His Little Devil (Alistar Academy #2)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE

LUKE

S he's here. She actually chose to save Wellson's life and be mine. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. Silver has always had a kindness inside of her that her peers don't.

There aren't too many good witches in the world, and I guess now there will be another one turning to the dark.

Frowning, I rub my chest at the thought. This is what I wanted. Silver is mine now.

I watch silently as she looks around. She looks different with the inky strands. I'm going to have to get used to the new hair color.

Shame. I did love the blood-red locks.

Opening a door to the side of my bed, she peeks into the bathroom. I watch as her eyes widen a little, though she doesn't say anything.

My Little Devil is angry at me, but she will move on. Soon I will consume her whole heart and soul and she will forget about her pesky human life.

She continues to look around, and I smirk.

My bedchambers are one of my favorite places in this castle. The black stone walls and the large four poster bed, with the blood-red satin sheets, give me a taste of luxury that I never had before I got this job.

Growing up a poor orphan on the streets in Salem, Massachusetts during the seventeenth century was rough.

Hiding my magic from those who coveted it was even harder. When I was sacrificed at the altar at a young age, I was reborn as an angel, but I knew that life was never for me.

Falling from the sky and becoming the Devil was more my speed.

Silver stops beside the bookshelves and I spot a hint of a smile.

I have shelves full of my favorite reads from over the decades, but I may have snuck in a few of those smutty romances she likes, just in case she joined me.

There is also a nice comfy couch to relax on too. I may be holding her prisoner, but I wanted her to feel comfortable here.

Hell is her home now. It doesn't need to be a prison.

She shuffles over the stone floor and runs her black nails over the back of my leather chair, before sitting on the edge of my wooden desk and giving me a look.

Her face is starting to swell, and I can’t believe I’m actually feeling guilty that I hit her.

It's just because I like seeing her face unblemished. That's all.

Mumbling a healing spell under my breath, I watch as her bruising fades. Silver gasps and places her hand on her cheek.

“So… you’re not really a professor, are you?”

A laugh bubbles out from my chest and I move closer to her. Her silver eyes widen with surprise, and her lips part as I grasp the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to mine.

I have been dying for another taste of her, and now that she’s all mine, I plan to indulge.

She moans softly as the flames between us rise. I have never felt a connection to someone like I do to her. Maybe waiting centuries has something to do with it.

I move my lips from hers and kiss down her neck, leaving small nips and sucks.

She tastes like the sweetest dessert… and mine. Her porcelain skin pinks from my marks, and I can’t wait to really claim her.

To show her the true devil that lies beneath this facade.

“Luke… please,” she whimpers, and it’s music to my ears and cock. She reaches down for my belt, but I grip her wrists tight and shove them away.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” I growl. She squirms below me, and I fight like my Hellhounds are nipping at my ankles to not give in to her allure. I know she is only acting this way due to the darkness enveloping her.

Silver may have had some attraction to me before, when she thought I was her professor.

A lot of women have that type of fantasy, but she never would have acted on it without this push.

Plus, I have a sneaky suspicion my cousin is hanging out in the hall, or close by, enjoying his meal.

I may not have a cause for doing what’s right, but I will wait until her body, soul, and mind are all mine—only mine. Not influenced by a lust spell. Her heart is still conflicted, but not for much longer.

I may not give her what she wants in this moment, but that doesn’t mean I can’t torture her a little. It is a favorite pastime of mine, after all.

I can’t wait to take her to my dungeon.

“Luke, what are you… oh God,” she whimpers, as I slam her back down onto the hard wood and reach up between her thighs. I laugh as I lean over and growl into her ear.

“God won’t help you here, Little Devil.” Her legs shake as I bite down on her collarbone, my fingers slipping beneath the flimsy scrap of cloth she wears under her dress.

I place her fingers into my hair and let her pull as hard as she wants, the pain making me unbearably hard. I move along her body, lifting the material so I may bite her inner thigh, leaving another mark, but not deep enough to break the skin.

Even though my body shakes with the thought of claiming her, it’s not time yet.

But soon.

“Hold on, I haven’t had a meal this delicious in years, and I’m famished,” I growl, before ripping her flimsy panties off, and eating her like I know those boys never did.

Her moans turn to screams as I flip her legs up to my shoulders and bend her in half, licking up all the cream she gives me.

Fuck, my dick is rock hard, and I thrust a few times against the edge of the desk to relieve the pressure. I’m close to making a mess in my pants, like some worked up schoolboy, when we are interrupted.

Someone knocks on the door and I growl. Silver whimpers when I lick her one last time and press a kiss to her abused slit.

“Sir, you’re needed in the office. Time is of the essence,” one of my worms shouts through my door. They know better than to enter my private chambers.

Sighing, I release Silver’s shaking legs. I take in the view of her glazed, sated eyes and move away from her. “To be continued, love.”

“Wait, where are you going? Luke!”

I don’t bother with a response, and slam the heavy door in my wake. Thimon is standing guard in the hall and jolts to attention when I face him.

“Don’t let her leave,” I tell him sternly, and he bows in service. I lock the door with an unbreakable spell, then stride to the office. My cousin, Kane, is leaning against the wall outside, stroking his cock, his eyes are red and he's in a complete state of bliss.

I laugh, rolling my eyes, then leave him to finish his business. Turning the knob to my home office, I slam the door open, not caring that the measly worm jumps out of his skin.

“This better be good, Blackwell, or I may just have Merida cook you for dinner.” He audibly gulps and drops his eyes to the floor.

“Donovan Blake has decided to leave Alistar Academy, Master. Wellson Birch is hanging on by a thread, and Jaxon Arrow’s powers have amplified at an alarming rate. Half the coven are still unconscious, and the rest are angry, lost, and confused. This wasn’t part of the plan, Master.”

I roll my eyes and take a seat behind my desk, licking my lips, still tasting my queen. I wait for him to look me in the eyes and raise my hand to get him to stop his sniveling.

He doesn’t take my warning.

Dropping to his knees and bowing his head, he starts to beg and plead. I find it funny though that he never asks for mercy for his daughter. Only his life.

“Your Lordship, please, I beg of you.”

Yeah, I’ve had enough of this. I slam my fist on my desk and the whole room shakes from the force, stopping this incompetent worm of his sniveling. I take a deep breath and rein in my powers.

“I have heard enough, Blackwell. Silver is mine now, as she was always meant to be. I couldn’t give a fuck about your measly little coven. Give it to Blake and Alara. We all know they have been gunning for it from the beginning. Silver has ascended, as was prophesied. Now she will rule by my side, as my queen. That is my final word on this discussion.”

I stand and walk out of the room, leaving him behind as he cries my name, thanking me for allowing him to breathe another day.

I don’t acknowledge him, and continue on my way. I have more important matters to take care of. First up, a cold shower, with only my fist, memories, and the taste of Silver on my tongue.

SILVER

Luke leaves me breathless and sweaty on his desk, walking from the room and slamming the door. I take a minute to get my legs working then jump off, chasing after him, not caring that I’m now naked.

I grip the door and pull with all my might, but it doesn’t budge. Did he seriously lock me in here? I yell and pound on the wooden door with my fists, but after a few minutes, I give up.

What is wrong with me? How could I let him touch me after what he did to Wellson? And he hit me! Fuck. I just need a few minutes to process things.

Today has been horrific. In fact, this whole week has been. I can feel the darkness pulling me down into the depths, away from what I used to be.

I know I should fight, but after everything, would it be so bad to just give in and give up? My family is gone, my friends will be fine without me, and I hope the guys understand everything I did was for them.

Even though they lied to me and kept secrets, I forgive them. I see red when I think of all they could have warned me about, but I know that they love me.

Turning away from the door, I take in my new surroundings. The large bay window behind the bed terrifies me. Molten lava drips from a volcano, and the sky is just ash and brimstone. There are people walking everywhere, and they are worse for wear. I guess that’s to be expected, since this is Hell.

God, how did my life get so flipped around? I wish I could return to Italy, or maybe Greece. Hang out on the beaches with my sister again. Exploring the underwater caves, or sampling the delicious foods.

I would even take her narcissistic attitude, and being pushed out of the room for the night, so she could fool around with some hot Adonis. As long as she was still breathing, I would do anything.

I close my eyes and picture it.

I don’t think about watching Wellson fall, or the looks of anguish on my guys’ faces. Or laying on the ground as my body felt like I was burning alive.

No, the present doesn’t exist in these few moments. I just need a break from my new reality. Tears fill my eyes and I let them fall.

My hands shake and my chest aches, but I ignore it. Just a few more minutes of escapism before I need to let them all go and accept the darkness. I wipe my eyes and walk over to the large bed. The satin sheets feel cool to the touch, and I collapse on top of them, exhausted.

My eyes feel gritty when I pry them open some hours later. Luke is in bed with me, clutching my back to his chest. His deep slow breaths prove him to be asleep. The red from the firescape gives an eerie glow along the stone walls.

My heart aches, and I'm not sure why. It feels like my chest is trying to rip in half.

Darkness is consuming me, and I'm scared. I know I did this. There was no other choice, but watching Wellson fall as I left him… I could have never sacrificed him.

I hope he's okay. He looked on the edge of death.

Taking in a deep breath, I bite my lip to prevent my sobs.

I know I'm losing my sanity and my soul to Luke's madness.

I don't know how I didn't figure out that he was a liar and a fraud. The journals basically told me exactly who he was, but I was blinded.

Or maybe he spelled me.

I still can’t believe magic is real. Or that I’m in actual Hell. It's not just an expression anymore.

How am I going to get back to the academy? Will Luke ever let me return? What about the stipulations I still need to uphold? Will any of these things even matter to me anymore in a few hours?

I can feel the change coming over me. I know it won’t be much longer. I guess the one good thing about all of this is that Luna and my family aren’t here to see it.

Tears fill my eyes as I think about my parents and siblings one last time. I hope I never forget them and my memories. Even without a soul, I should still have those, right?

Luke groans behind me and cuddles me closer, and I try to relax. My mind won’t stop racing. I’m filled with guilt and sorrow. I let the tears fall as I feel myself finally slip into the darkness.

“There you are,” Luke grumbles with a groan of pleasure, pressing his flesh harder to mine. “You’re mine, Silver Forest.”

I shudder and roll so I can face him. He places a hand on my cheek, and rubs the corner of my eye with his thumb, taking my last show of weakness, wiping it away.

“My perfect Little Devil.”

ARROW

“What do you mean you’re leaving?!” I roar, as Don continues to pack his bags.

He won’t look at me, and I am about to snap. Mumbling under my breath, I say an incantation to freeze his feet to the hardwood flooring.

Clara just left us, and Wells is still in some form of a magical coma. I want to just walk to the edge of town and jump off the cliffs into the ocean.

“I can’t stay here, Arrow. I need to get away. To breathe. My father is the coven's permanent leader now. You know what that'll mean.”

Zipping up his bag, he waves his hand and negates the ice with his fire. Shit! I didn’t think that one through completely.

I blame being fucking exhausted. Silver Forest, I am going to murder you. How could she do this to us… to him.

“She could still come back, Don. Please. I fucking need you, brother. Don’t run away just because things are fucked right now. Where will you even go? It’s not safe!”

Has he lost his fucking mind? The Hunters are out there. The Academy is the only safe place around here.

My temper is flaring, and I need to clench my fists tight to prevent myself from either attacking him or making him have a brain aneurysm. I can feel my powers flaring with my emotions.

“My dad was just given the keys to the kingdom, Arrow. I need to get far away before he comes for me. It’s not forever, just for right now.”

The kitchen door slams open, and I turn to see who it is, but when I spin back around, Don is gone.

“Donovan,” I shout, even though I know he can’t hear me.

I stumble to his bed and sit down. My eyes fill with emotion, but I don’t let them fall. I need to stay strong just a little longer, then I can fall apart and plan my revenge.