Wicked Heirs (Electi Academy #1)

6. ~Talon~

6

~Talon~

Hatred was a powerful thing.

Just like rage.

It fueled you.

It made you strong.

And the biggest deal for me? It gave me a reason to keep on going.

When that rage and hatred was directed into a whole lot of vengeance, it was like a drug coursing through your fucking veins.

It gave me strength that would likely otherwise have been sucked out of me after that hell of three years back.

The time that had changed me forever.

From the happy-go-lucky kid to a jaded, miserable fucker.

The time when I’d lost everything in a single moment.

That loss had happened at the hands of those more powerful.

They’d stripped it all away like it had been nothing of consequence.

Just because they fucking well could.

I’d managed to move forward, to move on with my life—albeit not without that nagging need for vengeance with me through every breath I took—for the last couple of years since I’d been at Electi Academy.

Until she’d walked in through its doors.

Until Alena Rose had started walking the hallowed halls.

Seeing her here, it had opened up something else that I’d fought for so long to deny.

Pain.

It had brought that back for me.

I needed the bitch gone.

Ore was with me on it.

We’d even started on that path with her two days ago. We’d made the first dent.

She hadn’t been down to the cafeteria since.

It must’ve worked then.

When I’d asked Ore if he’d laid down the law and gotten under her skin and into her pretty little head like we’d planned, he’d been vague saying he’d done what had needed to be done to lay the groundwork. Whatever that meant.

It didn’t matter, I trusted him completely.

It likely meant he’d had a setback with her and he hadn’t wanted to tell me, because he hated the idea of failure and of not progressing with something he set his focus on.

But he’d fix whatever it really was.

He always did.

For now, I was trying to acclimate to the daughter of that cunt being here at Electi Academy, right in my space, where I’d see her day in and day out—at least until Ore got her the hell out of here.

And one of the ways I acclimated was flying.

I would partially shift, just to my fiery wings and soar over the thirty-acre campus.

I wasn’t allowed to go beyond that and I physically couldn’t with the ward surrounding the whole place, that we called the dome . It did mean that I couldn’t use my uber speed to anywhere close to its fullest, but at least it was something.

At least I could soar above the stone walls, the turrets, above the trees, everything and everyone, and reach that headspace of letting go and just… being.

A shudder took me as I flew over the above ground swimming pool. I hated being immersed in water. The most I could handle was a quick shower in the morning.

Clearly the universe was in the mood to screw with me, because in the next moment I felt a droplet of rain hit my left wing.

Another hit my head, my right wing, my back, and then it was pouring down, turning goddamn torrential.

Shit-tastic.

I descended quickly, coming in for a jarring landing.

Managing to offset it by crouching low as I hit the asphalt, I only stumbled a little in my step. Then I tucked my wings away and checked my surroundings.

The courtyard was empty because of the downpour. Perfect.

I called my phoenix fire forth for a second and a rush of delicious heat surged through me, drying me in an instant, my clothes, hair, and skin alike.

Much better.

I wasn’t supposed to unleash my phoenix fire in any way, except under the watchful eye of our professors during classes related to spellcasting and fire manipulation. It was so potent that it would severely burn others. If I unleashed it at full force it would actually incinerate.

But I had a good handle on it these days so I’d known it would be fine. So long as I didn’t get super angry. Yeah, that was a whole other story.

The reason I had control over it had nothing to do with Electi Academy and the teachings here because there were so many repressive rules making that impossible. It was because of Orpheus and Obsidian.

Through creating a powerful illusion and a glamour, we were able to venture out to the edge of the campus grounds where the faculty didn’t go and be free with our powers and abilities. Just like we would be doing during the Kick Off in a couple of days. It also helped that Orpheus had struck up an alliance with Professor Callum Cornwell, a sorcerer, who believed in what we were doing and ran interference for us whenever Obsidian had these nights of liberation . He’d also helped me with my pyrokinesis when I’d first been learning to wield it. I’d lost my parents before they could get to a good point in my training, unfortunately. While Ore was good at a lot of things and well-schooled in things that were even outside of his own abilities, my powers were a lot different, and not something he’d been familiar enough with at the time. Of course, that had changed over the years as I’d become confident enough to wield them more, and he’d kind of learned about it along with me.

I strode back into the building, making my way to my chambers.

There were a lot of students milling about soaked to the bone from being outside when the downpour had started. I could smell the rain and dampness all over. I hated it.

Best to stay in my suite until things dried up and it was all over.

I hurried up one side of the double staircase, taking the steps two at a time.

A bunch of students were moving their things back in, bags dragging or being levitated with their magic, others carrying boxes piled high easily with their super strength too.

This was the final day for everyone to head back in. The halls would no longer be empty, the place no longer with that eerie silent feel to it.

Finally.

We’d be busy again with classes. Just how I liked it. There was too much time to think otherwise.

I’d been hanging with my boys and keeping busy watching my action movies, then flying too, but being chock-a-block busy would be much better for me. And I wouldn’t have to worry so much about Ore and X being unable to hang because they were doing their own thing. I’d have other things to keep me occupied, my classes and studies.

I made it to my chambers and pressed my hand to the purple glowing film over my door. It was a ward that Ore had made for me. It dropped when it sensed me and then went back up once I was inside. As I could wield fire but not other magic, he’d sorted it for me. Other students without magical abilities like his and X’s, just had an ordinary lock, but Ore always wanted me to have the best. He was attentive and sweet like that—although he’d never admit it and he’d hate for that to even be stated.

I smiled to myself at the thought, then walked inside my chambers.

A bunch of posters of some of my favorite action movies covered the boring beige walls, something that always made me smile and gave me comfort when I walked on in to my own space. I liked the distraction of them and they kind of kept me company when I was alone—I hated being alone, it didn’t sit well with me at all. It made me nervous. Orpheus said it was something to do with my abandonment issues. All I knew was that I didn’t care for it.

My double bed over by the window was unmade as I’d forgot I’d left it, the red sheets all mussed and one of my pillows half off the bed.

In the small lounge area to the left of the door, I had a bunch of papers and a book I was supposed to have read four chapters of so far—I’d only made it through one—strewn over the circular mahogany coffee table, along with a half-eaten nectarine I’d been munching on before I’d gotten bored and unfocused and needed to take a break. Oops.

I pulled off my boots and tossed them near my closet, then I shrugged off my black biker jacket with the golden studs and spikes and slung it over the back of my chair in front of my desk.

And then I snatched the remote of my nightstand and belly flopped onto my bed.

I was just about to turn on a movie from years ago, Expendables, the one I’d made it halfway through until the itch to go flying had taken me over, but before I could even manage that, a spark of that familiar purple shimmering magic erupted by the door.

And then it flew open and Orpheus strode on in looking all out of sorts and stressed out.

I rolled over and sat up.

“I need you,” he announced, unbuckling his belt as he neared me.

His signature cloves scent reached me and I breathed in deeply, savoring it.

“Again?”

“Problem?”

“Hell, no. It’s just not like you. It’s been two days straight and four times each of those days. More if we count the time I walked in on you jerking it yourself—something you don’t usually resort to. You prefer to be serviced , rather than take matters into your own hands.”

“Well, I’m here for it again, all right? So, do you want a taste of my cock, or not?”

“Testy too, wow.” I hopped off the bed, watching with rapt fascination as he jerked his pants and boxers down to his knees, his big cock springing free. He was rock-hard and fucking straining for release. So fucking needy.

Just the way I liked him when he came to me.

I reached out and fondled his balls, pulling a long groan from him that rolled right through me. “Wanting a taste of you is never in question.”

His purple eyes darkened. “Then get on your knees for me.”

I grinned out at him, then licked my lips. “With pleasure, Dark Prince.”

He loved it when I called him that.

“Mmm… yeah, there’s my good boy.”

I lowered myself to my knees.

The moment I did, with a snap of his fingers and a wisp of his magic, he had me stripped completely of my clothes, baring me to him fully for his viewing pleasure.

He remained fully dressed, aside from his black pants being down around his thighs.

It was a power thing for him.

Fine by me. It turned me the fuck on when he got like this.

As he reached out and grasped my chin, I was hard as fucking granite, my cock jerking as he forced my gaze to his.

“Keep your eyes on me as you swallow my cock.”

“With pleasure.”

He smirked, then released me.

I didn’t waste another second, salivating over the sight of his needy cock right in front of my face, right within reach. I grasped his thighs, then dove down and swallowed him right to the back of my throat, taking all that length and girth like the good boy he knew me to be for him when we got down and dirty like this.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sinking his fingers into my hair, while his other hand teased my nipples.

I eased back all the way to the tip, then suctioned him back in, flicking my tongue in the process.

“Motherfuck, Tal,” he moaned, tugging roughly at my short strands of hair, digging his nails into my scalp in the process. “Mmm… yeah.”

I smiled to myself, then I let loose, not giving him time to absorb it before I basically fucked my own mouth with his cock, slamming back and forth along his shaft, slathering my tongue all over in the process.

His moans and groans turned to carnal growls.

He slapped his hands to my shoulders, needing to steady himself.

And he started thrusting his hips, moving with me.

My balls drew tight as I got off on the increasing violence of his thrusts and the feel of him filling my mouth and throat.

His movements turned erratic, losing their rhythm and I felt his cock jerk in my mouth.

He was right on the edge, about to come any second.

That made it all the more shocking when he suddenly wrenched me off him by my hair.

I didn’t get to even react before he called his magic and levitated me over to the bed.

He dropped me on my back on the sheets.

And then he was there pouncing on me.

He swept his hand over his pants and they were off along with his boxers, where he’d magically put my clothes too, until he was naked from the waist down.

His hands came down either side of my head a second before he dipped his head and brushed his lips over mine.

I rose to it instantly, linking my arms around his neck and holding him to me as I kissed him back, the two of us quickly getting lost in a whirlwind of passion.

Tongues tangling.

Teeth gnashing.

He shifted his weight and rubbed his cock along mine.

There was no slow and easy about it, no savoring it like he was usually all about.

Nah, it was wild and rough.

Desperate.

He was really fucking worked up.

I couldn’t follow that line of thought anymore—any line of thought—when he slipped a magically-lubed finger into my ass, the amazing sensation making me break from the kiss and throw my head back as I cried out into the room. “Yeah… fuck! Mmm… Ore… yes.”

He drove deeper until he hit that sweet spot that had me bucking on the bed, even as he didn’t stop aggressively rubbing his cock against mine.

I rolled my hips, losing myself to it all, to him.

And then I was clawing at his striking white and black hair, his shoulders, his chest, down to his abs.

“Ungh… yeah,” I moaned as he twisted his finger in my ass, then started thrusting.

He drove deep and slow at first, then started stabbing and picking up his pace, driving me fucking crazy.

“Fucking shit… ungh… gonna come… I’m gonna come for you.”

“Good boy. Sweet fucking ass… gorgeous cock… talented mouth… fuck me.”

His words were it for me, so much praise doing things to me, and I went off like a rocket, crying out as I came all over his cock and abs.

“Motherfuck!” he roared as the sensation of my hot cum dousing his shaft pushed him over the edge and he came over mine too.

He eased his finger free and traced it over my lips, watching with a devilish grin as I slicked my tongue over it.

And then he rolled onto his back beside me, not wanting to crush me.

I reached out and linked my hand with his and he gave it a squeeze.

We laid there for several moments in comfortable silence, basking in the pleasure of it all.

When I’d finally come down a little, I asked him, “Took the edge off?”

“Almost.”

What? I turned my head to see him scrubbing his free hand over his face, looking distressed and a whole lot agitated. Really close to how he’d been when he’d first burst in here. “What are you saying? It wasn’t good for you?”

He turned to face me, rolling onto his side. “It’s always good between us. Physically. It’s my mind, is all. No reflection on you. Don’t worry about it.”

“Of course I’m gonna worry about it. You’re my brother-in-arms, Orpheus.”

“I meant, there’s nothing you can do to help. It’s just a matter of time until it eases off.”

“What eases off? You haven’t said. We’ve just fucked, then never talked about the why of all this relief fucking you’ve been needing. You know I’m not complaining about the actual acts, but I am worried about what’s got you in this kind of state. I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s something to do with her? The girl? The timing matches. Ever since you took her to have words after I paved the way with the cafeteria incident, you’ve been off-kilter.”

“I thought Xavier would have told you, that you just weren’t bringing it up to spare me and avoid aggravating me.”

I bolted up to a sitting position. “What? X knows about this… whatever it is?”

“Only because he walked in on what happened and used his vampiric senses to determine a few things.”

“A few things like what?”

“Alena’s magic… it did something to mine, to me .”

I started in surprise.

Orpheus Hart was always so sure of himself. Unflappable. Determined. Full of conviction and confidence.

Yet, here he seemed so thrown, not himself.

As he moved into a sitting position, I reached out and stroked his hair, trying to soothe him as I asked, “What did it do to you?”

“It caused a ravenous sexual need in me—toward her. Even though the magic has long dissipated, the sensation is lingering.”

“Shit, that’s something else. I’ve never heard of anything like that. The fact you seem so shocked by it means even you haven’t, and that’s a hell of a thing in itself.”

“She doesn’t know how to use her magic properly so it’s not like I can simply have her undo whatever it was that she did, or to dispel these lingering effects either.”

“You just need a distraction, something else to channel all that shit into. With the Kick Off tomorrow, you’ve got that in spades. You’ll be erecting a hell of a powerful illusion, a glamour or two, and punishing those fuckers who tried to cross us. Weak little shits running off for the summer before we could get at them without it being tied back to us.”

He sucked in a steadying breath. “You’re right. Of course. That’s all I need to shake this ridiculousness.”

“Exactly.”

He gave my shoulder a squeeze, relief all over him. “Thank you, baby bird.”

“No worries. Got your back. Always, Ore.”

He smiled and sank against the headboard.

As I watched him relax and I tried to do the same, there was doubt there nagging at me that I couldn’t deny.

I wasn’t sure that a distraction would actually be enough.

I’d never seen him like this before.

What the shit was going on?

Who the hell was this girl that she had the ability to impact Orpheus Hart, of all beings?