Wicked Heirs (Electi Academy #1)

29. ~Alena~

29

~Alena~

I watched Orpheus as he sighed deeply and loosened his shoulders while he looked out over the picturesque surroundings from our position on the turrets of Electi Academy.

“You seem calmer,” I said, walking over and leaning against the rough stone beside him. “For the last several days actually.”

“I found a release.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “And what might that be?” I grinned. “Because whatever it was, they should definitely bottle it.”

The corner of his mouth turned up. “I get it, I was a real dick. And I’m sorry.”

“You already apologized—many times over—and we’re good again. Besides, that was days ago now and you haven’t lost your temper with me during our training sessions since, or been a real dick either.”

Off his widening smile, I asked, “So, what calmed you down?”

He broke eye contact and lifted his shoulder. “Just a trick I can do with my magic.”

“A trick?”

Seeing my interest, he told me quickly, “Specific to Dark Fae.”

He was being evasive.

I’d come to learn well that it didn’t bode well when it came to Orpheus Hart.

But with him in a calm state for the last little while, I didn’t want to upset that by pushing him for whatever he was keeping to himself.

It was bad enough not having Xavier around much.

First, it had been because he hadn’t been down with the mission we were working, but we’d still seen him in classes, during lunch, and to hang out. Just any talk about the business side of things and he wouldn’t hear it and he’d recuse himself.

But now there was also the therapy he was undergoing with Professor Wilhelm. Over the last few days we’d barely seen him. Once at lunch was all he’d managed.

I hadn’t said anything because it was so important that he was engaging in therapy like that and learning to be at peace with his vampire side. After three years of going the other way, he really needed it so badly.

But I missed him. I missed us.

And with one down in our foursome, the last thing I wanted was to rile Orpheus up and have him becoming distant too.

“Well, I have something that may send your calm and good mood into the stratosphere,” I told him.

He cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

I stepped back and unfurled my wings. “We need to gain some distance from the campus buildings first. As much as we can with the dome in effect anyway.”

I jumped off the building and did a little spin in the air, before turning to him and hovering there, waiting for him to join me.

“Hmm, my curiosity is piqued, little angel.”

He called his wings, then leapt off the building and soared toward me until we were hovering in front of each other.

“I want you to attack me. No mercy.”

“You… what?”

“First we need an illusion to cover up what’s about to happen, though. Too much power flying about won’t go unnoticed otherwise. Especially when it’s not sanctioned by a class or the faculty.”

“We’ll need a ward to keep our magic contained and then a glamour for that.” He rubbed his palms together, then his vibrant-purple magic sparked to life.

In the next moment, a shimmering purple wall that only I could see erupted into being, surrounding us. He flicked his fingers of both hands and then it sparkled—the glamour element that would make it look like we weren’t here and everything was normal to anyone looking to this part of the sky.

“Perfect. Now, hit me with it.” I flew back several feet and as he just floated there eyeing me incredulously, I yelled over, “Come on, Dark Prince, give it to me!”

“Not the way I want to be giving it to you,” he called back with a sly smirk.

“Well, you’ll be dying to fuck me with that huge dick of yours once you see what I’m about to do.”

“Motherfuck, don’t turn me on and get my huge dick hard when I need to focus my magic, Alena.”

“I can’t help it. It just comes naturally.”

He chuckled. “Oh, little angel, it sure does. You have no idea just how tantalizing you truly are.”

I licked my lips at him seductively and he fell a little, managing to catch himself. “Shit.”

“Wow, it’s that easy, huh? Well, this isn’t gonna be any fun. I wanted to earn it.”

“What’s that? What exactly is the goal here? More sparring?”

“You’re gonna attack me with a shitload of your power and I’m gonna show you what I’m made of.”

“Really? No more holding back?”

“There’s no more time. When we were sparring before, that was me testing to ensure my control was good enough. So that I could risk doing what I’m about to now.”

“What? Why didn’t you just tell me that? Why let me ream you out?”

“Because I wasn’t sure the outcome was going to be favorable. But it was. I know where the line is and I can do it. I’m sure of it now.”

A mixture of relief and hope sparked in his eyes.

He’d really thought that he’d have to go it alone without the mammoth boost of celestial magic at his side, without someone close to him there supporting him. He wouldn’t allow any of us close to that sort of danger unless he was confident that we could handle ourselves. And I was the only one who could be that for him, so I’d ensured that I could bring it, that I could be there for him to stop his father and thereby save him from himself, and spare him for Orpheus.

He flicked his palms down and squared his shoulders. “Ready?” he called over.

I assumed one of the magic-wielding fighting stances that he’d taught me, while hovering in the air. “Like never before.”

It happened then, he let loose a fusillade of purple magical missiles, all headed straight for me.

I blasted them away, one by one, but they kept coming.

Exactly what I’d asked him to do—come at me hard.

I focused and as I continued to blast them away, I also shored up my power, feeling that familiar warmth coiling and spreading through my body.

This time, I didn’t stop it, I didn’t try to shove it down, or go the safe route.

No, this time, I let it out.

So, when he launched his third attack, I stilled, watching as they headed straight for me.

And then I did it, unleashing my golden magic from my epicenter—the heart of my power.

It surged forth like a tidal wave, rushing toward the missiles, then disintegrating them upon contact and continuing on until the wave hit Orpheus and blew him back so powerfully that he spun away in the air.

I made sure he got his bearings and didn’t actually fall out of the air, then watched as he flew back with rapid speed.

“Holy. Mother. Fuck,” he exclaimed and I grinned from ear-to-ear at the stunned and majorly impressed look all over his face.

That’s right, Dark Prince.

You’ve finally met your match.

“That was hot as all fuck,” Orpheus exclaimed as we both touched down back on the roof and folded our wings, them dematerializing in the next moment.

Before I could even respond, he was there, shoving me against one of the turrets, and then his mouth was crashing down on mine.

The rush from the battle combined with the need that had built over the last few days of not being physical with any of my men, and the seductiveness of Orpheus all on his own, took me over and I was responding aggressively the moment his lips touched mine.

I pulled at his stark white and black hair, then drove deeper and dug my nails into his scalp, earning a delightful hiss from him and a rough roll of his hips.

“What you do to me, little angel… hell,” he groaned, pulling back to reach for his belt with one hand, while the other snaked up and under my denim skirt.

Anticipation thrummed hot in my veins.

I was literally panting with the need he’d awakened in me.

He leaned in again and slicked his tongue over my throat, making me throw my head back at the delectable, spine-tingling sensations he was eliciting. “Shit, Orpheus. Yes .”

He had his belt undone in the next moment and his pants open. The fingers of his other hand reached the apex of my thighs, about to brush over my panties.

He went to pull his cock out.

And then a rush of foreign magic pulsed through the area.

I gasped and Orpheus stilled as Professor Edgar Marlowe suddenly materialized from a green cloud of teleportation.

Orpheus removed his hand from underneath my skirt and sweetly patted it down, fixing it. “Motherfuck, Professor,” he grunted as he kissed my cheek, then turned around and did up his pants. “Your timing is atrocious.”

Professor Marlowe pinched the bridge of his nose. “Believe me, it’s not something I’m happy about bearing witness to.”

Before the uncomfortableness could wash over us fully, Orpheus stepped forward and asked, “What had you teleporting in without any warning?”

“I’ve been searching for you everywhere. I had to employ a tracking spell in the end, likely meaning you have an illusion up somewhere near. To hide what, I don’t want to know.”

“You don’t?” I asked, wondering why he wouldn’t push to find out.

I was getting a bad feeling, a very bad feeling. What was going on?

“Other things matter more currently.”

“What things?” Orpheus asked, looking at me, before focusing on Professor Marlowe.

“The dean needs to see you immediately.”

My gut twisted. Did they know? Had the Academy found out about what we were planning regarding Saryan Hart and the acolytes?

Fortunately, Orpheus kept his cool and his stoic self was out in full force as he asked calmly, “Concerning?”

“Your father.”

Oh shit.