Page 32 of Wicked Heirs

I’d never seen him like this before.

What the shit was going on?

Who the hell was this girl that she had the ability to impact Orpheus Hart, of all beings?

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~Xavier~

I was in heaven.

Or maybe it was really hell from the outside looking in.

Maybe I couldn’t recognize it, that I was the demon doing demonic things.

Maybe hell belonged to me because of the monster I’d become.

The monster I’d been forced to become.

Stop. Stop thinking things like that.

Easier said than done.

I sank my fangs deeper into the throat of the blonde sitting on the grass in front of me as I held her hair off her neck while I fed. She was obviously an experienced feeder, because she was barely reacting as I tasted her and coated my tongue with her blood. She was far more concerned with the girl lapping at her thighs and inching closer to her pussy hidden beneath a leather skirt. Her breasts were on display from when she’d jerked down her leather bustier to just beneath them to entice the redhead now playing with her.

I could smell the scent of sex from the both of them, but I’d been shoving it down and focusing on my feed instead, on finally being able to drink straight from the vein.

I didn’t like to mix feeding with fucking.

It was too dangerous.

The struggle was real for me.

Feeding and maintaining control was hard enough as it was without introducing an out-of-control and carnal element like sex into it.

I had to keep them separate.

At least for now, until I could achieve better control.

The party was in full swing all around me.

Magic-wielders were levitating up the trees, practicing moving from branch to branch with coordinated precision. Some were levitating each other too. There was a magical lightshow taking place as some of them sparred, pushing themselves in a way they couldn’t with the rules imposed upon them during classes. Werewolves were running through the space, enjoying their uninhibited time in wolf form. There was a hunt going on through the depth of the forest with vampires chasing magic-wielders, where they’d then move into a fuck-and-feed once their prey was caught.

Speaking of fuck-and-feeds, I caught sight of several instances of that happening against a couple of trees, some benches Ore had conjured, and on the grass itself. A group of Light Fae were doing earth magic, growing flowers from their seedlings, others creating controlled sinkholes, pushing the envelope there too. On a couple of blankets a few feet away, some students just chilled, drawing random pictures with their magic as they got high from some magical weed. There was also a long bar where magically-infused alcoholic concoctions were being served.

I looked out at Talon a few feet away right opposite me as he lounged on a gold jeweled throne that a witch had conjured for him at his request. She was his type—big hair, piercings and tattoos galore, wearing a red leather mini-dress. Edgy and overtly sexy was his thing usually. But he’d barely paid her any interest, aside from thanking her and giving her a little show with his phoenix fire. He’d just been sitting on the throne drinking some spelled Hurricanes and taking everything in. And every few moments, he’d looked out at me to make sure I was doing okay with my feed. Just like he’d said he would.

Although, it seemed like more than that was behind him not even so much as flirting with anyone.

I finished my feed and the girl eased away and dove down on the one between her thighs.

As they started going at it and literally rolling around on the grass with each other, I leaned back on the grass licking my lips and savoring the last of the coppery tang, when Artemis Highleen stepped up to me, a Light Fae in his sophomore year.

“You up for it?” he asked me.

Light Fae blood? Yes. It was more potent than the witch blood I’d just tasted. Even more than that was Dark Fae blood.

“Definitely,” I told Artemis.

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