Page 111 of Class Studies

Ashe groaned. “If you know a cleaning rune, why didn’t you fucking clean the washroom?”

Tanwyn slid to Saffron’s side and gave the Greek God a high five. “Because these rooms were never going to be perfect, and your stubborn arse needed a push as badly as Dot’s.”

“Fucking manipulative snake,” Ashe lunged for Tanwyn, but the summoner darted back into my tower, and Vac’s growl vibrated the floor.

Saffron wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me. “I know this is your first harem, but balance. Ashe and Beryl can’t be the only ones sleeping at your side.”

I hung my head. “Yeah, Wyn explained that.”

Saffron kissed me again. “You can always change your mind when your favorite changes.”

I flinched back. “I don’t play favorites.”

Saffron chuckled, and blood rushed to my cheeks. Maybe I did a little. It was more of a preference at the moment. I wrinkled my nose. All my boyfriends brought out a different aspect of my personality, and I rather enjoyed the dynamics—most of the time.

“Everyone plays favorites, but no one admits to it.” Saffron squeezed my waist. “You can think of it more like pairing wine and cheese. Except its mood and man, as long as I’m the man most of the time.”

He winked at me. I didn’t have the heart to tell Saffron I’d never paired wine and cheese together before, but I understood his point. I shimmied to his front and stood on my toes to place a kiss on his lips. He trailed his hand down my side and cupped my ass. My power surged forward. I badly wanted to release it, but I couldn’t.

Just because Operation DUMP failed didn’t give me the right to put my guys in danger.

“Holy crap,” Beryl’s voice came from my tower. “Ashe, what did you eat? It even took your chair. I can sell farts that powerful.”

I pulled away from Saffron before I could laugh into our kiss.

“Ha, you’re“Agreed,” Ashe said. “Circle up around A.” hilarious,” Ashe barked. “Hulk out and move these big chunks into the hall.”

“Hot baby,” Beryl purred. “I’ll be your tool any day.”

The sound of flying stones crashing into various objects filled my tower. Beryl laughed before making an ‘oomf’ noise. I winced.

“Later.” Saffron kissed the top of my head. “Let’s get our new home sorted.”

* * *

With Professor Garnet helping the cleanup effort, we had the rooms set up and my tower spotless before midnight. No more extra uniforms or books cluttered my space. The beds we’d squeezed in rolled to their new home in what would be Beryl and Ashe’s room.

While the boys cleaned, I’d drawn. Using the living vine I’d created to make my Shell, runes lined the hole in the wall in an arch shape. A matching arch, a little thinner, rested on the same wall as the kitchen. The white chalk looked stark against the black stone. All I needed now was my guys to charge up my work, and we’d have our new home.

I hugged myself. My shell had closed me off from the world, and it felt good to use the same magic to open up my tower.

My joints ached with need even thinking about magic. My core simmered, sending another wave of heat so intense I swayed on my feet. Ashe had healed my black eye and bruises, and his healing magic hadn’t helped the pulsing lust pounding in my veins.

I walked to the sink and refilled my water. My guys sat scattered around the room, dressed in their standard issues PJs. There wasn’t enough coffee in the world to replenish their magic after casting countless cleaning spells and lifting chunks of the thirteenth-century castle up and down ten flights of stairs.

They were out of energy and magic. But they didn’t have to be.

I rubbed my itchy but clean arms, grateful for the three washrooms making shower time much less complicated. “I want to start over.”

All five mages gave me their attention. I swallowed uncomfortably. “Ah, we still need to talk about some house rules…but ah, for tonight….” I flailed.

Professor Garnet grinned. “Transfer into all of us. You’re overflowing.”

I pointed at him. “You’re the reason I’m overflowing. We should have just talked about this!”

The professor’s grin widened. “Yes, we should have.” He stood and captured my chin in his hand. “Now we have and won’t forget how important communication is.” He released me and looked at everyone. “All of us.”

“Not everything needs to be a lesson, Professor,” I growled.

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