Page 37 of Overwhelmed By Magic

“Just stay out of trouble and you’ll be fine.”

I want to ask why no one in this room has ever stepped in, why five of the students have had to protect me but that won’t go over well. I’ll ask Tamara later. Realizing that this meeting isn’t going anywhere, I excuse myself and scamper back to my office but not before I hear Leo’s last words.

“You think he figured it out?”

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SKYE

Figured what out?

I thought I hated Grimrose Academy before I got here but I hate it a million more times now. If it wasn’t for the five Magila who have stolen my attention, I wouldn’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Rumi and Jade are still very much a mystery to me. Stellan is growing on me after he held me in his lap and Ambrose… I choose not to think about it.

Unfortunately, I don’t get that luxury as I nearly run into them when I step back into my office. They’re standing shoulder to shoulder, Harlow studying my expression as he always does when I draw away from him. Ambrose on the other hand still looks like he wants to murder me. Is this something I’m going to have to get used to? Because it’s confusing and sexy at the same time.

“Yes?” I ask as I push past them so that I can gather my shit and return to our room. I don’t want to be anywhere near the other employees right now. Gathering the journal and a few papers, I wait for one of them to say something.

“Babe, how the fuck did you claim a mage?”

I huff out a sigh. “Fuck if I know. He asked me what I wanted in exchange for finding this and… then I just said that I wanted him to behave because he was bothering me.”

Silence meets my confusion until something akin to a purr bellows from Ambrose’s chest. I look up in horror, wondering what he’s doing when I realize I’ve somehow activated this growing bond and that sound is for me. He sounds like an animal and I’m torn between loving it and despising it. Harlow finds it hilarious as he bursts out laughing, holding his chest.

“Holy fucking shit. If I believed in half the magic crap entertainment that’s put out these days, I would have thought you bonded a demon by Ambrose’s response.”

That’s not something I want to dwell on. Can essence make a demon? That seems contrary to whatever Mother Nature’s gift truly is. Before I continue explaining what’s going on, though, I suggest returning to our room with everyone else so I only have to share the details once.

Ambrose and Harlow quickly agree, although the mage is all too eager to make this discussion a little more exciting with alcohol and chips. I’m not even going to ask how he’s going to pay for that shit because the academy doesn’t serve any of what he’s about to acquire.

“You can come with me, little human.”

“No, I’d rather not get caught strolling through a liquor store when I’m supposed to be here. Enjoy yourself. Don’t get tequila.” I’m not a big alcohol person but Harlow… if he gets his hands on tequila, the night will never end. Everyone will end up naked and while an orgy sounds like a great fucking distraction, I need to talk out my thoughts, not avoid them.

Harlow strings his arm through mine and places a rather fat kiss on my cheek just as we reach my room. I don’t even notice the other students anymore. I keep my head down or focused on the Magila guiding me, choosing to fade everything else out of my mind. I hate not being able to drink in the beautiful cafeteria or catalog the intricacies of this academy without meeting one of the students’ eyes. Granted, their interest seems to have waned or Rumi and Ambrose have just done a very good job of threatening everyone.

Ambrose promises to be back within a few minutes when we reach the room, leaving Harlow and me in an uncomfortable silence.

“How are you doing, babe? Really. I can’t apologize enough for-”

I cut him off, cupping his cheeks in my hands after dropping the journal and my papers to the ground. “Stop apologizing. I know why it had to happen and I was stupid for walking out there. That’s not… it just brought the nightmares a little closer.” I tug my bottom lip inside my mouth, nibbling on it as I try to find the right words. How much do I want to tell Harlow? How much do I want to tell everyone else? If they are my only protection from the outside world, it seems pertinent that I would tell them everything. “Things have been changing. A lot of them and I didn’t know how to explain it. I’m sorry for keeping things from you.”

He just observes me silently for a moment before leaning forward to kiss me. I groan into his mouth, missing his taste. I enjoy the attention I get from the others but this is what I’ve been craving. Moments with Harlow.

He guides me back to the mattress, sighing when I mention the door is wide open. He clicks his tongue and disappears into the void, reappearing by the entrance to slam it shut. Then he’s in front of me again, hovering over me as we climb onto the bed. Harlow swallows my moans as greedy hands claw at my clothes, shedding every last piece of fabric until we’re as naked as the day we were born.

“Goddess, I’ve missed this,” Harlow purrs, a similar sound to the one that Ambrose made earlier. I don’t know what to make of it. He caresses my cheek, the other moving between us to wrap around my cock and stroke it a few times. A strangled sound peels from my lips as my back arches, the need to be taken care of growing. “You’re everything, you know that?”

His lips reattach to mine as he continues his languid strokes until I’m leaking and whining for more. Harlow doesn’t rush the moment though, nipping at my chin and jaw as he picks up his pace. He gathers my hands in one of his, pulling them over my head, gaze lingering on my mark. Harlow presses his lips to it, a ragged sigh coming free.

Essence bleeds through my skin, much like that moment with Stellan but it runs hotter, driving my need. My hips thrust into Harlow’s grip and before long, I’m coating his chest and mine, both of us trying to catch our breath.

It’s evident that he’s not done yet when he flips me over, his cum coated hand slicking over his own cock. I hold my breath, waiting for the intrusion of Harlow’s fingers as they work me open with my own release, my cries stolen by the bedding as I stuff my face into it. That’s when I feel the caress of his essence, that cold bite I enjoy so much but there’s an added one. It’s mysterious and dark, an edge that’s old and worn.

Ambrose is here.

Watching.

I twist around just enough to meet those devilish green eyes, a mixture of shock and desire on the mage’s face as he stands just inside our room. I’m not even sure he meant to be here but the connection between the three of us somehow drew him here.

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