His Little Devil (Alistar Academy #2)

Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

SILVER

T he last few weeks have been amazing. If I’d known marrying Luke would be like this then maybe I wouldn’t have waited so long. Not that he gave me much choice as to marry him.

Opening my eyes, I can’t keep the smile off my face. Last night was incredible, and my body is sore in all the right places. I think maybe later we should take advantage of that huge bathtub we have.

“Good morning, Little Devil, did you sleep well?” my husband says and I laugh, rolling my eyes at the smugness in his tone. Luke seems to be insatiable since the night of our wedding. It doesn’t matter when or where.

Hell, the other day he bent me over outside in front of all of his tortured souls, just so he could taste himself, as it dripped down my thighs, from him fucking me not even an hour earlier.

He seems obsessed with breeding me and after months of foreplay, I'm not complaining.

Leaning over me he seems excited about something. Pursing my lips, I give him a look.

“What do you have up your sleeve?” I accuse, and he acts surprised.

“What? Me? Nothing except staying in this bed with you all day,” he mumbles before leaning down and kissing me.

Laughing against his lips, I gently push him back.

“I don’t think Kane will like that very much. We have lessons today. He’s teaching me to make a protective shield out of silicone.”

Luke shakes his head. “Kane is top side today. Something came up, so you are all mine, Little Devil.”

I try not to show how upset that makes me as he leans closer and attacks my lips with a passionate vengeance.

I kiss him back and don't stop him as he moves lower until his face is between my thighs.

I try to give in and let go, but honestly I'm mad.

After learning to do a transportation spell the other day, I was excited for Kane to teach me more.

I enjoy our time together, and I feel as though Luke is purposely trying to keep us apart for some reason.

He told me that Kane was welcome in our bed, so why now is he sending him on bullshit errands?

And how come he gets to leave so often when I'm stuck here in this molten wasteland.

Okay the castle isn't so bad now that Luke has allowed me to make some modifications, but I miss fresh air and going to classes.

Talking to people who don't drop down onto their knees, bowing when I enter a room.

I know this is now my home, but surely we could leave here. Even if just for a vacation. Though I do wish I could return to the Academy.

I know it's pointless now to follow Mr. Blackwell's instructions, since I haven't been attending lessons, and I didn't marry one of the three bloodlines, though I would have.

Ugh, Luke growls against my clit, pulling me back into this moment and my toes curl.

“Mine,” he grunts, shoving two fingers inside of me, making me whimper. I'm close, but I know he's only trying to distract me.

Gripping his hair tight in my fist, I yank him off of me and roll him onto his back. “Little Devil,” he hisses, but I'm not having it.

Straddling him, I grip his cock and pump it a few times then place him at my entrance. I'm dripping with saliva and juices, but still it's a tight fit.

“Damn it, babe,” he groans, shifting his hips, pushing me down another inch. Sweat beads along my spine, and I sit up, relaxing, so I can take him completely.

“Luke,” I pant and he growls again, his nostrils flaring and eyes turning dark. I know his beast is fighting to come out and play, but right now I am in control.

“I want to go on a vacation,” I moan as I swirl my hips, riding him slowly. His hands grip my asscheeks hard, digging his nails into the flesh.

I'm starting to think he's obsessed with my ass, but I still haven't let him fuck me there. I'm waiting until Kane joins us.

“Little Devil, you know we can't leave,” he grunts as I lean forward and dig my nails into his chest, drawing blood.

I don't know what it is lately, but I get so hot when he bleeds for me.

“We can't or is it you just won't let me leave?” I ask him, hovering my lips against his until he can't take the teasing any longer and flips me back over and dominates me.

With a snap of his hips he's so deep and I can't help but scream. He's so big I feel like he's going to rip me at the seams one of these days.

“Such a tight little pussy,” he grunts, fucking into me faster, making me see stars.

No, there are literal stars exploding around us as we rut into each other. Kane explained it was our powers connecting as one.

That when true soulmates join there can be a mass explosion of power or a mate mark will appear.

I haven't noticed any marks, besides the bruises in the shape of his fingers that is. Which I wear proudly. I love the way he clings to me as if he's afraid I'm going to disappear.

“So perfect. My Little Devil,” he roars as he moves harder and faster, setting off my orgasm and his.

His beast flashes in and out of his eyes, and when he grows larger inside of me, I can't help the whimpers and moans that escape my lips as he lets his monster knot me and breed me.

Fuck, it should be so wrong, but all it does is make me arch my back and cling my nails into his skin holding him as close to me as possible while he snarls and growls.

I've never been one of those girls that enjoyed reading shifter books and knots kinda freaked me out, but once you experience it there's no going back.

A knock on the door rouses me. Luke is now behind me with his cock firmly placed inside of me while I slept.

He's drawing lines over my stomach with his finger and placing kisses onto my shoulder.

“Was I too rough?” he mumbles, shoving his face into my hair, breathing me in. Sighing, I stretch my arms out toward the edge of the bed and groan.

“No, but I think it's time to try out that bathtub. Join me?”

There's another knock and Luke grumbles, letting me go and pulling away from me. He doesn't bother dressing and that makes me mad.

Closing my eyes, I picture him wearing some pants, and his laughter makes me look at him.

“Okay I get the memo, Little Devil, but what's with the clown bottoms?”

My eyes are wide, and my mouth is open.

“I was trying to give you sweatpants, not a clown costume,” I mumble, shocked and he continues to laugh, moving toward the door to see who was there.

Luc pops his head out of his cat tree, hissing at him as he passes.

“Luc, stop being a brat,” I scold, and Luke laughs.

Bending down, he swoops him up into his arms and carries him to the door.

“I think we may need to rename him, Little Devil. This is getting confusing,” he mumbles, and I groan.

“Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing.”

Finally opening the door, I spot Merida standing with a tray of food for us and with a wave of Luke’s hand, he teleports it onto the space beside me, then hands the cat to her.

“It's time for his medicine and bath,” he tells her and she nods.

“I would have portaled him out of the room, but there is a huge tiger running amok,” he grumbles, and I laugh.

“Why does he need a bath? Cats bathe themselves, babe.”

“It's his punishment for shitting in my shoes,” he snarls with a menacing grin on his face as he pats Luc on the head.

“Oh, um, okay. Thanks, Merida,” I say and give her a small wave, making sure my body is covered with the top sheet.

Not that she hasn't seen me naked, but it's still awkward.

“Anytime, honey, but I will say that pesky tiger is a joy to have around. He's kept the kitchen sprites away from my sweets,” she says with a smile, then snaps her fingers and disappears.

I smile thinking of the cuddly monster, roaming the halls.

I've become quite fond of Michel. He's not as scary as the servants seem to think. He's soft and cuddly, and I have found myself playing fetch with him out in the gardens a few times now.

I wonder if I can convince Luke to get me one of my own. I once saw a black tiger with stripes. It had a melanin deficiency or something, but it was incredible. I want one of them.

Once the door is closed, Luke walks into the bathroom to start the bath. Due to the size it takes a little while to fill.

I'm sure we could use magic to do it, but call me old fashioned, I like doing things the mortal way.

Looking over the food, my stomach grumbles, and I moan after biting into the fluffiest French toast I have ever eaten.

“Mmm,” I groan after devouring my portion and digging into the scrambled eggs and fruit.

By the time Luke joins me my food is demolished, and I'm fighting not to eat his bacon.

“Water's ready,” he tells me, moving over to my side of the bed, scooping me up into his arms, and carrying me like his bride until we reach the tub.

A gasp escapes my lips and I smile. “Luke, this is incredible,” I praise him. He's covered the room with candles and the giant tub is full of the most delicious smelling bubbles.

“Enjoy, Little Devil, I'll be back to wash your hair.”

I reach out for him to stay, but he just laughs and kisses my forehead.

“I'm going to eat, I'll be back.”

Nodding, I sigh as he lays me into the water. “Oh my God,” I groan as the magical water consumes my body and massages my sore muscles. “This is heaven. I don't think I ever want to leave,” I mumble, and Luke laughs from the doorway.

The tray with his breakfast is floating in front of him, and he's chomping on a piece of crispy bacon, watching me.

He's ditched the clown pants, thank God, and his dick is growing harder the more I look at him.

Snapping his fingers, the food disappears, and he prowls toward me with that look in his eyes.

Moving into the water, he flips us until I'm straddling him and without any hesitation he's inside of me again, pumping his hips slowly making my insides tremble.

“Now this is Heaven,” he growls, and I can't help, but to agree with him.

LUKE

“Sire, we have matters to attend to at Alistar Academy,” Thimon says, barging into my office interrupting my moment with my wife.

“Out!” I bark, and he lifts his eyes from that fucking tablet he has glued to his hands, and his gaze widens as he notices me on my knees for my queen.

“Oh, I think I'm going to be sick,” he whimpers, running from the room.

“Is he always so dramatic?” Silver asks, running her nails through my hair, pulling me back between her legs.

I don't think I will ever tire of pleasing my wife. If she requested me to live on my knees and between her thighs for eternity I would.

Her scent is my aphrodisiac, and her moans are my symphony.

Licking her once more, I hum as she fights to stay seated.

It's been three weeks now since the wedding, and I still haven't received any clues or visions of our child being conceived.

I don't know what else to do. I give her a daily tonic with her breakfast to help her fertility and I've been drinking goat's blood to help my seed.

I have never struggled to impregnate a woman before and I'm wondering if I'm being punished now.

Silver is my true queen. The only woman I have deemed worthy of being my bride. She will be the perfect mother to my heir, and he will be the Star chosen, leading our coven to victory against the Hunters.

It's been prophesied, but what wasn't announced is when Silver and I will have this child.

I know she's getting antsy and wants to return to the Academy. I've been thinking about it, and once she is pregnant, I will grant her that wish.

She may frolick once more with her lovers and Kane. I will even return to teaching those mindless minions.

I could use a break from all the torturing and the heat. I wouldn't mind Salem's weather.

But first I must impregnate my wife, who seems to have some form of chastity belt on her damn uterus.

Silver moans, coming hard on my tongue, and I don't give her a moment to come down from her orgasm.

Standing, I grab her around the waist and spin her, bending her luscious ass over my desk and giving it a smack before thrusting hard and deep inside of her.

It doesn't take me long until that familiar tingle is running along my spine, and I'm filling her full of my cum.

We don't have time for me to knot her, so I'll just have to hope plugging her will work.

Closing my eyes, I conjure the perfect plug for my Little Devil, then slide out and slip it in before any of my swimmers gets a chance to run away.

“Damn, that's not what I came in here for,” Silver pants, and I turn her around so I can kiss her lips.

I'm addicted to this woman and I know I told her, and convinced myself I could share, but it's going to be hard.

“Don't lie. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you walked into my office wearing that short skirt and crop-top.”

Batting her eyelashes, she flicks her black hair over her shoulder and smiles.

“Can you blame me? I'm so bored, and Kane isn't here again,” she says with a pout, and I sigh.

“Not this again. How about I portal Clara or Jade here? You can hang out. Do whatever you want for the evening? It seems I'm going to be away anyways.”

Looking up at me she shrugs and then bites her bottom lip and nods.

“Can you also give Merida the night off? I know how you feel about us spending time with the ‘help’, but she's very sweet and like my only friend down here.”

Rubbing my temples, I agree and give her one more kiss before she skips out of my office.

Thimon is waiting in the hall and I can tell he's about to complain and throw a tantrum, but I'm really sick of his attitude. Maybe it's time to get a new assistant…

“Enough!” I roar, shaking the walls and he swallows before dropping his eyes to my feet. “You have become way too comfortable and complacent in my opinion, Thimonous!”

Looking up at me with tears in his beady eyes, he drops to his knees and begins to sob, begging me to spare him.

Fuck, I do not need this right now. Leaving him to his woes. I snap my fingers and transport myself to the portal on the side of Mount Nightmare.

Stepping through, I close my eyes and make sure my mask is firmly in place. Kane said Silver is making me more human, but that's only for her.

“Master,” Alara Bell shouts before dropping to her knees, bowing to me. I don't give her more than a customary glance before stepping around her and taking the seat behind her desk.

“Why am I here?” I grunt. She climbs back to her feet, and moves closer to me, stopping just before she gets into my personal space.

Her desperation is pitiful and not appreciated.

“We need your help, since you eliminated Blackwell and his daughter during your nuptials. Which were absolutely stunning by the way. I'm so honored to have been a guest,” she babbles on about Silver's dress and us being a gracious host, and I am tiring of her sniveling.

“Get to it, Alara,” I snap, and she shuts her mouth. Her shoulders tremble, and I breathe in her fear with a smile.

“Yes, well you need to appoint a new Council member to replace him.”

“And this needed my immediate attention?” I snarl watching as she quivers.

“We have many matters to attend to, Master. We need someone to handle them.”

“Who has been training for his position?”

Thimon would be handy at the moment, but he's still in the doghouse so to speak.

“Jaxson Arrow. He's due to graduate next month with high honors,” she mumbles and squeaks as my nostrils flare black smoke, clouding her small office.

Just his name makes me grind my teeth. If he was to be appointed he would have access to my home and wife…

“See that it's done!” I growl, showing her how unpleasant she's made me, then stand from her chair and portal home.

I don't know how much longer I'm going to have with just my wife and I. I'm not going to take any time for granted.

SILVER

“It is so good to see you. I have missed our sleepovers,” Jade says as she pops a piece of caramel popcorn in her mouth.

“I'm shocked that Luke said we could have a sleepover to begin with,” Clara comments as she scrolls through the movies on WITCHFLIX. There is a good selection, but I've seen most of them.

I've been spending a lot of time in the bedroom lately.

Sighing, I lean back against the bed and frown.

“Merida, will you please settle and just enjoy your night off,” I say and she stops fluffing all the pillows and rearranging the sleeping cots.

“Sorry, I'm not used to having a break, but I'll try. It was very nice of the Master to include me.”

She sits on one of the cots and twiddles her thumbs. She's practically vibrating with energy.

“So what should we do first? We can do nails, facials, oh!” Jade squeals and I jump.

“You're a witch now. We can do spells and potions and no offense, babe, but we need to do something with your hair.”

Clara's nodding in agreement. Lifting a piece of my dark hair with my fingers, I look at the inky color.

I mean the red was nice and reminded me of Luna, but the black has grown on me.

What the hell!

“Okay, let's do it.”

Climbing off the bed, I move into my bathroom, and Jade follows. When I step inside and turn the lights on, she gasps.

“Holy shit. Like… Holy fuck, Silver. You've been holding out on me. I say after this we conjure bikinis and jump in that tub.”

Laughing, I dig under the cabinet for some dark color towels. I can only imagine what the red dye will do to the nice linens we have.

Luke has a thing for extravagant luxuries, but I'm not complaining. I've quite enjoyed the million thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and the body washes from Paris.

“Um, babes, what are you doing?” Jade asks with a laugh.

“Aren't we dying my hair?”

“Ah, yeah, with a spell. No mess. No fuss.”

Snapping her fingers, she mutters something under her breath and my hair turns a beautiful shade of red.

Not quite like my natural, but it's pretty. Glancing in the mirror, I smile, then frown.

This is the old Silver. The one who was in love with three boys and lived in a cottage under false pretenses. This is the old me.

“Please change it back, Jade,” I whisper, and she pauses. She was fluffing up my hair and talking about the bathtub again, while I was having my inner breakout.

“You don't like it?” Pouting, she mumbles and snaps again. The dark strands return and I take in a deep breath. This is meant to be my color now.

“Thanks.”