His Little Devil (Alistar Academy #2)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

SILVER

I feel a pull in my heart when Luke asks me to marry him. I never pictured being proposed to like this. Closing my eyes, I listen to him tell me what he sees for the future, and I can’t say that I hate it either.

Do I want to be his broodmare? Fuck no, but I have always wanted to be a mom. Though I worry I won’t be a good one, since I no longer have a soul.

Opening my eyes, I nod. I was going to actually say yes, but he kisses me before my lips can part and I can speak the words. With a swipe of his arm, he shoves all the dishes and cutlery aside, not caring when glass shatters onto the floor. Then he pushes my chair back, grabs me, and tosses me onto the table in front of him.

“Now, since you're being a good girl, I'll get back to my breakfast,” he says, then winks and lowers his head between my legs.

The lingerie that Layna laid out for me doesn’t offer much coverage, and with one tug on the side, Luke has my second pair of panties shredded. I gasp then moan as his hot tongue circles my clit.

“Mmm,” I sigh, and he rubs his scruff against my thighs. He works me up again until I’m wiggling and can’t sit still. He better let me come this time, or I may stab him in his monster cock with a dull fork.

“You taste like the perfect sin, Little Devil,” he coos, and I shout out when a sticky substance drizzles along my center.

“Did you just pour honey on me?” I whimper, and he laughs, licking up the mess he made.

“So sweet,” he groans, and my eyes roll back. I’m so close…

“Fuck, Luke,” I shout, and he sucks my clit harder, making one orgasm roll into the next. “Please, please,” I sob when he doesn’t let up.

“One more, Little Devil,” he growls, thrusting his fingers inside of me as I’m still clenching. I don’t know how many fingers he’s using, but I feel so full.

“So fucking tight. I’m going to stretch you out so you can take my cock like my good little slut.” My back arches, and I can feel myself gushing all over my thighs, his face and fingers. All that build up from this morning makes me tingle and I sigh, stretching my arms above my head with a smile.

The room starts to spin, and sparks fly above my head, before everything goes dark.

“What the hell?” I shout as Luke laughs and footsteps sound through the room. There is a faint glow through some heavy curtains, but I can’t see anyone.

“Well, that’s one way to get my attention, cousin,” a man with a deep voice says. I yelp, quickly trying to close my legs and cover myself when some candles are lit. Luke grips my hips, spreading me wider, and a man comes closer to us.

“Don’t worry about being modest with me, love. I’m an Incubus,” he says, and my eyes widen as I watch his gaze turn blood-red. My core clenches, and I moan.

“Cut the lust, Kane. We have shit to do today, and you’ve eaten enough,” Luke growls, then stands from his chair and leans down to give me a dirty kiss.

“It was nice meeting you, my queen. I’ll be off. Many to torture, some to kill,” he mutters and walks off.

“Well, he’s an interesting character,” I say, breathless, and Luke grunts.

“Yes, well, he’s family, and about the only man I trust around you. So I would say you should try to get used to him, but you can never truly get used to Kane,” he mumbles, then scratches his face and offers me his hand.

“How about I run us a bath, and then we can take a nap? We have a busy night ahead of us.”

I nod and let him lead me back to our bedchambers. I’m glad he’s with me because I would get completely lost in this place. It’s nothing like the cottage. I don’t know if I will ever consider this place home.

ARROW

Light shines in from Wellson’s window, and it pulls me out of a weird dream.

Luke and Silver were fucking on top of a table, covered in breakfast foods.

Fuck, I'm exhausted, my dick is hard, and I need to eat.

My back aches, and I know that I need to leave this room, shower, and sleep in my actual bed, but I can’t leave him. I’m close to saying fuck everything and move in here with Wellson.

Placing my book on the corner of his bed, I stand and stretch. My head is pounding, but I know it’s a mixture of all the visions I’ve been having, and the fifth of Jack Daniels I had for dinner last night. It’s not like anyone is around to see me spiral.

I was hoping Don would have realized that we were stronger together and come back, but by the sound of silence surrounding me, I’m going to take a wild guess that I’m still all alone.

Sighing, I glance back at Wells one more time, then leave his room and head toward the shower.

Silver’s shit is still all around me, and I don’t hesitate in grabbing her whipped body butter and chucking it into the mirror, shattering the glass.

“Fuck you! You bitch!” I roar, then fall to my knees and try to catch my breath.

My chest is heaving, but that’s not what’s bothering me. My heart is broken, and I feel fucking played with and betrayed. Not only by the girl with silver eyes, but my best friend, my brother.

How could he just leave when shit got hard? Were Wells and I really that inconsequential to him? So much for ‘family for life’. It’s all bullshit.

Leaning my head back, I roar to the ceiling and grip my hair tight, then take a few breaths and climb to my feet.

Stripping off my dirty clothes, I step into the shower and turn the water on, trying not to think about the time when Silver slipped in behind me and tried to get me to fuck her. Maybe I should have just done it. Gotten it over and done with. Maybe then I wouldn’t be here still pining for her.

Bending my head, I let the hot water beat against my neck and shoulders. I know I could just use a massage spell, but I don’t deserve it right now. Not when my best friend is laying in his bed in a coma. I grab some shampoo, not caring who it belongs to. It’s not like anyone is here to yell at me anyways.

Once I’m clean, I turn the water off and open the shower door. I really should restore the mirror and clean up this mess. I know that Liza, Jade, or Clara will be by at some point. They don’t need to see evidence of my breakdown.

I mutter some stupid rhyme my mom taught me to clean my room with and wave my hand, then grab a towel, before leaving the bathroom. I ignore the basket of muffins on the counter and walk to the fridge.

“Damn! We need to go to the store,” I mutter, then laugh, shaking my head. It’s not like we need to hide our spells anymore.

I close my eyes and picture the items I need from the store, and snap my fingers with a click of my tongue. The shelves fill, and I grab a peach Greek yogurt, then slam the door and look for a spoon. I snatch another bottle of whiskey and walk back toward my room.

I don’t dawdle, as I quickly dress in another pair of sweats, not bothering with a shirt, then return to Wells. He still hasn’t moved and I sigh, dropping my shit onto his nightstand table.

“I hope you wake up soon, brother. I fucking miss you, and I need you here to help me put out this dumpster fire,” I grumble, then drop back into his armchair.

Closing my eyes, I sigh and try to clear my head. “Where are you, Don?” I mutter, picturing him in my mind. I know he’s trying to block me. His shields are up, but what he doesn’t know is that since Silver ascended, our powers are amplified, and she connected us all.

Even that creep, Luke.

Tingles run up my spine and I clench my teeth when Don comes into view. He’s in a car, parked in front of a non-descript motel. He looks fucking wrecked, and for a moment, I feel pity for him, but then I remember he left me, and that sympathy disappears.

He’s drinking a bottle of something and trying to call Silver, but she won’t answer.

She’s in Hell. I doubt they have cell reception there. Watching him is pissing me off, so I open my eyes and crack the seal on the bottle of Jack.

Now that I know he’s safe, I think I’ll drink myself into a nap.

DONOVAN

The moment Silver stepped into that portal, shooting me a look of goodbye, I knew I would never be the same. Wells collapsing into my arms didn’t help matters either.

As soon as I knew he was going to live, I got the fuck away from Alistar Academy. For the first time in my life, I was selfish.

I packed a bag and didn't even bother changing out of my suit from the ball, not giving a shit about the attention it caused me. I made a portal from my room to outside by the garage, then jumped into my SUV and started to drive.

I had no destination in mind, just that I needed to get away from there. Away from the place where I envisioned a life. A family.

Only stopping for gas and snacks, I drove until I reached a small beach town on the coast of California. After having a breakdown in a parking lot, and blowing up Silver’s phone, I did a simple spell to conjure up a place to rent and a bed to sleep on. I planned to leave the next day, but the little town enchanted me.

There’s just something about it that appeals to me. Leaving the condo, I walk across the street to a beach bar. I doubt I’ll be able to get a drink at this hour, but maybe they serve breakfast. I’m starving, and beyond the point of hungover.

There is a little girl playing in the sand underneath a huge umbrella. She seems to be alone, and I don’t know how I feel about that. She can’t be older than seven. I walk closer to her, and sigh when I see that she’s face-timing someone I assume is her mom.

She’s behind a bar working, but still keeping an eye on her kid. I leave her be and continue on to the bar.

“Hi, sit anywhere there’s room, handsome,” the waitress shouts, and I nod, shuffling over to an empty stool in the corner.

This place is busy for a weekday morning. There is a standing menu holder, and I grab one of the large laminated rectangles.

The aroma of fried eggs and bacon has my stomach gurgling, and feeling a little queasy. Maybe I need to move away from the kitchen. Deciding to do just that, I put the menu back and stand. “Oh, are you leaving?” the woman from the tablet says with a bright smile.

“I was going to move closer to the bar,” I grunt, then point at a lone chair. She nods, turning and walking that way.

“I don’t blame you at all. Sometimes that kitchen can get so hot, and the smells of the grease can be unsettling. How about I make you a Bloody Mary, and give you a few minutes to look over the menu?” she says, and I find myself smiling for the first time since Silver danced with me at the ball.

“I’m Myah, and I’ll be right back,” she says, then shoots me a wink and walks off to help someone else.

“You must be new,” the man beside me grunts, giving me a stern look. I try to keep my expression pleasant and nod. I offer my hand for him to shake too. I don’t need the locals kicking me out of their town. I feel like I can actually breathe here, and I’m not ready to leave.

“I’m Don,” I say when he shakes my hand.

“Frank,” he grumbles, then points toward the menu. “Get the breakfast scramble, and stay away from Myah. She’s been through the ringer with a man just like you,” he warns, and I actually laugh.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Sir. I just had my heart pulverized and I have no plans to entertain anyone for a long time.” He stares at me for a minute, looking to see any lies in my words, then nods and gives me a grin.

“Good.”

“Hey, I’m sorry that took so long. Here is your drink,” Myah says, returning to the bar with my Bloody Mary, and a tablet. She’s smiling into the screen, and I can hear a small voice say, “Who is that, Mama? He’s handsome.”

I choke on my drink, and Frank hands me a napkin as Myah scolds her daughter, whose name is Mylie.

“I am so sorry about that. She’s seven and thinks she’s a teenager.” She apologizes to me, but I wave my hand in the air.

“Don’t worry about it. I saw her out on the beach on my way here.”

Myah blushes, and pushes some of her blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah, I’m a single mom, and there isn’t any school this week due to Christmas break, so she’s going to hang out here. But enough about me, what can I get you to eat?”

She taps her tablet when I tell her I’ll get the breakfast scramble, then she rushes off, still avoiding my eyes.

“Are you sure you’re not on the market?” Frank mumbles, and I groan, running my hand against my face. I’m scruffy and need to shave.

“Yeah, I can promise you I am not dating again for a long time,” I say, and he looks off into space for a moment, then smiles, nodding.

“Let’s keep it that way.”

Closing my eyes, I let the sounds of the ocean consume me, and try not to think about the woman with metallic eyes, who owns my body, heart, and soul.