His Little Devil (Alistar Academy #2)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

LUKE

T oday has been annoying. I can’t seem to get a moment alone to even take a piss. I’m standing in the bathroom now, with Thimon behind me, asking me questions and checking things off on his tablet.

He's complaining about Silver again, and I'm ready to throttle him. I get it he doesn't like her, but I don't fucking care.

Sighing, I yawn and rub my face, then finish my business and wash my hands. A glance in the mirror shows how tired I am.

I knew that having Silver here would cause some chaos, but I never imagined this extent.

The Council is up my ass about her not being of true blood. I don't give a fuck that her grandmother married a mortal.

She is the one prophesied. She will be beside me on the throne.

Reaching for a hand towel, I quickly dry my hands, and Thimon sighs again.

“Out with it!” I snap, and he drops his eyes to the stone floor.

“Sire, we need to discuss Mistress’ relationship with Master Kane,” Thimon says, making me pause and turn to him.

He’s shaking, and I’d roll my eyes if it wasn’t out of the norm for me. He's always fucking nervous around me.

Kane thinks it's because he's in love with me, but it's probably because my last assistant, his boss, pissed me off, and I chucked him into the volcano.

He knew better than to try to control me. I am the Master around here, and they will bow to my reign, or I will destroy them.

I'm getting worked up, thinking about that little worm and smoke puffs from my nostrils.

Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths, trying to center myself. It's too early to ‘Hulk out’, as Kane likes to describe when I shift into my other form.

Thimon whimpers. Opening my eyes, I glare at him.

“What about it?” I snap and he jumps away from me, closer to the door.

“Well, you see, Sire, she’s been spending a lot of time with him, and the servants are talking…” he trails off, and I groan.

I trust Kane with Silver and anyways after she's wed and bred, I might share my bed with him. But who are they to think they can judge my queen?

I dare them to try and slut shame my Little Devil. It'll be the last thing they do.

“Silver and Kane are friends, and if that was ever to change, it would only matter to me, my bride, and my cousin,” I roar.

The walls shake with the small burst of power I release, and Thimon is about to pass out.

He nods exaggeratedly, and I sigh. He's just an annoying weakling. But he's been the best assistant I've had to date.

“Yes, Master, of course. You’re always right. I’m stupid to have said anything,” he babbles, and I’m over it.

“If that is all, I’d like to rest my eyes for an hour before the Council arrives.” I don't bother waiting for his response.

Opening the bathroom door, I leave him to his chores and head straight for my bedchambers.

My eyes are heavy, and I wouldn’t mind cuddling with my Little Devil. When I enter my room, I freeze.

Silver is wrapped around Kane, and they are both asleep. I should be mad that he’s touching her, but I’m not.

I know that Silver is used to having multiple partners, and though I can be a possessive man, I won’t stop her from having concubines.

But there will be absolutely no breeding. Silver will only have my children.

I need an heir, and she will give it to me, as the prophecy states.

She will be my true queen.

Moving to the other side of the bed, I climb in behind my bride and pull her close to me, breathing her in. She smells sweet, and if I wasn’t so tired, I’d bury my face between her thighs.

I've become addicted to her taste and can't wait for the day where I can kneel before her altar for as long as she permits.

Kane groans, and I quietly laugh. He must have just gotten a hit of my lust.

Silver wiggles, then sighs when I grip her, holding her tighter to me. I never thought I would find someone like her, let alone someone that I would allow in my bed, but she’s thrown all of my expectations out the window since the moment we met.

Their soft breaths and snores have my eyes growing heavier, and I can’t resist the Sandman's pull.

“Enough!” I roar and the room quietens. “I will not listen to another moment of this worthless drivel,” I snap, and ignore the Council getting agitated.

I have wasted three hours listening to their back and forth arguments, and frankly, I just don't fucking care.

“Thimon will write down your requests, and I will be in touch with my decision, but for now, get the fuck out of my sight. Better yet, I'll leave.”

Shoving my chair from the table, I stand, fix my tie and stroll out of my conference room.

Once the door closes behind me, I lean against the hall corridor for a moment and take some deep breaths.

Silver doesn't need to feel my ire. I have plans for us tonight after all. Kane had mentioned that she's feeling restless, and I imagine it's her power.

We need to expel our magic frequently or it can bottle up and cause an itch, before exploding at random.

With her being as powerful as she is we can't have her causing a catastrophe so close to the wedding.

Walking down the hall, I head toward the kitchens. Before I can enter, my phone rings.

“What?” I snap, then groan. I am so over being the ruler of the Underworld.

Somedays I wish that I could just be Professor Luke. Handling lessons and papers from young witches and warlocks. Teaching their young minds.

Not having the whole weight of the Underworld upon my shoulders. Hopefully once Silver is crowned she can help take some of these stupid tasks.

She would enjoy working with the instructors to teach the poor children and new demons.

They can be a handful, but I can see her working with them on their magic and being patient and kind.

I've noticed that she still holds a piece of her humanity and at first I wanted to eliminate that part of her entirely, but now…

“Sire, are you there? Stupid bloody connections. I told you we should have gone with Hellizon.”

“Thimon, get on with it.”

“Sorry, Sire, Bell and Blake are here to talk to you. They insisted on a meeting before portaling back to the Academy. I have them waiting in your office. They claim it's urgent.”

I don't reply and end the call, then stomp toward my office.

I just want one fucking day of peace. I really miss teaching at the Academy. At least those worms had a brain, and didn't let their egos and power cloud their judgment.

When I reach my office, Thimon isn't around, and it's probably for the best. I want to wring his neck right now.

Alara immediately stands and drops to her knees, praising me, and Blake follows suit, but more reluctantly than I'd like.

“You have five minutes,” I snap, and they both stand before attempting to take a seat once more, but I'm not in the mood.

I wave my hands and the leather wing back chairs positioned in front of my desk disappear, causing Alara to fall onto her ass with a squeak.

“Was that really necessary, Master? I have done as you've asked. The Forest heir is now yours to do with as you bid,” Alara snaps, then realizes her misstep and lowers her eyes to the ground as Blake helps her stand back onto her feet.

“Be that as it may, I do not like unscheduled visits. I'd ordered you to leave after the Council meeting, but still here you stand. Now, you have four minutes,” I bark.

Blake moves closer to me, lifting his hands, turning both palms out to me.

“My son is missing. He left the night Silver did, and we can't find a trace of him. We need your expertise, or one of your minions to find him and bring him back to the coven.”

Alara nods, still keeping her eyes on her feet.

“Why do you come to me with childish disobedience? Who am I to care that one of my bride's lovers has disappeared? What's to say that I haven't killed him or have him trapped here in a cage?” I growl.

Blake's eyes widen, and if I wasn't already sure that his soul was black, I would mistake his need for his son's power to return to his side, as him actually caring about his heir’s well-being.

Tobias Blake is powerless. He siphons his power from his children and the coven.

He lost his magic years ago when he crossed me.

“Have you?” Alara says softly, and I grunt.

“I do not care about your needs. Once there is a necessity to have him found, then I will take it into consideration. Your time is up. Leave before I decide to feed you to my hounds. They have been restless lately.”

Alara's skin turns white, and she bows once more before scurrying for the door and running down the hall.

Tobias stares me down, and a tingle runs along my spine at his audacity to try and coerce me.

“Careful now, Tobias. I gave you a warning stripping you of your magic. Next will be your life. Do. Not. Fucking. Test. Me,” I shout, letting my infinite power swirl around us, lowering my glamour and showing him my true form.

He cowers, apologizes, and then takes off after Alara, like the sniveling coward he is.

When they are gone, Thimon returns with his own apologies and a glass of scotch.

He places it on the corner of my desk, his purple hair in disarray, falling into his eyes as he bows his head.

“Leave me,” I order, and as soon as he's gone, I mumble a spell under my breath to prevent anyone except Kane and Silver from entering.

Finally, having a moment of peace, I enjoy my drink and take a seat, facing my empire, outside of my large, glass window.

I bore of that too quickly, and leave my office to go find my Little Devil. When I reach the bedchambers, she's not there.

Stripping off my suit, I enter the bathroom and shower off the day, sighing.

I can't wait until I can retire from this job.

Some days it's not easy being King.

I'm laying in bed when my Little Devil walks in with a tray and two spoons. She's smiling, and I have to stop what I'm doing and take a moment to breathe in the delicious scent of whatever she's made, and her beauty.

Fuck, I'm getting sappy in my old age.

“What do you have there?” I ask as she moves closer, kicking off her shoes before carefully climbing onto the bed and straddling me.

“Merida and I have been baking cakes. I know you've been busy, but I need you to help me pick one for the ceremony.”

Grabbing a spoon, she scoops a small bite of a chocolate concoction and holds it to my lips.

“I'd much rather have you on my tongue,” I say, then open my mouth so she may feed me.

Moving the tray from her hands, I place it on my nightstand table, then grab the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine, forcing them open, so we may share this incredible dessert.

“Delicious,” I mumble against her mouth, then roll her over, so I can lick and kiss along her jaw and collarbone, moving to my favorite place, between her thick thighs.

“Luke,” she moans and I smirk, tweaking her nipple that's trying to break free from the confines of the leather corset she's wearing.

She's the hottest thing and I'll never tire of seeing her piercings. I wonder if she would consider having her clit done, then I could torture her for hours.

Running my hands along her thighs, I push the matching leather skirt up over her stomach and lick a trail down her pelvis to the small satin thong she's wearing.

Her scent is driving me mad, and I know if I don't fuck her and claim her soon, I may go hostile and on a murdering spree.

My cock hardens at the thought of taking my bride as she's covered in her enemies’ blood.

I'd gladly gift her Tobias Blake and Alara Bell's heads on a platter, if that would make her happy.

There are many other powerful witches to replace them.

“Fuckkkk.” My Little Devil whimpers when I shove two fingers into her tight heat, pushing her thong inside of her at the same time.

My cock weeps at how silken she feels inside, and I can't wait until our wedding night when I can finally show her the true beast behind my glamour.

I just hope she's ready.

It doesn't take long for her to lose control and beg me for more. Shifting back, I remove my fingers and lift her hips, so I can pull her destroyed garment off.

“Please, Luke, I need you,” she moans, as I lean down and gently blow over her swollen clit, before nipping it with my teeth.

“Patience, my Little Devil. When I take you, it will be with my ring on your finger, and my soul bound to yours.”

A whimper leaves her lips at my words, and I don't waste any time before thrusting two fingers into her in a smooth, rough motion before curling them in a ‘come here motion’, really paying attention to her G-spot.

The moment my lips touch her clit and I give a gentle suckle, she explodes, crying out my name and praising God once more.

When will she learn that I am her God?

I laugh and shake my head, nuzzling my facial hair into her pussy, scenting myself, so no one will ever disclaim that she is mine.

And she is… Silver Forest has always been mine.