Wicked Heirs (Electi Academy #1)

17. ~Orpheus~

17

~Orpheus~

Thighs trembling.

Moans spilling forth.

Skin slick with sweat.

Blunt nails digging into my biceps.

Talon was almost delirious with pleasure.

I held him to me as I lounged back on the couch, while I held his firm ass in my hands and swallowed his cock to the root over and over.

Slow and teasing.

Slicking his shaft with my tongue and throat alike.

I tilted my head back further, then used my hold on his ass to slam him down my throat hard.

As he cried out, I didn’t stop, and dropped the sweet and slow torture, eating his cock alive, ramming him down my throat rapid-fire while swirling my tongue.

“Ungh! Fuck!” he cried out, sinking his fingers into my hair and holding on for dear life.

I smiled, his reaction making sharp spikes of pleasure assault my shaft.

It was about to get a whole lot more intense.

Calling my power a little, I lubed my two index fingers, then adjusted my hold on him and pulled his ass open.

“Ore! Fuck, yes!”

I sank both fingers deep into his hot little ass right down to the last knuckles.

He mewled and begged as I twisted and curled them, driving him crazy.

He couldn’t help himself then, bucking his hips, completely lost to it all.

“Ah! I’m gonna… I’m gonna come! Fuck!”

Moments later, a roar escaped him before his cock jerked and he spurted down my throat.

I swallowed him down, then eased him back, licking off his cock in the process, then slipping my fingers free of his asshole.

He collapsed onto the couch beside me. “Shit, Orpheus. That was… what was that?”

Yes, it wasn’t usually how we worked, how we did things whenever we came together.

“That was your reward.”

He turned his head toward me dazedly. “Reward?”

“For going out of your way for me with Alena. That was above and beyond.”

“Oh, I only told you to give you some hope and take the edge off, not to get a reward from you or anything.”

“Yet, I was in the mood to gift you one.”

“So benevolent of you.” He frowned. “What’s going on?”

I reached out and stroked his cheek. “Nothing, baby bird. What you did for me touched me and that was me trying to convey that.”

His suspicion faded and he beamed out at me. “Well, it was definitely made clear that you were affected. You were worshipping my cock, not just sucking it.”

“I also might’ve noticed how worked up you were when you walked in here to ask me for help with your Natural Healing assignment that you’re behind on.”

“Yeah—I mean—no, I—”

“It’s all right. She has that impact.” I shifted on the couch, crossing one leg over the other and settling in. “Besides, I actually meant what I said about sharing when I suggested it to Xavier.”

“Really?”

“Indeed. She’ll play well with us, with all three of us.”

There was a faraway look in his eyes as he said, “Yeah, I can see it. For sure, I can.”

“I’m sorry I lost sight of that and that I brought you in on it. Ruining their date was bad for us all, our brotherhood and you trying to patch things up with Alena.”

“Look, I get it. Emotions get the best of us all once in a while. You’re just not used to it, it’s why you’re beating yourself up about it. But don’t worry, so long as you stay on track with what you’re saying here everything will be fine. The damage has been fixed.”

I kissed his cheek. “You have my word. No more emotional outbursts in the form of incidents and pissing you all off.”

He nuzzled against me. “Good.”

I smiled as I watched his eyes grow heavy, his sleepy face taking him over.

I reached up above us and pulled down the throw, draping it over his naked lower half.

“Nap here while I meet with Cornwell.”

“That’s now?”

“Standing appointment, baby bird,” I said, smiling at his muddled mind as his sleepiness took him over so quickly.

“Okay,” he murmured.

I pushed off the couch and tucked a cushion under his head.

Then with one final look back at him curled up and moments away from sleep, I teleported out.

“This is a setback,” Professor Callum Cornwell muttered with a shake of his head, his long, silver hair flying about.

I shoved my hands into the pockets of my black and silver blazer, watching him pacing in his navy three-piece designer suit that was fitted to his lean and six-foot-four form. The pacing wasn’t a sign of weakness such as agitation or losing his cool, it was something he did when he was thinking deeply, strategizing.

Unlike what I’d told Talon, this wasn’t merely a standing meeting that we had with Cornwell. Those consisted of setting up Obsidian projects, takedowns, as well as him using his covert sources to update us on the current happenings in the supernatural world, which impacted the true purpose of Obsidian. Fortunately, Talon had accepted it easily. He’d long given up coming to the meetings because he’d become bored of them. He easily became bored, so I’d predicted as much. While Xavier always attended, he hadn’t been made aware of this one because the subject matter wouldn’t go down well with him.

That subject matter being Alena Rose and the covert strategy that Cornwell and I had been working on together since before she’d come to Electi Academy, unbeknownst to anyone.

“As I’ve said, it’s only temporary,” I told Cornwell. “Besides, this setback has yielded a highly positive result.”

“Yes, I heard you. Sabre’s magic has stabilized and his strength has grown thanks to her closeness to him leading her to advocate for human blood to be consumed rather than useless animal blood.” He grimaced. “Even so, given his hybrid condition, his power could never reach anywhere close to that of his father’s. But hers can. Just like yours, Orpheus.”

“It’s not just about power when it comes to Xavier. It’s his extensive knowledge base that has been imparted to him by his father for years upon years, since he was a boy. It rivals even mine, but until recently he was resistant to drawing on it in any way, hence him still being in foundational classes.”

“I’m not discounting it as an asset to what’s coming, however, without power from other sources—namely, you and the Nephilim—it cannot be used in all its glory.”

“I’m handling the situation. Regardless, she’s begun practicing again, beyond just the minimal amount required of her classes.”

“Because of you. Because you pushed her and made her feel as though she was under threat, like we orchestrated since we discovered she was enrolling here.” He rolled his eyes. “For once, your Firebird friend actually assisted, believing it to be real and acting as so, rather viciously, I might add. But just as was needed to blow past her resistance with using her abilities.”

“And that will hold now she’s moved past it.”

“That’s wishful thinking.”

“Callum—”

“It could all be compromised with you now estranged from her. She needs somebody to guide her and it can’t be Xavier, the one she’s been spending most of her time with lately. He’s afraid of himself and his own darkness and if he’s her only close point of contact, that will seep into her and all the progress she’s made could be lost. She could very well backtrack.”

“I won’t allow that to happen.”

I didn’t put a mass amount of effort into things, only for the outcome to turn out unfavorably.

“ Ensure that you don’t. You need to give her what she wants.”

“Excuse me?”

“Swallow your pride.”

“It’s not about that.”

He walked to me and folded his arms across his chest as he regarded me astutely, cocking his head to the side. “Ah, well this is a surprise. You are allowing your fear to rule you. All this work we’re doing to rid her of it and Xavier too, and here you are harboring this.”

“It wasn’t known to me until recently.”

He frowned. “You’re incredibly self-aware. How is that possible?”

Fuck. I scrubbed my hand over my face. “She’s… new. What she brings out in me… I didn’t expect it. It opened me up to a vulnerability I’m not accustomed to.”

“And you believe if you tell her what she’s asked you to, it will only worsen?”

“Of course.”

“It’s a calculated risk, Orpheus. One we need you to take. Besides, you can close the door again afterward, once we get what we require from her.”

Well, that was true.

Although, the thought of it, the underhanded nature of it, wasn’t actually sitting well with me right off the bat this time, not something I usually concerned myself with, so long as the results were achieved.

Again, she was bringing out different sentiments in me.

“Under her mother’s orders, the faculty here has been instructed to leave her be and not to push her. Abigail believed her daughter requires time and to proceed at her own pace to become comfortable with her true heritage and her power. However, we don’t have the luxury of time, not with what we’re doing here.”

“The true purpose of Obsidian.”

“Precisely. Once you further her trust in you and resume your closeness, use that influence to guide her toward Edgar Marlowe’s Magic in Combat class. It’s imperative that she immerse herself in that as soon as possible.”

“Already on my radar. I’ll handle it.”

He smiled. “I know you will.” He reached out and brushed some stray strands of hair out of my eye, sending a spark of awareness through me. “You’re doing a phenomenal job with all of this. Your father would be proud. In fact, I advise you to make him aware of what you’re doing.”

“I appreciate you saying that.” Of course, I was already well aware that I was killing it. I wasn’t the kind of being who need validation. I was stronger than that. I always had been and it had only become all the more reinforced following the awful events of the Cataclysm where I’d had to step up.

In secret.

Even from my own father.

Even partially from my brothers.

“As for informing my father, I won’t get his hopes up. He’s only recently clawed himself back after the Cataclysm and the mammoth fallout of it all. Everything with Obsidian’s true purpose needs to be in place before he’s made aware.”

“As you wish,” he said, smiling bittersweet. “I know it’s difficult, especially with all the cloak and dagger protocol involved, however, it will undeniably be worth it.”

“Yes, it will be. Anything is worth it to prevent another Cataclysm from coming to pass.”

“And, unfortunately, with the way Exemplar continues to operate, this is the only way.”

“No arguments here.” I shifted my weight. “As for Marlowe’s class, he has an affinity for me because of his goal to guide me away from my father’s way of doing things.”

“Yes, he believes he’s taking you under his wing. To some extent he is.” He smiled slyly. “Just not in the way that I am.” He ran his fingers down the length of my shirt, playing with the hem, making me suck in a stilted breath as he turned it on. “Isn’t that right, dirty prince?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He grinned, then eased back and returned to business mode, like that hadn’t just happened. It was often a mind-fuck with him like that whenever I met with him alone.

I cleared my throat and told him, “I’ll use my good standing with Marlowe to convince him to allow what he normally wouldn’t—a student in to observe his class.”

“Yes, he’s all about doing and jumping in, not waiting on the sidelines.”

“No matter, I’ll make it happen for her.”

“Perfect.” He checked his watch. “That covers it for now.” That sly look of his returned and he cocked an eyebrow, his next words incredibly loaded, “Unless there’s anything else you wish me to assist you with in a covert manner?” His gaze raked over me, not subtle in the least as he basically drank me in, taking his fill as he’d started to do a lot more often lately.

I shifted my weight. “I need to get back.”

“If you’re sure?”

I stared out at him for a moment.

“I am. I need to. Until next time,” I said, a moment before I teleported out and back into my chambers.

Motherfuck.

As I walked in, I took in Talon sound asleep on my couch, sprawled out all over and the blanket now on the floor.

I walked over and snatched it up, then draped it over him and tucked him in.

I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Sleep well, sweet boy.”

I made my way out to my garden on the balcony, something I often did when I needed to re-center myself or to calm down when emotions I didn’t care for tried to afflict me.

Just like right now with all the subterfuge.

Guilt and regret.

It was for the greater good, though.

For everyone.

It had to be done.

That was all that mattered.

All that I should allow to matter.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. It didn’t make it any easier, though.

And in my worst moments, I hated it with a vengeance.