Chapter 41 #2
“Do your best, Professor,” Francois continues. “I wish to see if I can withstand your…how do you say…highest endeavor."
Gimble blinks.
“Great idea.” Donovan leans back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. “I want to see what I’ve got to look forward to. My mom has me scheduled for ascension real soon.”
Total lies, but I guess Gimble doesn’t know that.
“Fine, if you so wish, Mr. de Vaux. Which spell would you like me to cast on you?”
Without missing a beat, he responds with a show-stopper. “Something that will kill me, or rather, will kill an Elite who has not ascended.”
Fucking interesting.
I didn’t think such spells existed.
My eyes dart to Cosmo. —Is there such a thing?—
—Not to my knowledge—
Gimble looks uncomfortable but then squares her shoulders, a glint in her eye. “I’ll cast a spell that will incapacitate you. In fact, it will incapacitate everyone in this room—apart from the ascended. You all may attempt to stop me.”
Not giving anyone time to prepare, she starts.
Fuck.
The spell makes the atmosphere of the room thick and oily and a leaden feeling enters my body. A dragging paralysis starts at my toes and crawls upward.
But beneath the heaviness, I feel it. The sparkles tucked into my core don’t let the spell get its hooks in me. That’s good to know, but we still have to look as though it’s working.
I let my body droop and sink lower in the chair.
Across the room Donovan’s head lolls to one side, his eyes crossed.
I can’t look at him anymore without laughing so I surreptitiously turn my attention to Theo. She’s flopped forward on the desk and isn’t moving at all.
—How’s our acting look, Cos?—
—Ridiculous, but convincing I guess—
“Stop now,” I hear Cosmo command. “They are Elites after all.”
—She’s undoing the spell, so sit up in…five, four, three, two…—
I straighten and blink several times.
“Holy fuck,” Donovan yells. “That was weird.”
Theo hasn’t moved. I reach out an arm and touch her back. “Theo?”
“She’ll take longer to come out of it,” Gimble smirks. “And will have quite the headache for a couple of days.”
What a fucking bitch.
“Well, this has all been illuminating,” Cosmo says, getting to his feet, “but our time is up. No meeting next week, I’ll be preparing for my party.” He turns to Gimble. “You received your invitation?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she simpers.
He doesn’t reply, just does his Drakeward thing of striding out without a backwards glance. At her desk, Theo shifts a little and groans.
That gives me an idea. “I’ll take her to the sickbay next door, get her checked over.”
“There’s absolutely no need.”
“Eh, I’d better. Cosmo’s dad wants us to keep a close eye on her wellbeing.”
—Do some groaning, Sparkles—
Theo immediately coughs and retches like she’s going to puke.
“Fine, go ahead.”
“I’ll help,” Donovan says hurriedly.
“No, Mr. Hart. Stay here and help me with the chairs. No need for two of our Elite to drag around that dud.”
Ha-ha. Snooze you lose, Hart!
I gather Theo up into my arms, fucking loving the press of her body against mine, then sweep out.
Francois de Vaux even holds the door for me.
“Here to see the healer,” I bark at the guard.
“He’s not here, take her to the main infirmary.”
I stare down my nose at him and channel Cosmo. “Are you mad, man? Take an Elite to the standard infirmary. Absolutely not. When is the healer scheduled to be back?”
The guard gulps, then looks down at his tablet. “Er, not until ten, sir.”
“Then I guess we’ll just have to wait. Open the door, you peasant, or I’ll report you to my father.”
Huh. You really can get away with shit when you act like a posh twat.
As soon as the door closes behind us, Sparkles lets out a giggle. “You are very ridiculous, Maximus, but also the most wily man I’ve ever met.”
“And you haven't even experienced all my wiles yet,” I murmur into her ear, then bite gently down on her lobe.
She squirms delightfully. “Max…”
“Yes, Sparkles?”
“Put me down.”
Ugh. Fine.
She rushes over to Wes.
It’s not like I don’t want him to get better, but being a coma-cock-block is not a good look for anyone. I sit down on his hospital bed, then pull Theo into my arms.
I figure if I can’t have her all to myself, I might as well snuggle with her as she gives Wes his treatment.
Theo wriggles around until she's perfectly settled between my thighs, her back against my chest. “I’m going to link you into my connection with Wes,” she tells me, her eyes not leaving Wes’s pale face.
“Go for it.”
Her small hand reaches forward and then I’m there with her. In the dark, hunting for Wes.
—Wes, baby…I’m here…Maximus is with me—
—Yo, Wes…you’d better get back here soon because you are missing out on some fucking amazing Theo time…I now know why you’re so obsessed…that sweet pussy—
—Max—
—What? If I heard that, I’d stab Charon in the dick and swim my way out of the Styx to get to you—
—I’ve got to concentrate…—
So I become still and let her do her thing.
As she works, I feel her pure grief and loss pour through the connection. My Sparkles is all that is light and good, but within her is the agony of Wes’s absence.
She needs him.
The knowledge I can do nothing to fix it for her kills me.
—Can I help?—
She doesn’t reply, but when I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer, I feel her relax a little.
—Wes? I’m reaching out to you….please, my love….—
I rock her gently, breathing in the scent of her hair, loving the press of her butt up against me.
And because I’m alive, of course my dick is taking notice.
Within a couple of minutes, my extremely hard cock presses against the small of her back. Even as she concentrates on Wes, I scent a rush of wetness between her legs. Slowly, I allow my hand to slide under her skirt to find the edge of her panties.
Her skin is velvet soft—and humming with power.
—Is this OK?—
She nods.
I drag the edge of my thumb along the silky fabric. As her arousal increases, so does her Lumina.
My hound turns circles, feeling extremely pleased.
Hooking a finger inside the panties, the moment I find the damp heat between her thighs, it’s like throwing a match into a bucket of gasoline.
The Lumina doesn't just flicker—it erupts.
The lilac and gold sparkles become visible, enveloping her hands in a beautiful glow.
As I continue to tease her hot, sweet pussy, the power rolls off her in waves.
“Fuck, baby.”
Theo’s back arches, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. "Oh... oh Gods…I’m going to…”
Wes’s heart monitor begins to beep faster.
I slide two fingers inside her, fighting my desire to just flip her over and fuck her senseless. Instead, I touch and tease, taking her to the edge.
Her pleasure builds and then she shatters, gasping and crying.
—Wes…Max…Wes—
My perfect girl collapses in a sob, falling limply forward onto Wes’s chest.
I stare at the boy on the bed. I focus on where he and Theo’s hands are entwined.
And I watch as Wes’s fingers curl tighter around hers.
Theo gasps, sitting up slightly.—Wes? Are you there?—
His eyelids flutter. Just for a second.
—Theo—
It’s faint, but we both hear it.
I press a kiss to the top of her head.
Holy shit. I think we just fucked the life back into Wes Hart.