Escaped Daughter (Morrigan University #1)

23

I survived the group lunch and made it to Physical Training I, thinking about trying to get to know some of my female classmates when Coach Dunham told us to pair up. That gave me the perfect lead-in which I was happy about.

Except all women seemed to pair up fast and I couldn’t even get to them as way too many guys in the class moved over to me.

“Let’s wrestle on the mats,” one offered with a leer.

“Gross,” I grumbled and tried to get around him.

“Yeah, have some respect. She’s engaged,” another guy mocked. He smirked at me when I blinked at him. “It’s all over that you are mating that guy Gregg who took your purity and then you cried foul when caught. Such a nice little coverup. Too bad everyone found out.”

I shoved him away from me and sneered. “Gregg is in prison .” I chuckled when they all froze. “Where did you hear that? Gregg’s family? Yeah, I bet they have lots to say about what they want to happen. It’s all bullshit.”

“I did hear it from his cousin,” one guy admitted, glancing at the others. “Why would they lie?”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Because their son is a piece of shit and they’re trying to save face. He drugged me and tried to rape me thinking I would agree to a mating to hide it when his family pushed me. It was insane . He’s locked up in the High Council prison, convicted after the school and witnesses helped the investigation. We didn’t have sex. He sexually assaulted me before someone stopped it and helped.”

“But you don’t have your purity,” yet another guy accused.

“Do you?” I threw right back. “So what? How is that any of your perv business, you sexist pig.”

“So you’re a slut but just not with Gregg? Did he ‘drug’ you after seeing you were easy?” a different asshole accused.

I gasped as someone in the group punched the guy. Everyone backed away and revealed the guy who did it… And the asshole on the floor.

“Shut the fuck up,” my rescuer snarled. “What the fuck is wrong with you that you harass the victim of crimes the High Council ruled on? You’re a stud because you brag about banging tons of women—which is probably bullshit given your personality—and she’s a slut for having any sex? Un-fucking-real. Shut up and stop making all men look bad.”

He looked scary but in a sexy way, standing there at six-two, nicely built like a fighter, light green eyes—pretty even if filled with rage—and short, dirty blond hair. And what he said… Wow.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, grateful but tired of needing saving and that I seemed to be completely helpless too often. That wasn’t okay with me and something I was trying to fix.

Fast.

He gave a swift nod. “No problem. I hate guys like that.”

“You’re fucking dead, Nigel,” the asshole sneered, wiping the blood from his nose.

My rescuer—Nigel—gave the guy a bored look. “Try it. And I suggest you give her an apology before I really get pissed.” He glanced at the group. “All of you. This shit ends. I’ve heard the rumors too, and they all come from that dick’s family after it got out he was convicted as if it was all a mistake. Use your fucking heads and don’t be idiot freshmen. All the upperclassmen knew enough to ignore the rumors.”

I didn’t think that true, but it was a powerful fib because instantly the group went from hostile and bullies to pensive and a bit contrite.

But only a bit.

I got some lame apologies except from the asshole Nigel hit. He flipped us both off and moved closer to Coach Dunham… Who was watching the show with interest instead of doing anything, his assistants as well.

Awesome.

I met his gaze and let him know I’d noted it. He couldn’t have cared less, but I thought it was pretty bad he let a group of guys bully a single female like that.

Nigel glanced around when we were alone. “I guess we’re it. I didn’t think about that, but I might not be able to get a partner in this class again.”

“Sorry. I’m not really good, but I’m fine with it if you don’t mind.”

His lips twitched. “Yeah, I’m fine getting to touch you, Bevin. I won’t be a creep about it but yeah, all guys would be.”

I felt my face flush. “Um, thanks.”

Coach Dunham barked out what we were supposed to be doing and I squared off with Nigel. He didn’t need the pads when I was throwing punches and I didn’t even take offense. I was working on doing them right before putting power behind them.

He was actually a good teacher, showing me tricks and how to visualize for what I wanted. He was better than the assistants even, so I really lucked out getting to work with him.

“I’ll pull my punches, I promise,” he said when it was time to switch. I nodded and put on the protective pads and got into position.

And almost fell over at his first punch. Those weren’t his full ones?

Great, that made me as effective as a damn fly.

That thought bummed me out the rest of class, and while I did my best to keep going and learn what I could, I was ready for the day to be over. When it was time to hit the showers, I was all for it, thanking Nigel again before heading out.

I showered fast and redressed, throwing on basic makeup and leaving my hair down to dry. That was all I had the effort for with my mood. I hurried to get out of there before I ran into any of those other guys and went right to my dorm.

Something nice filled me and tempered my mood when I saw Sergey standing there waiting for me. I went right to him and hugged him.

“Hey, you okay, foxy?” he worried, hugging me back.

I nodded, snuggling in his strong arms. “I’m tired of needing saving and not being able to do much myself. I’m trying. I knew I needed a tutor. I’m focused on training, it’s just…”

“You’re down because you’re looking far uphill and you can’t fast-forward time.”

“Yeah,” I agreed after a moment. “But also, I knew I was na?ve, but I don’t like being this far off the mark on how things would be. Granted, I couldn’t have known to figure in Gregg and the fallout—”

“What happened?” he demanded, grabbing my arms and pulling back so he could see my face. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “A guy stepped in and helped me, but Coach Dunham just let them all gang up on me spewing shit that I was engaged to Gregg and my accusations were bull because I got caught losing my purity with him. I just—how does that even make sense? How can his parents or family just say whatever?”

“You need to call Tracey and get your attorney on whatever; otherwise, this could snowball,” he warned. “They can’t just say stuff like that and make announcements about you . That’s what they’re doing. It’s not just a rumor they’re pushing that you were —whatever, but actually saying you’re engaged. That’s way too far.”

He was right and I hadn’t thought about that. I kissed his cheek, feeling better and that I had a course of action instead of simply accepting it all.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Let’s take a break before tutoring.”

“Yeah, I could use a moment or six,” I admitted.

We went inside and I ignored the looks and whispers, clearly others still talking about what was going on. I decided I didn’t want to wait, calling Tracey and filling her in, asking what she wanted to do.

“I want to kill that fucker and his family,” she immediately replied. “But that’s illegal, so instead I’m going to fuck up their plans and stick it to them. I got this. You take a break today and we’ll handle this part.”

“Thanks, Tracey.”

“No problem.”

I plopped on my bed and let out a sigh. There was too much drama for a Monday and the beginning of the semester. For real.

“I’m going to need those panties,” Sergey said after a few minutes of me being lost in my head.

I pushed up on my elbows and raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sorry?”

He smirked at me. “You wore the skirt, it’s time for me to pay my end, but it would probably ruin your panties, so better to take them off.”

“I thought we were doing tutoring first?”

“I think we both could use the fun.”

I frowned and flopped back to the bed. “Not really feeling in a fun kind of mood.”

He moved onto the bed and over me. “I want those panties, foxy.” He didn’t give me a chance to respond, lowering his face to mine and giving me several sweet kisses. Then he got more intense and I found myself suddenly in the mood for fun.

As long as it was with him.

He moved to sit up and I followed his lips, kneeling on the bed. “Give me the panties, foxy.”

“You’re spoiled,” I grumbled.

“I am and I love it. I spoil you too.”

I nodded. He certainly did, which was why I got off the bed and moved to stand between his legs. “Take them then.”

He groaned, reaching under my skirt without lifting it and sliding them down my legs. I stepped out of them when he tapped each calf, my eyes going wide as he brought them to his face and inhaled. Then he held them up and moaned. “Yeah, we can’t ruin these beauties. I’m dying knowing these were under your skirt.”

“The bra matches,” I blurted, completely turned on and wanting him to be so into me like this.

“Of course, it does because you’re foxy.” He set them aside and licked his lips. “Kneel on the bed, Bevin.”

I didn’t even hesitate, wanting whatever he was up to and bespelled by the intensity in his eyes.

He slid his hand under my skirt and teased my pussy until I orgasmed.

I glanced at him in confusion. “You’ve done that before. What did you study?”

“I’m just getting started,” he promised. “That was the warm-up.” He didn’t even give me a chance to respond, teasing me more… While adding his other hand that came up under my skirt from behind. He was basically hugging my left thigh with the goal of touching everything he couldn’t see under the skirt.

I gasped and grabbed his shoulder as his fingers penetrated me while he still teased me with the other hand. “Oh, oh .”

“Good?” he checked, chuckling when I could only nod. “I’d make it better by sucking on your nipples if I was upgraded to being able to see the girls.”

I almost caved. That sounded amazing but not yet. I liked what I was getting at the moment and his working hard to get more from me. My orgasm overwhelmed me and I dug my nails in his shoulder as I cried out his name.

“Lean forward on your hands,” he ordered. “Do it for me, foxy, and I’ll make it even better. This was what I studied so I could please you.”

I groaned as I did what he wanted, not caring if I mooned him or showed more. He knelt next to me and kept both hands going until I thought he would make me pass out it was so amazing.

But he didn’t stop. I climaxed and he just kept going and going until I was about to cry it was too much and so good. I lost count how many times I came for him, a mess of desire and hormones.

“You’re fucking dripping all over everything and I’ve never been more turned on,” he growled as he brought me again. “You are so perfect, Bevin. That’s it, beg me for more. Demand I please you, foxy.”

Had I been doing that? I couldn’t even tell what I was saying anymore, but I was glad it turned him on.

Finally, he stopped and I collapsed to the bed, twitching and riding the waves of my never-ending orgasms. He clenched and unclenched his hands. “Sorry, they started cramping.”

I burst out laughing in between everything else I was going through. “I cannot believe you just did that to me until your hands cramped and I lost count of how many orgasms.”

“So it was interesting?” he teased.

That was the understatement of the year and I mumbled as much. I shivered as he licked his fingers, not kidding that I’d completely soaked him and part of the comforter.

I smirked at him. “You want to do more than lick it up, right? You want to use it on yourself?”

He shivered. “Don’t tempt me, foxy. You’re all sexed up and delicious, and all I want is to make love to you.”

“No sex yet, but now I want to see it, see you do that because you’re so hot for me,” I confessed, reaching up and undoing the snaps of my halter top. I pulled it down so he saw I was wearing a strapless bra and took off the shirt. I got bold when I saw how much he was into this, rolling off the bed and not only taking off the bra but my skirt as well so I was in nothing but the heels.

Then I got back on the bed and spread my legs so he could see what he’d been playing with for so long.

“I just came in my jeans,” he breathed, eyeing me over like he couldn’t believe I was real.

I licked my lips and glanced at his groin. “Show me. Show me what I do to you, Sergey. I showed you how much I love you touching me.”

So he did. He undid his belt and fly, pulling out his huge fucking dick that was rock hard for me. He leaned forward and moved his fingers over my pussy that was still wet and then used that hand to stroke himself while I watched.

“This is fucking hot,” I moaned, getting excited again.

“Now you know why I love watching you come over and over,” he admitted. “Can I kiss you?”

“After.” I was too riveted by the show, not wanting to miss a second of it. I’d never seen a guy just touch himself outside of porn and right here after pleasing me like that because I asked him to?

Oh yeah, I wanted to see that.

It was stupid hawt when he finished, grunting my name as he made a mess. When it was over he was gasping for air and I was all wound up again, but I’d gotten more than enough turns, so I was focused only on him. I rolled to my knees and leaned in to kiss him.

“I will think of that again and again when I use toys on myself because that was seriously sexy,” I murmured against his lips. “You are fucking sexy.”

“Glad you think so.” He gave me a soft kiss. “You better put something on unless I’m allowed to touch, lick, or bed you, foxy.”

I shivered. “Not yet.”

“Yeah, keep me jonesing for you,” he chuckled.

I actually liked the idea of that. “So I’m an addiction?”

“Oh yeah.”

I slid off the bed and went to my closet, grabbing a short, satin robe and slid it on, not tying it up. “So if we studied like this?”

My answer was his dick going from half hard to fully hard. Nice.

I tied it and headed to the bathroom to clean up, smirking when he was grumbling that he still couldn’t focus if I wore the robe naked. “Do you feel better knowing you won at least?”

“Do I get another sexy skirt and hot outfit?”

I snorted. “I liked wearing what I wore today. Keep spoiling me and I’ll spoil you.” I closed the door behind me and went to the sink.

“But we will have sex eventually, right?” he checked.

I laughed so hard I had to lean on the sink to keep standing. Oh, he was too funny. I really needed that given the day I’d had and I thanked him for it later.

And never answered the question the whole time we studied, ate dinner, or when he walked me back to my room. I could tell he was dying to know, but I decided not to tell him.

I was pretty sure he knew if I was letting him see me naked before we had a real second date. He was just too hot to deny.

And really, really good at pleasing me.