Chapter 15 Killian
KILLIAN
I knew I’d see Nyx again. I hadn’t quite expected it to be in the Training Center, looking like a pissed off drowned cat, wrapped in a plastic shower curtain.
My ideal scenario would have been alone in an empty classroom, bending her over a desk and flipping up her skirt to trace the back of her thighs with my tongue until I could rip off her panties with my teeth and bury my face in her cunt, one finger in her pussy and another in her ass until she’s begging for my cock.
She’d arch her back so perfectly, ass bouncing with every brutal thrust of my hips until she’s shaking, dripping and desperate.
These school uniforms wreak absolute havoc on my rampant imagination.
And because I’m Killian Hastings, Heir of House Terra, second wealthiest of the four elemental dynasties and proud owner of the biggest dick this side of the Mississippi—well, except for Luther.
But he doesn’t count since he rarely uses his Fate-given gift.
Honestly, he’s doing a disservice to the student population of Dreadhurst. Thankfully I’m here to support them in these trying times.
Where was I? Oh yeah.
Fuck, she’s hot when she’s mad. Her anger permeates the air so thickly I can taste it.
“You just going to stand there or are you going to make yourself useful?”
I rub my mouth trying to suppress my grin, but it’s futile. “Oh pretty girl, is all this for me? You shouldn’t have—”
“No you delusional asshole,” she seethes.
“Someone stole my shit and all the towels while I was in the shower. I don’t have any clothes, no phone, and no key to get back to my dorm.
And then,” she catches her breath, “your shithead friend tried to extort me into getting naked instead of letting me borrow his shirt.”
Unfortunately, all of my friends are shitheads—which is why I love them, of course—but she’s going to have to be more specific so I can interrogate them when I get back to the apartment. “Which one?”
She narrows her eyes, clutching the shower curtain even tighter. “The big one.”
“Luther tried to get you naked? Huh.” Well, well, well. I’m never letting him live this down.
“When I refused, the jackass just fucking left me here.” She closes her eyes in frustration and sighs before catching herself, squaring her shoulders. “So, are you going to help me or will I have to sneak across campus and break into my dorm?”
I could kiss him for leaving me this little present, all wrapped up in a translucent plastic bow.
“Sweetheart, it would be my absolute pleasure,” I croon, all plans to workout before dinner with the guys forgotten in an instant.
Her eyes narrow in distrust, but her shoulders relax when I dig my sweatshirt out of my backpack and toss it to her before kicking off my shoes and hooking my thumbs under my waistband.
“What are you—”
“You want pants, darlin’? I mean, I certainly won’t object to you going commando if you want,” I wink.
The heavy sweats drop to the floor and her eyes widen—I let her stare, because I’m generous like that.
A pink flush creeps up her neck when I pull them off and hand them over, turning around to give her privacy.
My dick reminds me that she’s naked, right there, as I pull on my spare clothes.
“Thanks,” she says, and I take that as permission to turn around.
She’s swimming in my oversized sweats, and I have to smother the smug satisfaction of knowing she’ll be covered in my scent, unintentionally broadcasting my temporary claim.
My dick twitches at the thought. I blame the demon, that horndog.
“Dude.”
“Ignore that.”
She scoffs and rolls up the too-long sleeves of my sweatshirt. “So are you married to the idea of breaking and entering, or should I call maintenance to unlock your dorm?”
“Don’t I have to go to the admin office to get a new key?”
I pull out my phone to confirm the time.
“They’re closed now, so you’re shit out of luck until morning.
” With a heavy sigh she tilts her head back against the wall.
“Okay hear me out,” I begin, but my throat spasms when she looks at me through lowered eyes.
“I’ll call maintenance, and pick up dinner on our way to your dorm to make up for Luther being a shithead.
Deal?” She scrutinizes me, and for a moment I think she’ll refuse my offer.
“I’m not going to fuck you.”
I put my hand to my heart. “I’m offended you’d think so low of me—”
“Nor will I blow you,” she ticks her fingers off, “or give you a hand job. Or touch your dick in any way that could be considered deliberate.”
Damn. She crooks her eyebrow waiting for me to respond. “Scouts honor I won’t do anything untoward.” I’ll hold up my hand in a three-finger salute but can’t resist curling them back and forth.
She rolls her eyes at my antics, but her tone is devoid of brazen sass when she speaks next. It doesn’t sound right, coming out of her.
“Thank you.”
Nope, don’t like that. “What’s your dorm number?”
“Aries 7.” I shoulder my backpack and lead the way out of the Training Center as she trails behind me. When she shivers at the blast of freezing night air, I pull the hood of my sweatshirt over her head, ignoring her scowl.
“Don’t worry, pretty girl, I won’t let you get cold.” She sighs but doesn’t take it off, and that warm bloom of satisfaction grows in my chest.
“My hero,” she deadpans, but even still, my demon preens at her praise. Does this mean I have a praise kink? I’ll have to ask Thane.
“What do you want to eat?”
“I usually just grab what’s fastest from the dining hall,” she murmurs.
“We can do better than that. How about the Mexican place in the Student Union. You like tacos?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Good.” After calling maintenance and placing a to-go order for her and the guys, I throw my arm over her shoulders.
Despite her reproachful glare, she doesn’t duck away.
If I bring enchiladas and tequila home for dinner, the guys will have to forgive me for blowing them off for a girl. I’m pretty sure.
Whatever, a win is a win.
“Any chance you know how I can get another phone and laptop, too?”
“Send an email to Master Roux and he’ll hook you up. You can use my phone.” If I can keep her dependent on me, she’ll be less likely to push me away before I can convince her to maybe let me touch her a bit.
Wait. That came out wrong.
“You’re being nice.”
Oh shit, she’s on to me. “Just one of the many perks of being my friend,” I tease, but my luck runs out when she shrugs off my arm with a humorless laugh.
“Who said we’re friends?”
“I mean, you are wearing my clothes. I think that technically makes us more than friends.”
“Only because your other friend left me naked and alone and stranded.” Oh. Well. She’s got a point. “If that’s the kind of company you keep, then I’m not the kind of friend you’re looking for.”
Abort. Pull up. “Did I say he was my friend? I barely know him. Seems like kind of a dick.” She shakes her head but I don’t miss the way her full lips twitch with the hint of a smile.
“Well, I guess this is as good a time as any to finally give you that tour I promised.” We crest the short hill on the way back to the main campus, ancient buildings illuminated by spotlights, trees swaying over lamp-lit paths.
“That there is a big shiny rock,” I gesture to the Foundation Stone, the ominous black obelisk jutting out of the earth like a sentinel.
“Down to the left there is the beach. We throw bonfires a few times a year. Next one is on Samhain—you should come. Witches get off on that shit. There’s also a masquerade ball, if that’s something you’re into.
” That gets a sharp exhale that could almost be mistaken for a laugh.
“You mean where everyone dresses up in fancy costumes and gets shitfaced?”
“Oh, so you’ve been to one before?”
“Can’t say that I have,” she scoffs.
“Don’t knock it ’til you try it, pretty girl. Ladies love men in masks.”
“Hard pass,” she deadpans.
“Alright then, what are you into?”
She dodges my question with a caustic tone. “I thought this was a tour, not twenty questions.”
“Believe it or not, I can multi-task. Ask anyone.”
“I’m sure everyone gives you rave reviews,” she retorts, but the implied rebuke of my reputation makes my stomach turn sour, and I clear my throat to get rid of the bile that threatens to rise.
I’m Killian Hastings. There’s no reason I should feel guilty about enjoying myself.
At least I’m not leaving behind a trail of bastards like my own piece of shit father.
This is hardly the time to think about that fucking asshole.
“You just say the word, pretty girl. Happy to give you a demonstration whenever you want,” I bite out through my discomfort.
“Hard pass,” she deadpans again, but her smirk cushions the blow.
We arrive at the Student Union and pick up my order before continuing down the path to the dorms. With both my hands full of tequila and takeaway bags for the guys, she grabs the last two and brings one up to her face, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes in bliss as she lets out a groan.
“Well fuck me, if that’s all I have to do to hear you make that sound, I’ll buy you food every day.”
“Don’t ruin this for me,” she shoots back with a glare. “I’m cold and hungry and it’s been a shitty day—”
“Calm down, pretty girl. I may be a demon but I’m not a monster.” She looks surprised for a split second before letting out a genuine giggle, and my demon creeps from the depths of my mind to get closer.
“This is so fucked up,” she laughs, wiping a tear from her eye on my sweatshirt sleeve. I’m never going to wash it after this.
“I can talk to Luther, if you want—” but she waves her hand at me.
“Not that. Well, yes that, but that’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, the whole ‘you’re a wizard, Harry’ thing? Yeah I bet it’s a mind fuck.”
“You haven’t made it any easier,” she accuses, eyes piercing me from beneath the hood of my sweatshirt as we arrive at the dorms.