Chapter 15 #2
“Me too,” he promised. “Fuck, me too. You feel perfect.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, more than yeah,” he grunted as he moved faster. “Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” I promised wanting to groan at our dialogue. It was pretty cringe, but I was also pretty sure we were doing sex wrong if we could have a full conversation. Right?
He moved his hand by mine and then started to pull it back.
I caught it and interlocked our fingers, nodding I was okay.
He kissed me and brought our joined hands next to my head while moving his hips.
I wrapped one leg around him, but that wasn’t enough and did the other.
I cried out as he hit a perfect spot inside of me.
Fuck, it was glorious.
He finished hard and suddenly from the way he reacted, not giving me warning or even checking I’d orgasmed again first. Sergey grunted my name but then swore in several interesting combinations as his thrusts were rougher.
When he stopped, his chest was heaving and he looked ready to collapse on me.
But he gave me a sheepish look instead.
“I finished several times before,” I reminded him. “It was perfect and—”
“You do not leave her hanging after she gave you her body, you stupid shit,” Winter growled from the phone making us both jump.
“I wasn’t going to,” Sergey snapped. “You don’t get invited anymore.” He glanced around looking for it like he was going to hang it up, but I grabbed his face.
“Hey, focus on me,” I drawled. “Always on me while you’re inside me.”
He let out a long huff. “Sorry, foxy, but it made me jump and like—sorry.”
“Forgiven.” I raised my head for a kiss, chuckling when he gave me one. “Tease my clit while you’re inside of me. That’s what I want.”
“Shit, gladly.” He attacked my mouth and did just that.
It was a good finish. Not eating me out good or others I had during my limited sex but good for sure.
The cuddling after was much better. He even went and got some wet wipes to clean me up. I must have dozed for a bit because I woke with a start and frowned when he wasn’t there.
“Here,” he said gently when I was sitting up glancing all around. He held his hands up in surrender and pointed to my private bathroom. “Just had to pee.”
“Yeah, of course,” I replied immediately, looking away and pushing my hair over my shoulder. It was now a mess and I needed to brush it again.
“I want to approach you, but I don’t want to startle you, Bev,” he whispered.
I let out a slow breath and met his gaze. “It’s okay. I know. Sorry. I shouldn’t bring up old shit and—”
“It’s not old shit and there’s been a lot of shit, so—we’re okay, I promise.” He moved closer, only in his boxer briefs. Sergey leaned over the bed and puckered his lips to me.
I chuckled and kissed him, glad he knew how to handle this. “Let’s study.”
“Yeah, you mostly have projects but—yeah. It’s almost time for dinner.”
“Wow, nice nap.”
He shrugged. “Not long really, but we needed it.”
Fair enough.
I brushed my hair again and got dressed, smirking to myself as Sergey watched the entire time. It was only fair since I was watching him too.
I only had two real midterms as in tests. Latin III and Spell Circles 101 I had to be there physically and take a test. Well, Spell Circles 101 was laying a circle of magic. Not the transportation circle how we colloquially said “circled” to move far distances.
No, magic was far more complicated than that. Granted, a lot of circles were the basis for the combined complicated transportation circle, but magic circles were used for lots. Barrier spells, wards, location spells—a whole list.
And learning that all would take time, effort, and a lot of memorization of how it all worked. Hence why it was two years of college-level spell circles classes before we were even taught how to do a transportation circle, much less be allowed to legally use them.
At least our society got some things right.
Physical Training I was a test of skills, History of Magic I was a project to basically beat into us the dangers of outing our society to humans.
For my independent study, I needed more than half of my final done basically.
It had all changed once Mrs. Reid had stepped in and now my final was to have a research paper of all my findings published.
So no small feat, but I was now getting two course credits which no freshman had ever gotten for the rare freshman independent study.
And then there was Intro to Familiars I which was… Complicated. The whole class was built around getting to know and working with your familiar better. How to train your familiar to interact with other familiars for projects later.
Except I didn’t have a familiar. So that complicated things.
Except I could have taught the damn class given my magic and abilities. So that really made things complicated. And it was a requirement to graduate.
I couldn’t do the normal midterm or even final, and no one made note or cared about that when I was accepted into Morrigan, but with all the hype around me now?
Oh yeah, everyone wanted an opinion and to have a say in the situation.
The school board had started a fuss that I hadn’t even known about until the fuss about me being the head of the Millen family now.
They wanted to see how that played out and with the public saying loudly that I had been treated unfairly all around—especially at Morrigan—they backed off.
Other faculty and administration hadn’t and were doing everything from demanding to test me themselves to devising supplementary tests or exams I should have to take to even stay given I was a failure.
For not having a familiar of course.
Which they knew when I was accepted.
Assholes. Seriously, just… Ass. Holes.
Big fat hairy assholes as I said to Kelton when I received the last notice from some pompous administrator demanding I submit to some testing behind the headmaster’s fucking back. It was beyond ridiculous and I was over it.
Kelton had taken it seriously but also laughed at my choice of words.
Yeah, funny later, but right then it was sexism and seriously bullshit that a warlock who was like eighty thought he had the right to demand he could use his magic on me to basically get all my secrets. Use my education to get anything and everything from me that had nothing to do with school.
Even I wasn’t dense enough to think it was anything but that.
I’d given it directly to Jasmine and said I was done but to work with Kerwynn since it was obviously not with his knowledge. She agreed and went to battle.
Good because I couldn’t handle it anymore. Everything was a fucking fight and I was exhausted. Constantly.
I wanted to build a damn nap time in my schedule it got so bad sometimes.
Wyatt swung by our table right as I sat down with Winter and a few of his friends with several people who screamed faculty or administration… And it was clear there were two sides among them.
“Ms. Millen, I apologize for interrupting your personal time,” he started, his jaw adjusting. “But the decision has been reached about your midterm and I was informed it was best that I tell you right away.”
“I appreciate that, Professor Wyatt, but my attorney has been handling matters directly with Headmaster Kerwynn after the unreasonable, unprofessional, and unethical demands I received from several unrelated parties trying to use this situation and influence a young witch as they wanted,” I said firmly, snitching to those there.
He nodded. “Yes, the headmaster has been informed and agrees to this course of action. He will be informing your attorney directly and you can discuss it with her if you accept this—”
“Exception,” someone snapped. “We’re making an exception for you, Ms. Millen, and it would do you well to remember that.”
I met his gaze head-on. “You’re not actually, Mr… It honestly doesn’t matter.” People gasped or coughed that I dismissed him so easily. “I am not the idiot people paint witches or my parents especially painted me. I did my homework before agreeing to attend Morrigan when I received my acceptance.”
“I don’t even know—” he started to bristle.
“This school has had thirty-two magics without familiars on record since its inception,” I continued.
I gave people a moment with that, the whispers in the cafeteria starting immediately.
“I believe seventeen were because they lost their familiars tragically, but I don’t specifically remember.
But this institution has a history of excelling in working with people in my position.
“It’s also not as rare as people try to make me feel or chastise me for.
The High Council knows the circumstances and I’m comfortable with my position and relationship with the gods.
So this is between my teacher, who has been instrumental in making sure I am receiving the education I was promised by coming here, and me, and it’s our free time. Thank you.”
And then to the shock of everyone there—even Wyatt—I dismissed the man and focused back on him, a few with him chuckling. So clearly, they were on his side.
He tried to cover a smirk and cleared his throat. “Given the council has pushed for our society to return to our roots and do better by our familiars—made their own push to have them at court, the university has decided to follow their wise lead.”
I nodded. “Quinn has been doing great in class even when petty students have intentionally tried to poke him with their larger familiars as a way to get back at you for their lack of studying or perceived slights. Really pathetic attempts against the genius young professor who teaches them, but at least people now understand he’s an amazing familiar. ”
Wyatt seemed a bit stunned at what I’d said and simply blinked at me for several long moments.
“I understand now what Ms. Anderson says about your bluntness and our society not ruining you yet, Ms. Millen,” someone else muttered.
I frowned and glanced at him. “I’m sorry if I said something inappropriate or offensive.”
“No, you just gave Derek a huge compliment and snitched that the rumors people have been trying to spread are their pettiness, Bev,” Winter filled in for me.
I frowned harder and looked at him. “He’s put in the work.
Why shouldn’t he be complimented on it? Even faculty were making comments and talking trash that a fox was the wrong choice to have in class and sets a bad example.
They should apologize for being wrong. Quinn basically rolls his eyes at the petty and ignores it all. ”
Wyatt recovered and chuckled. “Yes and wants extra blueberries that you have him addicted to for the annoyance.”
I gave a half shrug. “Sounds like a smart familiar to me. Your bond with him is amazing. It should be what people work towards, not think they can outdo when you teach here so young. It’s just silly.” I swore he might have blushed, but I didn’t understand.
Was what I was saying so big? I thought it was rather basic and obvious.
“Thank you, Ms. Millen. It’s nice someone appreciates it instead of mocks me or says it’s all about my family name,” he said quietly before clearing his throat.
“It’s been decided instead of your familiar with an assigned partner’s familiar to do magic in the same area, you will work with two staff familiars.
There have been some issues with others bringing them to campus. ”
Was that all? Oh, the amusement dancing in Wyatt’s eyes said a lot, but I had to play the game.
“But you are allowed to use whatever means you feel needed,” a warlock said, one clearly on our side.
I slowly nodded, hearing him that I could bring treats.
He thought that would make this easier on me.
I took in a slow breath and pretended to weigh my options.
“Fine, but I want benign options like cafeteria staff. Or the guards.” I gestured to the people with him.
“Not whatever this is. Enough with this stacked deck and trying to embarrass a student.”
The warlock specifically I was busting turned bright red and blustered. “That is beyond unfair and a ghastly accusation to—”
“But you’re pissed, not laughing it off or clarifying the misunderstanding,” I cut in, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m Henry Millen’s granddaughter through and through, but I was also born of Charles Shaw and know all of his plays, sir.
You would do better to explain our magic to a human infant than gaslight me on manipulation. Take it or leave it.”
That warlock who was on our side cleared his throat. “That’s a bit easier said than done, Ms. Millen.”
I softened my face and tone for him. “Actually not, as this university keeps amazing records. My attorney is also very smart. Morrigan recorded what the test was for the last person in my situation fifteen years ago. Their final for this class was simply to interact and feed someone else’s familiar in their class via random lottery. ”
I did a double take when Wyatt’s mouth dropped open. Oh shit, even he hadn’t known that… But others did. Glancing out at the men before me—a few did and were pissed I knew.
Idiots. I might have changed my last name, but don’t fuck with a Shaw.