that.
” He sat up and eased away from me. “I’m not that person, for the record.
” His gaze softened. “I really appreciate you healing me. And I’ll…
I’ll sort the details of our date. We exchanged numbers at the end of class, so we’re good to go there. ”
He went to push off the bed, but I blocked his path and shoved my hand to his chest, knocking him back down.
His eyes widened as I pounced on him. “I know all of that. I teased you just now because I wanted to. Just as much as you wanted me to.”
“Yeah?” he asked, grinning up at me.
“Yeah,” I said, returning his grin, before sweeping down and crushing my mouth to his.
The moment we connected, an aggressive surge of passion and need exploded between us.
Our lips smacked for a few moments, before I licked along his bottom one and he opened on a moan, then I glided my tongue over his, stroking and tasting.
That was the only slow and easy thing about it, because then it pretty much became a devouring.
He met my aggressive, primal-like strokes with his chaotic energy, swirling and teeth gnashing.
As I grasped the shoulders of his long-sleeve tee for purchase, I felt his fingers slipping down between us, and then he was undoing the jeweled buttons of my white blazer.
He hastily shoved it down my shoulders and I snatched it to toss it behind me somewhere on the floor.
Then he had me moaning into his mouth as he ran his fingers all over my stomach, bare in my strapless crop top, up to my shoulders, across my collarbone, then dipping down to cup my large breasts.
He broke the kiss, then his mouth was on my throat, licking the path along my collarbone that his fingers had traveled moments ago.
“Son of a bitch,” I cried out, arching my back as the sensations took me over.
I clawed at his tee, and a sexy chuckle escaped him at my clear desperation to rip it off him. He was lucky I didn’t actually rip it to shreds with my dragon talons.
He pulled it over his head and hauled it across my suite, baring a whole lot of chiseled muscle. I licked my lips. Yeah, I had absolutely no stealth or subtlety whatsoever when it came to this sort of thing.
He winked at me, seeming to get a kick out of it.
He curled his fingers in the waistband of my gray jeans. “You want me to taste you, get these off.”
I arched an eyebrow. “I thought—”
“You really thought I’d have you suck me off and not reciprocate? I mean, unless you don’t like being tasted?”
“No, I do… I mean, I have that one time that…”
“Ah, I see. One time. That being with Winter, not that shithead, Keuric? Sounds like Win. He’s definitely an enthusiastic giver.
And I’m betting compared to Keuric you figured he was a special case, that it’s not always like that.
Don’t get me wrong, Win is special when it comes to how he does things and treats people.
But let me make it clear for you… the way Keuric operated isn’t the standard, gorgeous.
Nor should it be. In fact, it’s a red flag.
Don’t ever let any man treat you so fucking selfishly again.
You curse them out and walk away. Do you hear me? ”
I chuckled. “Curse them out, huh?”
“Without a fucking doubt.”
I beamed out at him.
And then I placed my feet down either side of his hips and rose right there standing on the bed.
Emboldened by his words, the care and adoration he was lavishing upon me in spades, but also that crashing against his brashness and hedonism, served to take it to another level. It kind of washed over me, infused me, and seemed to… unlock something inside me.
Reverence and anticipation flamed back at me as I drew down my jeans, maybe making a little show out of it with the inching down of them and the wiggling. I was a dragon; I could pull them off in one shot if I wanted to.
As I kicked them off my ankles, he ran his hands up my calves, back and forth.
“White lace panties? Are you trying to kill me, icicle?” he groaned, his gaze focused on them.
“Why? What’s wrong with them?”
“It’s the direct opposite. What isn’t right with them? Lace… it gets me.”
I sent a spark of my magic at his pants, and it had them and his very bold pink and black boxer briefs off him and in a pile on the floor in a second.
And then I dove on him, intending to sink back into that head-spinning kiss.
But he caught my hips, then spun me around on top of him.
I jolted as he ripped my panties from my body, a growl escaping me, because the act was just so… deliciously animalistic.
I cried out in the next second as he grasped my hips and angled me to him, a moment before he spread me open, then licked the length of me, dragging his tongue through my folds.
I slapped my hands to his thighs to steady myself as he just dove in without any preamble and instantly started driving me fucking crazy.
I reached out and grasped his bobbing cock at the base.
It had him groaning against my sensitive flesh, the reverberations doing insane things to me and making me tremble at the blissful sensations.
I settled my thighs properly either side of him and leaned over his cock.
I flicked my tongue at his crown and he jerked wildly.
I did it a few more times, fascinated by his reactions.
And then I closed my lips over his crown and sucked carefully.
When moans of appreciation sounded from him, I drove deeper down his shaft, relaxing my throat and managing to take him right down to his balls.
“Damn!” he cried out, pulling from between my thighs and shuddering.
I raised back up, then tried to find a rhythm, but I… I didn’t… I wasn’t sure how to—
He stroked my hair. “Want me to show you?” he asked. “Personally, I’m more than fine with you doing whatever you want, but if you’re feeling unqualified or whatever, I can help you.”
I winced and couldn’t turn my head to look at him, as I held him at the base unmoving. “Okay,” I murmured.
He played with my hair, stroking the blue strands in particular. “Love this, by the way. I mean, not as much as the taste of you, which is… fuck… absolutely spectacular.”
I felt my cheeks heat at his words. What was happening? I wasn’t… shy. Although, I guess when it came to this, it was actually another matter.
A soft chuckle escaped me.
“Open wide,” he told me, tightening his fingers in my hair so he was fisting and then angling my head instead of stroking.
I followed his instructions and he guided my head down, my lips sliding down over his shaft. Noticeably, he only eased me a third of the way down, then guided me up… down again, demonstrating the way to develop a good rhythm, talking about swallowing, then even guiding my hand to tease his balls.
“There’s a good girl… you’ve got the mechanics now. The rest… just do what you want, honestly. The fact your mouth is on me at all is more than fucking incredible to me. All right? You hear me, icicle?”
I turned to look at him over my shoulder.
Adoration and excitement sparkled in his eyes.
And lust.
Some major lust and need.
“Yeah. I hear you.”
He winked at me, then dove back between my thighs, and had me screaming and trembling when his wild tongue had pleasure sparking everywhere.
“Fuck,” I breathed, a second before I swallowed his dick, then got lost in devouring him too, remembering what he’d told me, but finding that I needed to swirl my tongue like an animal as well and graze his balls rather than just stroking.
It was my dragon nature coming through.
Judging by his muffled groans and curses against me and him bucking beneath me, he was getting a major kick out of it.
But despite the intensity, I could feel him holding back, trying not to thrust his hips too much and choke me with his dick.
That wouldn’t do.
I wanted to chase the freedom of it, and that wouldn’t work if he was restraining himself, especially because of me.
I slapped his thighs and squeezed his base.
The dominant moves did something to him, and then he actually let go and started slamming his hips up roughly and harshly.
And, as I scraped my nails down his thighs, leaving red-raw marks, he lost it, snarling between my thighs, his tongue lashing wildly, driving his dick down my throat, as I met his brutal rhythm and relished every moment of it.
I nearly shot off the bed when he thrust his tongue inside me and started fucking me with it, stabbing and swirling, and working me open.
His fingers pinched my clit, scraped, then flicked.
I screamed around my mouthful of him, ecstasy crashing over me, and I came all over his face.
He didn’t stop.
In fact, he went harder, rougher, losing it just like I was around his cock.
In seconds, I came again, heard his tongue swirling and him swallowing it all down frantically.
And then he went rigid and his warm cum sprayed down my throat, as he ripped his mouth from between my thighs and roared out into the room.
“Motherfucker, woman,” he choked as he sank into the sheets, panting and trembling.
I eased my mouth from his cock and climbed off him, turning around and licking the remnants of his salty cum off my lips.
“Damn,” he uttered at the sight. He held out his hand to me. “Come here.”
I settled down beside him and he tucked me into his side.
“You were fucking amazing, you know that?”
I chuckled. “Well, your tongue is another level, so right back at you.”
He grinned and tightened his hold on me.
We both relaxed into comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow.
With a sweep of his magic, he had me clad back in my jeans, even fixing the underwear aspect that he’d torn. My blazer was even back with the jeweled buttons done up. And for his part, he was back in all his clothes too.
“Nicely done.”
His eyes sparkled at me. “Want to get lunch together from the Cafeteria before our next classes?”
“Sounds great.”
I went to get off the bed, but stilled as an aggressive knock on my dorm room door sounded, thundering through our calm reverie.
Zayn bolted up into a sitting position. “What the shit? Who is that?”
I scented the air and tensed. “Seriously?”
“What?” he asked. “You sensed who it is?”
“Unfortunately, yeah. And the knocking isn’t gonna stop, believe me. He could be at it for literally hours.”
I pushed off the bed and strode to the door, sweeping my magic over the lock.
I sucked in a breath, then hauled the door open aggressively.
Sure enough, there he stood glaring at me. As though he had a right to.
Keuric Glastor.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded. “And more to the point, what is your problem?”
“I didn’t like how we left things earlier. Nor did I like that I was forced into some stupid feelings session because of our recent interactions.”
“Whatever you were apparently forced into had nothing to do with me. I didn’t report you. Besides, you’re the one into the whole forcing thing, not me.”
“You’re still harping on that? It was ages ago. Time to let it go.”
“Get the fuck out,” I said, moving to shut the door in his face.
But he slammed his hand against it, stopping me from closing it, just as he scented me. And the immediate vicinity.
His eyes narrowed.
I tensed as I knew exactly what he’d scented.
As if to further emphasize that, Zayn was suddenly right at my side.
“She told you to leave. Get gone, shithead.”
A dangerous snarl came from Keuric as he looked between us.
Then he glared at me accusingly. “You screwed around with him?”
“As if that’s any of your business in any way at all. Damn, you’re a real creeper, you know that?” Zayn told him.
Before I could get a word out, he fired his dragon ice at Zayn.
I reacted just in time, catching it in my hand.
It had me knocking into Zayn, though, and the impact sent him careening across the room.
Having to catch the sudden blast of power also destabilized my footing, and Keuric took full advantage of it, bursting in through the door, then shoving me to my knees with his dragon strength, calling his power again and streaming it at me, holding me there.
“Kneel, whore,” he seethed at me.
Fucker.
I growled low in my throat and called my power, about to show him what true draconic might actually was, when Zayn blasted him away from me with his fuchsia flame.
It sent Keuric staggering back.
“Get the fuck away from her!”
Before I could get to my feet, Keuric ran at Zayn using his supernatural speed, so Zayn didn’t have time to react. He snagged him and burst out with him through my balcony, calling his dragon wings as he went.
I rushed over there, and Keuric fired a massive blast of his ice at me, which sent me crashing back into the outside wall, two bands of frost trapping me to it—one across my chest, the other across my thighs.
Son of a bitch!
He swept Zayn over the campus buildings and to the other side, where I looked through some of the windows to be able to see him approaching the lake at the rear of campus.
He dropped him from a massive height and Zayn hurtled down toward the lake.
I choked as I saw that it was partially iced over, and Zayn crashed into it, water and ice spraying everywhere, his pink flame cutting out.
No!
I shuddered as he took several moments to push back to the surface.
And even when he did, I saw him struggling to haul himself out onto the bank.
He only just managed to get to his feet, and very shakily, as Keuric touched down and dematerialized his wings.
The maniac called his glacial power to his right hand.
And then he tossed it.
I jolted in shock as amber magic erupted between them.
And then a big wall of muscle and determination materialized.
I heard a grunt as the ball of ice slammed into the interloper’s chest.
He didn’t even stagger a single step, though as, after the initial blunt force of the impact pained him, the actual ice dragon magic was absorbed by him, causing not a single lick of damage.
He stood steady as Keuric looked on taken aback.
“Win,” Zayn spluttered.
“Fireball,” he rumbled behind him.