Chapter 17 #2
I glance around the dark room, and think back to the dream with Cyrus, quickly realizing I still remember every moment of it.
I guess this time he made sure I didn’t forget.
Heading into the main building toward my Shadow history class, I try to shove the dream with Cyrus to the back of my brain. But it’s like it’s burned into my mind, every moment and sensation now imprinted into memory.
I finally take a moment to glance around me and notice just how many men avoid looking in my direction while some go out of their way to outright avoid me.
I never really noticed it before, being too busy in my own little world. I start to question if I had been a bit more aware of my surroundings maybe I would have noticed it sooner.
Would it have changed anything? Would I have realized it was because of the guys and that they were behind it all?
I sigh to myself and push it to the back of my mind for now while I find my normal seat at the back of the classroom. Most avoid it, with it being too dark, but I love it and everyone else usually ignores me when I sit there.
Two minutes later I feel a familiar presence and glance to the side to find Theon taking a seat beside me, his glare set on everyone trying to sit anywhere remotely near us before he turns and gives me his undivided attention.
“What are you doing here?” I ask and watch as his eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Spending time with my mate.” He inches closer until our desks are side by side and I narrow my eyes on him.
“Not interested. Leave before class starts,” I tell him just as Professor Stone walks into the class.
She glances up and immediately spots Theon and frowns in confusion for a minute before shaking her head and starting the class.
“Today we’re going to watch a documentary on the most recent human war and how they mitigated the attack.
I want a full report next week on what the benefits of their tactics and mistakes were.
” She heads to the back of the class and sets up the projector to sit directly center of the whiteboard before heading off to the desk near the front to grade papers.
The lights turn off and I try to ignore Theon as the documentary starts. But I feel him as he slips past my blocks, quickly shattering it.
My head whips toward him to find his gaze darkening with heat.
“How the fuck did you do that?” I hiss and scan around us making sure no one is watching us. But they’re all a couple of desks away from us and too engrossed in the loud documentary to hear us.
I glance back at Theon as he mouths the word, ‘payback,’ before smirking at me.
Before I get a chance to ask him what he means his shadows slowly seep around the edges of the room, slithering along the floor making the entire room darker.
He takes his time, slowly moving his shadows, waiting and making sure everyone adjusts before seeping more out around us.
I open my mouth to tell him to forget whatever idiotic plan he has when an onslaught of pleasure envelops me making me instantly wet.
Warmth quickly pools low in my stomach and my eyes dip to the lower half of his body to his growing erection.
My mind finally catches up to his words and what he’s doing and what he means by ‘payback.’
I gave him a hard-on back in the Shadow Academy in the middle of one of his training sessions, and it looks like he thinks it’s time for me to experience the same thing.
“You’re supposed to be groveling,” I hiss reminding him that he’s the one that fucked up.
He leans in and his scent washes over me making me shiver. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “And what better way to make it up to you than by making you come.”
I open my mouth to tell him he can go fuck himself if he thinks making me come will fix this when a spike of heat shoots straight to my core.
Pleasure rolls through me and I bite my lip to conceal the gasp from slipping out. I narrow my eyes to find him wearing a devilish grin as he palms the growing length in his pants.
He moves closer, his lips touching my neck, just a soft brush but it makes my entire body shiver in need.
“Theon…” I breathe.
He glances around, but everyone is too absorbed in the documentary to even think about glancing back at us. That or his glare scared them enough to keep their eyes forward and far away from us.
His hand curls around my thigh and slowly moves upward.
I grasp onto it, stopping it halfway and my eyes find Theon’s and the dark heated look in them nearly has me coming on the spot. It’s then I realize that I don’t want this to stop.
Fuck it. He’s right, I do deserve an orgasm. Or ten. It doesn’t have to mean I forgive him or any of them for that matter.
Surprise lightens his eyes as he watches me slowly fold and give in to my lust. Seconds later his expression turns full of heat and tension.
My breath hitches as warmth, tingles, and intense pleasure rush over me in waves. My brain short-circuits as he makes me feel everything he does.
I forget about the classroom and the roaring documentary and people here. I forgot about everything and everyone and just let myself feel.
A muscle jumps in his jaw as he looks me over and whatever he’s thinking, whatever he’s feeling, is enough to push me over the edge.
He moves quickly and turns me toward him as I quickly unravel and come.
I bite down on his shoulder trying to smother my moan and he grunts, holding me tighter against his body.
I reach out and grip his arm hard, stopping myself from rubbing against him like a needy cat and ride out the end of the orgasm.
His hands slide up my sides as it slowly fades, and I melt into him.
“You’re a dick,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath.
His breaths are just as ragged as he turns his cheek and rubs it against mine. “I know, baby. But I’m your dick and always will be no matter what happens.”
After a few minutes, I move away from him just in time as the documentary finishes. He quickly clears his shadows as everyone starts moving and I get up and quickly leave the class feeling his eyes follow me the entire way.
I make it to my room and Ember, Maia, and Remi all pause when they see me, probably still flustered and confused.
“We heard your new stalkers are back following you around,” Maia says, and I give her a questioning look.
“After the party in the forest, I was wondering why you left after we got back,” she says.
I shrug trying to downplay it. “I haven’t really been talking to them and really didn’t feel like crying to three people I just met about foolish boys and their shitty decisions.”
“Do you need us to kick their asses or knock some sense into them?” Remi asks, making me laugh.
“Honestly? I don’t know what I want,” I tell them. “I don’t know how I feel or what I’m supposed to do.”
Ember comes up beside me giving me a patient, soft look. “There are no guidelines or rules on how you should act or feel. You feel what you need to feel and then you think about whether you want to make it work or not.”
I sit with her words for a minute and try to think about what I want. My heart tells me I want them. But my head tells me I’m being stupid to let them in again after hurting me.
Their words don’t mean anything if they don’t back them up. But maybe I can try let them prove it… I don’t know.
“But make sure you make them work for it,” Maia says with a little evil grin. “It’s probably the least they deserve.”
“In the meantime, you’re coming with us to train. We need to stay in shape if we want to win the flag competition.”
“We?” I glance between them.
“Yes, we,” Ember says. “There’s no higher position with privileges than becoming part of the royal guard.”
Technically being an actual royal might top it, but I nod, playing along.
“Also, we need a team of at least four to participate so you’re stuck with us,” she says laughing.
I guess I could use the distraction and any training I can get. Especially if I want to make it onto the team going to the Hollow.
Which is probably the only thing I should be thinking about right now instead of the four overbearing assholes who all seem to be trying to find creative ways to make me come.