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There she is. My Raven. My warrior. My pitch-black silhouette in the fake gold realm we find ourselves in.
I need to feel her. Now.
Envisioning the protection in my nightstand, I sheath my cock without moving a finger from her body, line myself at her entrance, and slam all the way home. Her cry echoes around us as ecstasy clings to me at the feel of her heat.
My fingers flex around the tie in my grip and her eyes roll with pleasure. “It won’t ever happen again, Raven. I swear it,” I promise, whether she wants to hear it or not.
Letting the weight of the situation leave my body, I focus on the here and now, but more importantly, I focus on her. Every thrust of my hips is not enough. Every swirl of desire that feasts on my very being trembles with the carnal need to claim her over and over again.
“Come for me, Raven, come on my cock and make me yours,” I growl, my own orgasm already burning at the base of my spine. Her hands dig deeper into my sheets, her knuckles white with her grip, and my eyes catch on her tits bouncing with every slam of my hips.
“Creed,” she cries, her voice raspy from the tightness of the tie around her throat as she climaxes, drenching me in her release, and I topple over the cliff with her. I don’t stop thrusting until every last drop has been rung out between us.
I magically discard the condom, and the tie from her throat before collapsing on the bed beside her. She rolls onto her side, gently placing her hand over my heart as she hums against my shoulder, planting little kisses in her wake.
When I can finally see straight again, I peer down at her and instantly panic over the red marks around her neck. With the way she’s lying, I can see the finger-sized bruises along her thigh forming, too.
Fuck.
She’s calm, relaxed, and pliant in my arms, and I’m feeling my cock come alive again at the sight of my marks on her skin. Marks she might fucking hate and I didn’t even think to consider that.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I slip from beneath her, not missing the pout on her lips as I head to the bathroom. I hurry to fill the bath, making sure to fill it with some girly-smelling shit that I saw when I took her dress shopping a few weeks ago.
I stride back into the bedroom to find her exactly where I left her. Swooping her up in my arms, she giggles as she tightens her arms around my neck, letting me lead her toward the steam that’s starting to billow out of the bathroom.
She gasps when I step into the bath and slowly place her between my thighs in the water, but she quickly lies back against me with a sigh. It’s like she’s floating in the water, delicate and calm, a rarity in these four walls at the moment.
Trailing water over her exposed chest, I band my other arm around her waist and breathe her in, dragging my nose over the shell of her ear as I finally speak. “Are you mad atmenow?”
A beat passes, then another, and another, until she tilts her head to look back at me with a grin on her lips. “Never. I knew you were unhinged, remember? It was deliriously fucking hot and everything I didn’t know I needed,” she admits, nipping at her bottom lip.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, concealing my own smile.
How is this my life?
How is she mine?
I don’t fucking know, but I’m never letting go.
TWENTY-FIVE
RAVEN
It’s too quiet. Not in the way you would hear a pin drop from five hundred miles away. No. This is worse. It’s the type of silence that makes everything feel fine, okay, good—toogood—and you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m always alert and mainly on edge most of the time as it is, but even this is a new level for me.
There hasn’t been another peep out of Sebastian today, not even after Brax threatened him in front of everyone. Genie hasn’t reared her ugly head to have her say either, and I think that might be the more startling part. I also haven’t been pulled from classes again, which is a relief. I have no idea what my parents are doing or expecting of me, but I was certain after yesterday they would be back sooner rather than later.
Leila wasn’t in our last class today; her father called her out, but otherwise, we’re semi-normal again. I hope. Maybe. For now, at least.
Having a friend is harder than handling the Bishops, and that’s saying something.
I know it won’t continue like this, but it’s giving me a damn headache waiting for the ax to fall. Classes are finished for the day, and as we make our way through the marbled hallways of the academy, I almost let myself relax into Zane’s hold.
His arm is firmly around my shoulders while Eldon holds my left hand. Creed is so close behind me that I’m sure he’s going to walk with his hands on my ass in a minute, and even Brax walks a step closer today as he leads the way.
The crowd heads toward the double-arched doors that stand wide open. Rain pours from the sky in a deluge, spoiling the atmosphere as gray clouds loom overhead. It was exactly like this when we left the house this morning as well. I’m already bored of it. It reminds me too much of Shadowmoor.
None of the guys move to ready their magic so they don’t get wet, while I get nervous, wanting to be sure how to do it before I actually step outside. But just as the doors get within reach, the sound of my name echoing off the walls around us makes me pause.
