Page 36 of SIN Bone Deep

“Never mind,” Callista folded it closed and set it to the side. “How are you this morning Elenyx?”

“Oh, don’t you look lovely,” Fennel set a plate of eggs on the table. “Red suits you so nicely, my dear. Are you wearing your necklace?”

“Yes,” reminded of its presence I pulled it out from under the top. When I had been wearing a shirt, it had laid beneath, but now it made sense to wear it on top. No one seeing it would think it anything other than an odd locket. “Thank you.”

“There was an odd energy around last night,” Callista examined her fingernails nonchalantly. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, Elenyx?”

“An… odd energy?” I asked innocently around buttering a slice of toast. “I wasn’t spellcasting.” Had they heard the bed, after all? No. I was certain that if they had, they would have come to my door. Ender had done something to prevent their hearing us together.

“Mhm,” Callista slid me a look under her eyelashes. “Not precisely the energy that I was speaking of.”

“I sensed it in my sleep,” Fennel agreed. “A dark, old energy.”

“I’m sure I know nothing about dark, old energies,” I lied. That would, possibly, describe a grim reaper’s magic. “I’d better…” I finished my toast and drank the orange juice hastily as I rose. As if sensing my need to escape, a horn tooted from the front of the house. “Ah, there is my ride now. Have a nice day,” I blew a kiss as I grabbed my bag and headed towards the front door.

The sunlight was bright in Mal’s hair. He leaned against the passenger side door, fiddling with his cufflinks as he waited for me, and looked up with a bright smile as I hurried out of the house and across the porch.

As I reached the car, he caught me by the elbow and pulled me against him. He dragged his lips and nose from my collarbone to the corner of my jaw, inhaling. “You smell like him,” he murmured into my ear. “If I slipped my fingers into you, would you taste like him too?”

“Mal…” I panted, my body burning into desire, a forest fire, wild and wicked.

“I could drink him from between your thighs like wine,” he purred and teased my earlobe with his tongue. “Shall we find a quiet place and find out what vintage he is? And perhaps make a blend of our own?”

“We… Have to meet our tutor,” I gasped out.

“Afterwards, perhaps,” his lips grazed from the corner of my jaw, brushing over my lips lightly, his tongue flicking into my mouth as if seeking Ender’s flavor within. I was unaware that there was a limit to kisses or to whom you could give them, Ender’s words echoed within my mind as he stood behind us and watched.

“He said that you were dangerous,” I whispered as the kiss eased.

His grin lit up his eyes. “I am. Oh, that I am. And you love that about me. It makes your heart race and,” his hand dropped from my hip and slipped under my skirt, skillfully delving beneath the elastic of my panties so that he could sink two fingers within me. I gripped his shoulders with a moan and hoped that the aunts and Nova were not watching through the windows as he fucked me with them, the heel of his palm pressed tight to my clit.

He withdrew his fingers and, holding my eyes, slipped them between his lips, the pink of his tongue showing as he licked me from them with relish. “Your cunt weep for me.”

He did not lie. My heart pattered within me as frantically as that of a frightened rabbit, but it was not fear that I felt. I swallowed thickly, almost tasting the flavor of myself upon my tongue, remembered from the kiss with Ender the night before. “We don’t want to be late.”

He smiled and stepped back, resting his hand casually on the door whilst he gestured for me to step within with the other. “Your carriage awaits, my lady.” His cock tented his chinos as I slid into the seat, placing it on eye level. “That’s not my eyes,” he added cheekily as he closed the doors, and then swaggered around the car to the driver’s seat.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in centuries,” he told me through a wide grin as he started the engine.

“I’m glad that you’re enjoying yourself,” I said dryly as he drove too fast along the driveway. He pulled out onto the road without seeming to look, and I clutched at the car in alarm. “Slow down! One of us, at least, is mortal.”

“Don’t worry, pretty thing. I will not let you die.” He tilted his head slightly, his expression thoughtful for a fleeting moment, and then he burst into laughter. “Indeed, I will not let you die,” he repeated and continued to chuckle over it as he whizzed across the intersection.

The silver Porsche Cabriolet drew as many eyes as Aunt Callista’s Corniche and, as we passed a group of the popular girls that Nova had been hanging out with and they stared, I tried not to look as if I noticed that they watched. Normally the stares of Mortensby’s people unnerved me because I knew that behind the stares was a deep-rooted hate, but these stares were ones of envy. I was in an expensive car with a handsome boy, and for a fleeting moment, they wanted to be where I was.

“Do you want me to do a lap?” Mal offered, mischievously, revealing that he knew precisely what effect he had. “Or two?”

“We’ll be late,” I reminded him, slightly embarrassed by the vanity that made me want to say yes.

“He’ll wait,” Mal slowed the car down and turned through the main street of town, which was busy with pedestrians. He slowed to let a woman push a pram across the road, and she met my eyes. Kristine Sawyer’s lover’s wife. This time her gaze was hostile, and I wondered what her husband had said about me, no doubt seeking to discredit me in case I ever approached her to reveal his affair.

“In the eyes of the world, you’re only as good as your last sin,” Mal observed. “Whatever did you do to that woman that makes her look as if she wishes to set you on fire, Elenyx?”

“Nothing,” I said softly. “I’m a Vossen. We don’t need to do anything to be hated.”

“How dark,” he enjoyed it. “And why is that my dearest hated one?”

“Because we are witches,” I said as he finished his slow parade through the main street and picked up speed again as he navigated his way back towards the Academy. “The people of this town have always sought to destroy us… unless they need something from us, and then they come with fake smiles and open palms.”

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