Wicked Heirs (Electi Academy #1)

7. ~Xavier~

7

~Xavier~

I was in heaven.

Or maybe it was really hell from the outside looking in.

Maybe I couldn’t recognize it, that I was the demon doing demonic things.

Maybe hell belonged to me because of the monster I’d become.

The monster I’d been forced to become.

Stop. Stop thinking things like that.

Easier said than done.

I sank my fangs deeper into the throat of the blonde sitting on the grass in front of me as I held her hair off her neck while I fed. She was obviously an experienced feeder, because she was barely reacting as I tasted her and coated my tongue with her blood. She was far more concerned with the girl lapping at her thighs and inching closer to her pussy hidden beneath a leather skirt. Her breasts were on display from when she’d jerked down her leather bustier to just beneath them to entice the redhead now playing with her.

I could smell the scent of sex from the both of them, but I’d been shoving it down and focusing on my feed instead, on finally being able to drink straight from the vein.

I didn’t like to mix feeding with fucking.

It was too dangerous.

The struggle was real for me.

Feeding and maintaining control was hard enough as it was without introducing an out-of-control and carnal element like sex into it.

I had to keep them separate.

At least for now, until I could achieve better control.

The party was in full swing all around me.

Magic-wielders were levitating up the trees, practicing moving from branch to branch with coordinated precision. Some were levitating each other too. There was a magical lightshow taking place as some of them sparred, pushing themselves in a way they couldn’t with the rules imposed upon them during classes. Werewolves were running through the space, enjoying their uninhibited time in wolf form. There was a hunt going on through the depth of the forest with vampires chasing magic-wielders, where they’d then move into a fuck-and-feed once their prey was caught.

Speaking of fuck-and-feeds, I caught sight of several instances of that happening against a couple of trees, some benches Ore had conjured, and on the grass itself. A group of Light Fae were doing earth magic, growing flowers from their seedlings, others creating controlled sinkholes, pushing the envelope there too. On a couple of blankets a few feet away, some students just chilled, drawing random pictures with their magic as they got high from some magical weed. There was also a long bar where magically-infused alcoholic concoctions were being served.

I looked out at Talon a few feet away right opposite me as he lounged on a gold jeweled throne that a witch had conjured for him at his request. She was his type—big hair, piercings and tattoos galore, wearing a red leather mini-dress. Edgy and overtly sexy was his thing usually. But he’d barely paid her any interest, aside from thanking her and giving her a little show with his phoenix fire. He’d just been sitting on the throne drinking some spelled Hurricanes and taking everything in. And every few moments, he’d looked out at me to make sure I was doing okay with my feed. Just like he’d said he would.

Although, it seemed like more than that was behind him not even so much as flirting with anyone.

I finished my feed and the girl eased away and dove down on the one between her thighs.

As they started going at it and literally rolling around on the grass with each other, I leaned back on the grass licking my lips and savoring the last of the coppery tang, when Artemis Highleen stepped up to me, a Light Fae in his sophomore year.

“You up for it?” he asked me.

Light Fae blood? Yes. It was more potent than the witch blood I’d just tasted. Even more than that was Dark Fae blood.

“Definitely,” I told Artemis.

He smiled, then gestured at the grass I was sitting on as I leaned back against the trunk of an age-old oak tree. “Here?” He thumbed the throne where Talon was at. “Not up there, doing it in luxury as you deserve for how much of a one-off this is?”

“I’m good here.”

I needed to be connected to nature.

Through the two feeds I’d already had tonight, I’d kept one hand on the grass. It was also why I was shirtless, my fully tattooed upper half—torso and full sleeves—on display, so that I was connected skin-to-nature resting against the bark of the tree. My magic was rooted in nature—or it had been before I’d been turned—and connecting with it physically helped to ground me when I was feeding.

He walked to me and undid the top couple of buttons of his olive polo shirt, then unbuckled his belt too, before reaching for his fly. “You mind if I take pleasure in your bite?”

I lifted a shoulder. “Fine by me. Do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

As Artemis reached me, he pulled his long silver hair into a ponytail and tied it with a magically-conjured band, exposing his beautiful pointy ears, similar to those of Orpheus.

He swept his hand over the space in front of me and a series of luxurious cushions materialized, every color of the rainbow.

He turned around and got himself comfortable so his back was to my front. “Ah, that’s more like it. You sure you don’t want me to conjure you any?”

“I’m content, thanks.”

“All right.” He pointed to the right side of his neck. “This side, if it’s okay.”

“No problem.”

I grasped his shoulder for stability, then dropped my fangs, piercing his throat.

He let out a blissful groan. “Yes… amazing.”

I smiled to myself then began the draw, tasting his sweet blood on my tongue, then driving deeper.

I looked out at Tal who nodded encouragingly as he sipped from his favored Hurricane drink that satisfied his craving for fruit, with its lime, orange juice and passion fruit, along with a hefty dose of spelled rum to give it the desired kick.

My attention was diverted to the sight of Artemis pulling out his dick, then using his magic to create a floating vibrant yellow hand that wrapped around his shaft and started jerking him, as he dug his fingers into the cushions all around him and relaxed into it, pleasuring himself with his magic.

It had my own cock reacting to the eroticism of it.

I glanced over at Talon again and saw his eyes hood at the sight too.

“Damn,” I heard him say.

Feeling myself getting worked up while I fed off him, I reached out with my vampiric hearing, trying to find something else to focus on.

Fucking and feeding—no.

Bodies grinding together in the forest—no.

A magical contest taking place—yes.

I tried to focus on it, but without seeing it, the sounds alone weren’t enough to distract me.

And then a familiar voice reached me.

“So, what’s your deal with Orpheus?”

Alena.

I zoned in on it, hearing Isabella’s high-pitched voice responding.

“Aside from the obvious with that dark bastard, we slept together and the next morning he literally kicked me out of bed with his magic and slammed the door in my face.”

“Seriously?”

“Sadly, yes.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks.”

“Why would he do that? I mean, you slept together through the night until morning… why do it then?”

“Who knows? Just to be a shit?”

“Wow. What a dick.”

“I can hear you, little angel.”

I started. Orpheus.

I heard their footsteps falter, then the sound of them spinning around, the air moving, indicating just that.

“Ignore him, let’s get a drink. They’re spelled here and pack a punch.”

“I’ll be along in a moment. I see your friends waiting for you by the bar. Spend some time with them, take a break from babysitting me.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Such confidence, little angel.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, little prince.”

I almost chuckled during my feed, imagining the look on his face as she’d given his shit right back to him.

“I prefer Dark Prince if you must know.”

“Well, it’s about what I prefer, not you.”

“Is that right?”

“Sheesh, I’ll leave you two to it. But if you need me, just come running, okay?”

“I will. Thank you, Izzy.”

I heard Isabella’s soft footsteps rushing off then.

“Izzy? She wouldn’t even let me call her that when we were getting carnal.”

“Maybe because you’re a huge dick. Kicking her out of bed, for instance?”

“You must be confused. I have a huge dick, could that be what she was getting at?”

“You know it wasn’t. Not after what you did.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Really?”

“Everything was fine until the next morning. It was a casual hookup, supposed to be fun and a release for us both that we’d been needing. Then when we woke up she started saying all this shit about now being able to strike something off her bucket list.”

“What was it?”

“To sleep with the enemy. Somebody with evil running through their veins. To slum it with an “impure being”.”

I stilled and eased my fangs free.

He hadn’t even told Tal and me what had happened with her, yet he’d just confessed it to Alena and let her in on it.

He’d also been acting strange and majorly on edge since that day he’d taken her from the cafeteria and I’d scented a mass amount of arousal coming off them both when I’d burst into his room.

“Wow, that’s… I’m sorry that—”

Commotion coming from nearby caught my attention just as it obviously caught hers, enough to stop her mid-sentence.

Begging and choking.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“You know very well. Those noises coming from that tent behind you?”

“Come inside and find out. Unless that fear of yours is stopping you yet again.”

I tensed, waiting with bated breath.

And then I heard her footsteps.

“Good girl. Step inside with me.”

I eased completely from Artemis and rose to my feet. “Sorry, we’re done here.”

“Fine by me,” he said, all blissed-out, sinking into the cushions. “I got what I needed.”

In the next moment, he was bucking as he came all over the yellow magical hand.

Lovely.

I caught Talon’s eye, his curiosity there about the sense of urgency coming off me, a second before I vamp sped away from the area.

I came to a stop just outside the purple tent with the fairy lights decorating it.

The place where Orpheus had chosen to punish two of our detractors.

I listened to Alena kicking up a storm of protest at what she was witnessing of their punishment within.

The punishment consisted of slowly pulling one of them into the earth and strangling them to within an inch of their lives with vines and branches. And the other was being punished by being held still by his magic on his hands and knees while cockroaches were filling his mouth, hence the choking.

“Stop it then. Free them,” Orpheus was taunting her.

“You know I can’t do that. Cut your magic, stop the spells.”

“And what will I get in return for granting you such a favor?”

“A favor? It’s called decency and doing the right thing.”

“Doing the right thing? No, I beg to differ. You don’t know what their crimes are.”

“Whatever they were, it doesn’t warrant this disgusting display, this sadism.”

“It’s called brutal justice, Alena.”

“It’s called being a sick and twisted dickhead.”

“Give yourself to me and I’ll release them. How’s that for flying in the face of being this dickhead you seem to think I am? I’m offering you a good deal.”

“Bullshit. Give myself to you? You’re seriously trying to trade sex for their liberation?”

“I didn’t say anything about sex.”

“Then what?”

“I want you to relax for me while I figure out what’s going on with us.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know very well. What happened in my chambers… it’s still lingering. It has to be for you too.”

“Maybe a little.”

“Then you have two reasons to make this deal with me. The first, to free these imbeciles and the second to free yourself of this strange and infuriating thing between us since your magic did… whatever it did.”

“Fine. Deal.”

In the next moment, I felt him pulling back his magic.

And then the two Light Fae guys came rushing out like bats out of hell, stumbling in their haste to get far away. They didn’t even notice me standing there in the shadows.

I heard a slam inside and a little gasp from Alena.

I pushed into the tent and pulled up short at what I saw before me.

There Orpheus was between Alena’s thighs as she sat up on a wooden coffee table that went with the whole rustic décor inside the space, his hands either side of her thighs as the two of them locked lips.

It wasn’t just any kiss either.

It was a ravaging.

She wasn’t in immediate danger then.

At least not in the way I’d been concerned about.

Although, garnering his attention in any way didn’t bode well.

Not at this level of intensity, not where he was clearly supremely affected by her.

He wouldn’t like that.

Not one bit.

He slid his hands up her thighs, heading for her embroidered denim skirt, as he eased his mouth from hers and nipped at her throat, down to her collarbone, over the tops of her breasts through the thin material of her white cropped tank.

“What are you doing to me, little angel?” he groaned, between bites and licks of her skin.

He was marking her.

Damnation! That definitely wasn’t good.

“I despise you,” she panted, even as she threw her head back and gave him better access to her throat and breasts, her hands planted behind her on the coffee table.

He smirked. “I despise you. Your kind, your cunt of a mother and—”

“Shut up,” she demanded, fisting her hands in his hair and shoving his face into her breasts.

He growled and yanked down her cropped tank and I choked as her breasts spilled free, perfectly round and full with cherry-tipped nipples that were just begging to be toyed with.

He was all over them in the next second, licking, sucking, and biting, making her moan out and wrap her legs around his waist. She dug her knee-high brown suede boots into his back and jerked him closer to her in an obvious move of desperate need.

“Shit,” she moaned. “Fuck… fuck me.”

He lifted his head, his purple eyes blazing into hers. “I fuck you right now and I’ll fucking well destroy you.”

“It’ll be the other way around.”

His lips spread into a full-on smile. “Is that so?”

Before she could answer, he grasped the sides of her face, his shimmering purple magic emanating.

“What are you doing?” she asked, dazedly from being so incredibly aroused, something I could basically taste on my tongue from them both, it was so potent.

“Relax for me and we’ll see where this thing between us is rooted.”

She actually did, laying her head on his chest as he performed a spell I recognized, where he searched through somebody’s memories.

It was interesting that he’d gone to such effort to relax her, basically seducing her until she was no longer on guard with him, in order to make it easier on her. For his part he could do it without the person in question’s permission, he could force through resistance and a lack of cooperation, but it would hurt the person a great deal.

Given that he was supposed to hate her with a vengeance, it was curious that he hadn’t gone that route and used it as an opportunity to make her suffer like he and Talon had claimed to be aiming for.

“Hmm, there was attraction there when you released your magic. Pure and undiluted,” he murmured aloud after a few moments, his eyes closed as he concentrated and sifted through her recent memories. “It tainted what you’d intended. You pulled out the same in me too, corrupted my magic with it. Nice way of getting me to stand down, but it lingering like this is a real bitch of a thing.”

“Just like you.”

He chuckled. “Oh, little angel. So feisty, yet so pliable in my arms.” He jolted then, his eyes snapping open. He took one hand off the side of her head and used it to tip her chin up, his gaze smoldering. “Stop thinking about me licking your cunt like I just did your breasts.”

“I can’t help it when you’re driving things there.”

He blew out a breath, then closed his eyes again. “Ungh… if you wanted my cock down your throat, you just had to ask.”

“That’s not what I’m thinking, you ass.”

He laughed. “No, it’s more hardcore than that. Didn’t peg an angel for having a primal kink… amazing.”

“Stop.”

She grabbed his hands on her.

Her magic sparked.

“Don’t… get control… fuck… you’re corrupting my spell. Again.”

His eyes snapped open again and this time shock infiltrated them. “What was that? All that fire? I couldn’t see properly, it was much further back because you messed with my spell, but—”

She shoved him off her with a burst of her supernatural strength.

It sent him flying across the tent and smacking into the opposite side, where he gracefully managed to land in a crouch, before pushing back to his feet, then watching her fixing her top and scrambling off the table.

“Alena, what the fuck was—”

“Isn’t this a twisted and intimate scene?” Tal’s voice sounded, a moment before he pushed into the tent from the opposite side to me.

He smirked as the two of them spun to face him, and he held up his phone. “Caught the good stuff on video.” He eyed her. “Those are some hot little moans you’ve got there.” His eyes flashed. “Angel whore.”

“Enough,” Orpheus growled.

“You’re defending her?” Tal asked, incredulous.

“I’m trying to get to the bottom of a complicated situation. I can’t do that if she’s defensive.”

“Forget about getting to the bottom of it. Just stay the fuck away from her. Problem solved.”

“It’s not as simple as that, Talon.”

“Well, I’ve just made it that simple.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This video I took of you sucking her tits and her begging you to fuck her? I just sent it out to the entire college.”

I burst in. “Call it back. Right now.”

“Had enough lurking back there, huh, X? Finally come to join this fucked-up gathering with this cunt bitch.”

“Watch your mouth,” I ground out.

“Take it down a few notches, baby bird.”

“Or don’t,” Alena seethed. “It’ll take the fun out of making you.”

He took a step forward, rising to the challenge. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Come at me, Nephilim. I’ll punish you good.”

“And I’ll break you, phoenix.”

“No chance.”

“You’re too hot-headed to survive a head-to-head with me. Pun intended, asshole.”

He scoffed. “You don’t even have full access to your powers. You’re nothing.”

Before anything more could be said, commotion reached us from outside.

Isabella rushed on in and gave Alena the dirtiest look I’d ever seen. “You didn’t.”

Alena held up her hands. “It’s not what you—”

“Not what I think? Chicks before dicks—ever heard of it?”

“I have but—”

“ But we didn’t date,” Orpheus cut in. “I was never yours.”

“Because your shitheadeness got in the way of ever—”

“ Because you’re a self-serving, superficial weakling, not fit for the likes of me.”

“And she is?”

“She’s closer than anybody else on this fucking planet.”

What?

Isabella hissed, then turned on Alena, “I’m done being your Guide. Good luck with this psycho and his fire starter fuck buddy.” She looked her up and down with disdain. “I thought you were different being a Nephilim, but it turns out you’re nothing but a cheap—”

I burst in front of her, making her words catch in her throat. “Slut shaming is beneath you. Especially given your history. Leave. Now. Not another word.”

She looked between us.

Talon was laughing like the complete nightmare he was when it came to Alena. It really brought out his nasty and vindictive side. Orpheus was glaring at Isabella fiercely like I was. And Alena was shaking her head in dismay at the entire thing.

Isabella failed to make a dignified exit, flipping off Orpheus, then storming away to her group of girlfriends that I could hear just outside.

Actually, I could hear a whole lot of students crowded around because of the video Talon had so recklessly and foolishly released.

“Stay here. I’ll deal with you,” Orpheus told him dangerously.

He went to address Alena, but I held up my hand.

“There’s a massive crowd of nosy shits outside. I’ll teleport you back to your chambers,” I told her softly. “Would that be to your liking, beautiful?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Thank you.”

Talon started up again, “X, are you seriously going to—”

I called my magic, cutting him off, a moment before Alena and I were swept up in my vibrant-blue smoke.