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“All right, you heard the Headmaster. You have your scythes, let’s just work in our initial pairs…”
At least, Valentine had forgotten to redo the pairs. I did my best to protect Merrit’s most precious skin from the blade of my scythe, although he proved quite vicious in attacking me. It was a good thing he was also rather clumsy. Caspian cut GC across the chest, GC got mad and struck the mage with the heel of his scythe right in the gut. Professor Charon yelled at them and sent them both to the infirmary. I bit the inside of my cheek. GC would be fine because he was a shapeshifter and he healed quickly, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t worried about him. A few other guys cut each other by accident. Raziel, the angel, ended up with a bleeding jaw, and when Pazuzu hit Francis in the shin by mistake, Professor Charon called it a day.
“I can’t deal with this, I can’t deal with this,” she muttered as she ushered half of the class to the infirmary. “Please take the sticks I gave you and practice the moves in your free time. Otherwise, every class will be a bloodbath.”
“Francis, Francis!” I caught up with him, which was easy since he was limping. “Okay, fine. The cavern. That will be our spot.”
He looked up at me, surprise in his beautiful eyes. “What made you change your mind?”
“Didn’t you hear him?” I whispered, stealing a glance at Crassus. Was he really not going to tell Valentine a word about my tentative plots against him? “War? What war? Reapers are not soldiers, or warriors, or whatever. We’re just… Reapers. Part of the cycle of life and death. We don’t take sides.”
He nodded. “Tell the others. Let’s do this.”
CHAPTER FIVE
At first, I thought it was safer for all of us to teleport down in the cave beneath the Academy, but then I realized there were a couple of inconveniences standing in the way. For one, Patricia and Joel weren’t students at the Academy, so they didn’t have teleportation pins. Then, only Francis and I could do it, since we were the only ones in our secret, illegal group who’d been there before. And Sariel, but Sariel had refused to join us, or the group chat, for that matter. He had something up his butt, and I was yet to figure out what. So, I told everyone to meet me in my old room. Valentine’s old room, which ex-Headmaster Colin had given to me, thinking I might be able to get into my father’s head if I lived where he’d lived for three years when he was a student of the Academy.
It wasn’t easy to sneak out of my dorm when Crassus stood guard by the door and followed me around every time I made the tiniest step. Corri didn’t want to get involved, and I didn’t blame her. I didn’t want to get her in trouble, either. Another week in the Blank was not an option, and a secret organization started by me, my guys, and my friends wasn’t worth the risk. But Klaus was a mage, and since he’d started dating Joel, he’d become bolder and braver. He was always looking to impress his boyfriend, and distracting Crassus long enough for me to sneak out was the perfect opportunity. Actually, distraction wouldn’t work with the Unseelie soldier. We all knew that much. Instead, he gave Patty a sleeping potion that she poured into his wine when he had dinner with the other Unseelie guards, and by the time I reached my room, thoroughly followed by him, he was so exhausted that he could barely see straight. Tiptoeing around his hunched, sleeping form was easy. Getting to the lower floor and down the corridor to my old room with two guards patrolling back and forth was the hard part. We weren’t supposed to be out and about after 8 PM, and it was twelve past eight. Patty and Joel didn’t have any restrictions, but Francis, GC, Pazuzu, Klaus, and I did.
When it came to magic potions, Klaus wasn’t the best mage. It didn’t help that he’d refused to take the Alchemy optional because, in his own words, “potions are boring”. A simple sleeping potion was one thing. A potion that allowed the drinker to assume the form of someone else was an entirely different shebang, and we gave him one week to get the recipe right. He failed.
“The plan was too complicated, anyway,” Paz had said when Klaus had admitted he couldn’t do it. “We need something simpler.”
And that was how Paz ended up using his telepathic abilities to lure the two Unseelie guards away from the stairs, and then away from the corridor, so I could reach my old room. He cleared my, GC’s, and his path first, to make sure it worked.
“Okay, we’re here. Now what?” I was beyond excited. And scared. I’d left Corri in my dorm and told her to keep an eye on Crassus.
“We’re bringing the others,” Paz said, stepping closer to me, “But not before…” He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against him.
I melted under his possessive touch. GC came from behind and leaned in to leave a wet trail of kisses from my shoulder to the back of my ear. I closed my eyes and moaned. We hadn’t done anything in such a long time, and we were alone now. Against all odds, we were alone in this old, cramped room, and we didn’t have much time at our disposal, but we had enough. Francis and Klaus couldn’t leave their dorms without Pazuzu’s help, but Patty and Joel could show up at any time.
“Ten minutes,” I breathed. “I want you both so much, but we only have ten minutes.”
“More than enough for me,” GC whispered. He proceeded to undo his belt and pull down his pants and underwear. He pushed me against Paz and lifted my skirt.
“Wait…” My red tights were in the way, as usual. Proper dress and decorum at all times my ass. I was getting tired of wearing the same stupid uniform. I pulled them down, got rid of my ankle boots, and stepped out of them and my lace panties at the same time. I was dripping wet, and my core was begging for Paz and GC, for my guys, my lovers… for their hard cocks. “Take me.”
Paz held me tightly as GC pushed his cock inside me from behind. I clawed at the demon’s chest, my lips seeking his. GC grabbed me by the hips and held me in place as he fucked me hard and fast. We were both desperate. My teeth pulled at Paz’s lower lip, my tongue moved against his, pushing deeper, wanting to taste all of him. A kiss wasn’t enough. I wanted to kneel, pull his pants down, and take his cock into my mouth. I moved my hand down between us, sneaked it inside his uniform slacks, and grabbed the prize I was craving. He was hard and wet under my touch. I wrapped my fingers around his length and pumped him lightly, as much as the strained position and GC thrusting wildly from behind allowed it.
“Oh my God, so close,” I moaned.
The false god had been inside me for three minutes at most, and I was already coming apart. I’d been too distracted by Morningstar, his rules, and his changes to realize how unfucked I was. GC came inside me with a grunt, his fingers digging into my flesh. The feel of his hot seed filling me threw me over the edge. I hadn’t yet recovered from the mind-blowing orgasm when Paz pulled me away from GC, causing his cock to slip out of me and his cum to tickle down my inner thighs.
“Mine now,” he growled.
He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. When had he rolled his pants down? The tip of his cock was at my entrance, and I impaled myself on it, too impatient to wait for him to thrust in. I bounced on his lap, knowing full well that he was perfectly capable of supporting my weight.
“This isn’t enough,” I moaned, looking him in the eye. “I want so much more… So much…”
“Well, get rid of your father first, and then we can fuck non-stop. How’s that?”
He was close, and I was close, too. I’d never come so quickly and desperately in my life. My walls throbbed around his shaft, my pussy needing his seed, needing to milk
him dry. Even though we weren’t fucking as much as last year, I was still on the pill. Whenever the opportunity for a good, cathartic shag came up, I wanted to enjoy it fully. I opened my mouth and screamed in pleasure, not looking away from his handsome face for one second. I came, and then I came again, and when my third orgasm shook my whole body, he shot his thick load deep inside me, so close to my cervix that it made me spasm and moan in delight. After another minute, he put me down.
“Still want more?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” And he really didn’t. As I looked for my panties and struggled to make myself look decent again, I couldn’t help but make scenarios in my head. Three quick orgasms hadn’t been enough. They’d barely taken the edge off. I imagine how much kinkier it would have been if Francis had been there to watch us. He’d done it before, and I doubted he’d turned into a good boy since then. I didn’t know him well, I still had a long way to go to figure him out, but if I knew one thing about Francis Saint-Germain, it was that he was kinky as hell. He liked to watch me get fucked by my boyfriends. And what else did he like? I couldn’t help but wonder. Did he like Sariel, like Lamia, Pazuzu’s mother, had suggested?
