Wicked Heirs (Electi Academy #1)

10. ~Alena~

10

~Alena~

I was supposed to stay inside.

My mom had taken off to attend to another emergency.

There’d been so many over the last few weeks.

All because of that madman, Constantine Vale.

The Vampire Elder had acquired the ability to wield the magic of a sorcerer, along with the powerful abilities he’d already held as an age-old vampire. It was a lethal combination for somebody so unstable and power-hungry.

He’d been delivering brutal and devastating shows of force upon the supernatural world since, vying for ultimate power, as well as the destruction of Exemplar and all those who sat at the proverbial table.

If that wasn’t already bad enough, he also had an army at his back, his acolytes, those also seeking power and those who had a beef with the way Exemplar ran things.

As the daughter of Abigail Rose and her one and only heir, I was a target of their wrath.

My mom hadn’t wanted to leave me, but she’d been needed.

And she’d assured me that I’d be safe behind her ward, that no one could penetrate it.

So I’d stayed inside one of her safehouses in the middle of nowhere like she’d instructed. She had enough going on without me arguing about it and pushing to help when we both knew I wasn’t ready.

I’d intended to keep to my word all the way, to wait until she returned to me.

But then I’d heard the screams.

Awful, agonized screams and roars of horrific pain.

How could I ignore the clear cry for help that they obviously were?

To have the power to aid somebody in need and not do so would make me just as monstrous as our enemies.

And so, I teleported through my mom’s ward, something I was able to do because of the blood-link between us. I was the only one alive who could easily pass through her ward.

What I saw when I rematerialized just beyond the wrought iron gates shocked me to my core. I knew in that moment that it was a sight I’d never be able to forget, that would be burned into my memory forevermore.

Two trees were on fire and so much worse than that was the sight of two people bound opposite one another and being ravaged by said flames.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

The flames were so violent and out of control as they both screamed in agony that I couldn’t make out their faces or their identities at all. I could just see the outline of two people and that was it.

I reacted on instinct and called my golden power forth in a rush that had me choking, a nasty burn rushing through me like a vicious tidal wave.

I pushed past it, focusing on the two people needing help, and then I was streaming my magic, either palm at each one of the trees, trying to cut through the flames with my angelic power.

As it hit, I saw it make an impact, drawing the flames back a little, preventing them from raging any higher.

But it wasn’t enough.

I pushed harder until I was crying out at the pain of exerting too much effort compared to what I was really capable of at this stage in my life.

And then I felt something odd.

Something dreadfully unsettling.

A nasty chill that shot through my veins.

I knew I should stop, but I didn’t.

I couldn’t when those people were suffering.

The chill permeated every part of me and then I watched in horror as my golden magic streaming at the trees was infiltrated by black flecks.

Oh my God!

I’d tapped into something dark with all the terror, frustration, and desperation to force it and access greater power, no matter the cost.

“Magical corruption, Nephilim,” a voice sounded suddenly right behind me.

Before I could even crane my neck to see who the hell it was, a flash of blinding bright red filled my vision.

And then I was crying out as it slammed into me, ripped me right off my feet, snuffing out my magic in the process, as I was propelled away across the grounds.

I landed hard on my back with a bone-jarring thud.

Harsh winds whipped around me and then a dark figure stood over me.

Black wavy hair escaped the hood of his leather cloak, the thing barely containing his mammoth form. Haunting cloudy, white eyes fixed on mine.

“Constantine,” I choked out.

His lip curled. “That’s right. You’ve just become very important to me. The good news is you’ll no longer perish at my hands. The bad news is you’ll become mine.”

“What… why?”

“Your magic, of course. What I just witnessed makes you an invaluable asset.”

I didn’t get the chance to say another thing as he descended on me.

But then a blast of purple, shimmering power filled my vision.

It all fell away, a bright, white light engulfing me.

I blinked, trying to adjust my vision as it started to dissipate and then I found myself in another place entirely.

Gold walls surrounded me with candelabras all over casting a muted, warm light over the space. The floor was a beautiful white marble lined with shimmering gold.

And I was laying on a four-poster bed with yet more gold—silk sheets and drapes cascading down from it.

I started as I looked to see that I was now only in a white strappy lace nightgown that barely covered my thighs and put a whole lot of cleavage on display as well. My pink hair was loose and falling in loose waves.

What the hell was happening?

The walls suddenly bent and shook and then the one directly in front of me disintegrated entirely as none other than Orpheus Hart strode on through into the room.

The moment he was inside, the walls reverted to a seemingly solid state, everything returning to normal.

“You trapped me in an illusion?” I demanded.

“No. I’m in your dream.”

Even worse.

“How? I’ve reconnected with my magic now.”

“Your blood.”

“How could you have—when I let Xavier feed from me? You seriously took the opportunity to steal some of my blood?”

He lifted a shoulder. “I determined that it could prove useful down the road.”

“Get the hell out,” I seethed, bolting up into a sitting position.

He didn’t even address that and instead told me with what actually appeared to be a glint of sadness for me in his eyes, “So that was why you stopped using your magic.”

For some reason, I actually admitted the truth to him. “Yes. It’s the reason I tried to walk away from it all.”

“Why didn’t you tell us that you tried to save Cora and Hugo Creed that day?”

“Creed? What are you—Talon’s family members?”

“His parents.”

“Oh my God, that’s who they were? I didn’t know. I couldn’t see through the flames.”

“Even more noble. You risked your life for complete unknowns. You weren’t even aware that they were potential members of your mother’s organization, Exemplar , that she was working on recruiting them.”

“She didn’t keep me abreast of her business with Exemplar . She wanted me to be ready first before she brought me into all of that. The only member I knew of was Elliot Sabre, because he was around a lot at our home. No, that night was about them needing aid. I couldn’t just stand back and let their suffering continue. Of course I had to help.” I grimaced. “Or try to. I failed.”

“Constantine made sure of that. It’s not your fault.”

I eyed him incredulously. “You’re actually absolving me? The woman you hate, the woman you’ve vowed to ruin?”

“This changes things. You trying to save Talon’s family and the reason you ran from your heritage.” He shoved a hand through his hair. “You faced off with Constantine Vale too. That’s no small thing, Alena.”

“It was a long time ago.”

As he stared at me, I averted my eyes, fighting not to stare at the hot-as-hell sight of him in just a pair of tight magenta boxers, all his black faery markings on display over his muscular chest and arms.

“What happened after Constantine went for you?” he asked, jolting me.

“My mom showed up in time to blast him into the ground. Elliot Sabre was right behind her and together they put him down, trapping him in the realm of dead souls, Spiritus .”

“Where he remains to this day.”

“Exactly.”

“He’s not dead, though. They sent him there alive.”

“I know. But he’s incapacitated.”

“For now.”

I shuddered. “Why are you bringing that up?”

“Because he should have been eliminated. That was what my father was trying to ensure happened.”

“My mom doesn’t kill.”

“She can’t kill, being a Fallen and of full angel blood.”

“Either way.” I walked to him, asking, “Why do you hate my mom so much?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well, we’re both here immersed in my dream that you’re now controlling with my blood, so I’d say we have time.”

He stepped into me, right into my personal space, making my breath hitch at his closeness and the heat coming off him. “Another time. Talking about it now will ruin the mood.”

“There is no ‘mood’.”

“You’re lying.”

“And if I am?”

“I’d say you’re still running scared.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

“No, you’re afraid of what I make you feel. Out of control, caught in a thrall, wanting to let your guard down so we can strip each other bare—in more ways than one.”

“There’s no fear. You’re way off base.”

“Then prove it.”

“Nice try, but I don’t need to prove anything. It’s called good sense.”

“Passion and desire have no place in good sense.”

I scoffed and brushed past him, heading for the wall I’d seen disintegrate, about to call my power.

But he snagged my wrist and had me gasping in the next second as he used it to jerk me back to him.

I smacked against his chest.

Right up close.

Too close.

His refreshing cloves scent infused me.

That undeniable dark allure of his enveloped me.

His eyes burned into mine, offering me no reprieve, nowhere to hide, nowhere to second-guess this strange thing between us.

The next thing I knew, I was fisting my hands in his hair and dragging his mouth to mine.

The moment our lips collided, all bets were off.

His hands were all over me, running up and down my back, over my ass, up to my shoulders, around to my breasts, then sinking into my hair, as we both took our fill of each other.

“Has anyone ever told you just how fucking good you taste?” he breathed as we broke the kiss to catch our breath.

“Many,” I said, grinning up at him.

His lips quirked. “Many, huh? Is that right?”

“Mmm hmm,” I said, running my fingers over his hard pecs.

His hands slid to my hips. “Not a little virgin angel then.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Precisely,” he said, drawing soft circles over the thin fabric of my night dress. “Exactly what I’ve tried to impart to Xavier.”

“He’s a virgin?”

“He is.”

“Because of his fears about his control since becoming a vampire?”

“That, and he’s a romantic. He’d never just hook up with someone. The closest he’s come is during the likes of the Kick Off where he watches while he feeds.”

“That’s really sweet.”

“Sweet? Is that what you want?”

I fisted my hand in the waistband of his boxers and jerked him to me. “Not right now.”

A sexy growl rumbled from him, and then he was tossing me onto the bed.

I landed on my back with a soft thud, a thrill running through me at his roughness.

He pounced on me in the next second, thinking he’d trap me under him and close in all around me.

Before he could get that far, I used my supernatural strength to flip him onto his back, and rolled on top of him.

I slammed his shoulders down. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

He smirked as I slapped his chest leaving a stinging red-raw mark. “That’s right, little angel, punish the fuck out of me.”

I scraped my nails down his chest, all the way to the waistband of his sexy boxers.

Rivulets of blood trickled over his skin, the sight doing things to me and earning a throaty groan from him, and him undulating on the bed.

It spurred me on and I took it further, leaning in and lapping up the blood, relishing the coppery tang and him throwing his head back in rapture.

I trailed my tongue along his gorgeous Fae markings.

I left some blood down by his lower abs and as I sat up, I coated my hand in it.

Then I leaned down and dragged his boxers down with my teeth until his big, raging-hard cock sprung free.

I spread the blood all over his shaft, then rolled my fingers over his crown, mixing his pre-cum with the crimson liquid.

He bucked and groaned, and the power I felt at having him at my mercy in this way was another level.

I took it further, wanting to eat up every drop of it, and I grasped the base of his cock, then dove down and took him right to the back of my throat, hitting deep enough to make myself gag.

“Motherfuck!” he bellowed, bucking on the bed.

I smiled around his cock as I deep-throated him, loving the feel of him filling my throat, of his reactions making me leak into the tiny lace negligee he’d dressed me in for this dreamscape.

I looked up at him fisting his hands in his hair and struggling not to do the same to me and take back control.

I went harder, rolling his balls between my fingers, eliciting a throaty groan from him, the sexy one that went right through me.

“Alena…”

I met his heavy-lidded gaze and he reached out and stroked my hair. “Not there… not in your mouth… not the first time I come inside you…”

He tightened his hold in my hair when I didn’t let up.

I wanted him to come because of me, I wanted to see him lose it and taste his hot cum filling my mouth. I wanted it all from him. Besides, I knew Dark Fae had incredible stamina and he’d be able to get it back up again in seconds after orgasming.

It was actually surprising that he was already on the verge. I mean, I knew I was good, but this was another thing altogether. A surge of pride rolled through me knowing that it meant he was beyond being just simply attracted to me. To be in this state already, he was drowning in his desire for me, and it was a really heady thing to realize.

He wasn’t the only one either.

With how turned on I was, I felt like I could come with the slightest stimulation from him.

We had a power over each other that was both thrilling and unsettling.

I wanted to know where it was rooted and I knew it bothered him that he couldn’t place it either.

But right now, I just wanted him.

He startled me as he suddenly wrenched on my hair, forcing me off his cock.

And then he was rolling me beneath him and pinning me there to the bed with his knees to my shins and a single hand holding my wrists above my head.

“Naughty girl. I told you, no coming in your mouth. I want your cunt this first time.”

“And I wanted to see you wreck for me, Dark Prince.”

“Believe me, you will, little angel. The moment I sink into that sweet cunt of yours and take you how I’ve been fantasizing about for so long, you’ll already have me well and truly wrecked.” He reached out with his free hand and stroked my cheek. “That’s what you do to me, Alena.”

“You’re not the only one.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Now flip me around so we can do it doggy style.”

“Doggy style, hmm?”

“My favorite.”

“Nah, I want to look into your eyes as I take you.”

I screwed up my face. “Missionary.”

“That shows me that you’ve never been fucked properly before. It doesn’t matter which position you take, it’s the man. Well, in your case, merely boys.”

“Wow, you’re so full of yourself. If you think you can change my mind on this, you’re—”

Sparks of intense pleasure shot through my breast and I cried out, then looked down to see his purple glow hovering over my right breast.

“Oh shit, what was that?”

“Pure pleasure.” He frowned. “I know you were only fucking humans, but are you really telling me you’ve never done this to yourself before?”

“I wasn’t just not doing magic in front of them, I wasn’t at all.”

“During your formative years too. You were missing out, especially when it comes to this.”

He did it again to my left breast this time, and I bucked on the bed, a choked gasp escaping me.

“God… I’m getting that.”

He chuckled, then his eyes darkened.

It sent a tremble of excitement through me.

He released me, then shifted his weight and sucked my right breast into his mouth. He gnawed at the nipple, then licked the raw pain away. Over and over he did it, until I was arching my back, needing more of his roughness, of the erotic tease of it all.

He kept his easy pace, though.

But then I felt his hand sliding down my body, his brushing touch sending goosebumps of sensation over my skin.

He delved lower until his fingers were dragging through my soaking wet folds.

His magic sparked and that intense pleasure shot through my most sensitive area, lighting the nerve endings so intensely I could barely breathe with it.

He didn’t stop this time, sending shocks of ecstasy through me until I was a writhing mess on the sheets, clawing at them and losing myself to it all.

“Ah! Orpheus! Fuck!”

My whole body went rigid as my orgasm slammed into me, my screams so loud and shrill they would’ve woken the whole Academy up if we hadn’t been in this dreamscape.

“God… god… god,” I rasped, as he still didn’t stop, sparking another orgasm right after the first.

It got all the crazier as he suddenly grasped my thighs, spread them wide, then slammed inside me with one long, brutal thrust.

My scream mixed with his guttural growl as his hands came down either side of my head.

“Fuck me, you’re perfect. The way your tight cunt clenches around my cock… motherfuck, Alena.”

He was definitely a lot to take.

But I wanted to take him, all of him, and everything he had to give.

Everything we could be together.

“Don’t hold back.”

“I’m giving you time to adjust.”

“Don’t. I want it hard.”

“You want it to hurt, you mean?”

“A little pain makes every sensation all the sweeter.”

“It absolutely does, my dirty girl.”

We stared into each other’s eyes, getting lost for a few moments.

And then I rolled my hips. “More,” I urged him.

That devilish smirk played on his lips a second before he wrenched me off the bed, his dick still buried inside me, and carried me to the nearest wall.

I wrapped my thighs around his hips, squeezing hard enough to make him grunt.

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back inside me, pounding brutally into me, so much so that the wall cracked behind me.

“Hot. Addictive. Cunt,” he ground out between thrusts, the wall cracking more and more as he employed his Dark Fae strength to punish me the way I’d basically demanded.

“Yes!” I cried. “Fucking yes!”

He shifted one of his hands from my hips, then he was raking his nails down my throat, over my collarbone and down to my breasts, exerting such painful pressure that he drew blood all the way down.

“Shit, Orpheus.”

“Slick two fingers in it, then reach back and stuff them up your ass. Don’t stop until they’re buried deep to the last knuckle.”

Oh fuck.

I just did it, lubing my fingers in my own blood before the wounds healed in the next couple of seconds.

He held my gaze with his dark one, making it all the more degrading as he watched my reaction closely when I reached around and pushed two fingers into my ass.

“Don’t stop. Push them in. All the way,” he commanded, rolling his hips, then pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in hard.

His punishing thrusts continued until I forced my fingers into my ass, all the way to the last knuckle, whimpering at the burn and the bliss combined.

“Good girl. Now fuck your ass with those bloodied fingers.”

When I hesitated, he stopped thrusting suddenly.

“Orpheus.”

“Do it.”

I pulled them out to the first knuckle, then rammed back in, making myself scream.

It was such a sensitized sensation that I couldn’t stop, chasing the feeling, needing more and more, just like he’d obviously anticipated would happen.

It was all just so fucked-up and depraved with the blood, his command.

His eyes lit up and as he started thrusting again, he reached down and flicked my clit.

“Ah!” I cried out, finding myself ramming my fingers in harder with every brutal flick he made against my most sensitive part.

His mouth crashed down on mine and he swallowed my screams and his own moans as his flicks turned to sensual rubs, alternating between the two until I didn’t know which way was up.

There was just sensation and him all over me.

I could feel it building so quickly, one hell of an orgasm coming that felt like I wouldn’t be able to take it.

His tongue thrust deep into my mouth and he mimicked his cock slamming inside me.

I was right on the edge.

He started slapping my pussy and that was it.

He felt it and pulled his mouth from mine so he could watch me like he’d said earlier.

Watch me come apart for him.

I smacked my head back against the wall as it hit, a shriek tearing from my throat.

“That’s right, my dirty little angel, come all over my cock.”

“Ah… fuck. Fuck me, Orpheus!”

“Ungh, yeah. There it is. Break for me, Alena.”

It hit and I trembled all over as I came all over him, just coming and coming like crazy, like never before.

“Fuck, the way you orgasm… fucking epic,” he uttered, before I felt him spill inside me, his hot cum coating my insides in the most amazing way.

We grinned at each other as he stayed seated inside me and I found myself clenching down around him, not wanting to let him leave.

“It’s not over yet.” He leaned in and whispered sexily at my ear, “Next, I take your ass.”

A thrill ran through me.

I’d just come and already I wanted more.

That said it all.

This man was an addictive bastard.

It was more than a little worrying.

He’d kept his promise to take my ass.

And my pussy again.

And again.

We were both spent now, two hours later, sprawled out on the bed naked beneath the sheets.

Orpheus stroked my fingers, feeling out my ring—a pink crystal Lotus. “What’s the story behind this?”

“What makes you think there’s a story?”

“You don’t take it off. You wear it with everything, even when it doesn’t match your outfit.”

I slapped his chest. “Are you critiquing my awesome fashion sense?”

“I’d call it out there fashion sense, but no. Just curious.”

“You want to get to know me.”

“Beyond what I’ve already picked up on from my observations.”

“So, you’re not gonna kick me out of bed then, Dark Prince?”

“I can’t actually. We’re still in the dream state—your dream.”

I grinned. “I know, I’m screwing with you.”

“So you also knew you could have blasted your way out at any moment and kicked me out in the process?”

“It may have crossed my mind.”

“Well, I’m honored that you chose to do otherwise.”

“Right back at you.”

He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “You’re not someone who I’d ever even think to kick out of bed, okay? Do you hear me, little angel?”

I beamed up at him and nodded.

And then I trailed my fingers over his on my ring and told him, “My father gave this to me. Actually, he left it for me, because he died.”

“I heard you’d lost your father, but there’s not much known about it.”

“He was human but he was one of the rare ones who’d been around supernaturals his whole life. He was a professor of mythology and his research led him to our world. It’s how he met my mom. She was trying to shut down his research. And she did, but they also hit it off. I guess she wanted somebody who wasn’t all about power. At the time anyway. She went through a period where she was tired of her role in things. But when he died, she went the other way. He died from human sickness. There’s not much known about it because she wanted to keep it in the family.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thanks.” I sucked in a breath, then told him, “So, anyway, my dad intended to give this to me on my sixteenth birthday. He left a note with it saying it represented grace and elegance and his admiration for me and who I could become as a grown woman.”

“That’s a beautifully heartfelt gesture.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“Who knew you could think those sweet words, let alone actually speak them?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, that most people never come to know.”

“And?”

“Will you come to know? Let’s just consider it a work in progress for us both.”

“Agreed,” I said, sinking into him, my eyes growing heavy.

He tucked me in tighter to his side. “Sleep now.”

We could deal with the mindfuck of what had happened once we’d had some rest and clearer heads prevailed in the morning.