Page 70 of Wicked Heirs

I wanted to go back.

So. Fucking. Badly.

But nothing could make that a reality.

Not even my father and he’d tried so much to undo it.

He’d come close to delving irreversibly deep into black magic to undo the vampiric turn.

And that was when I’d begged him to stop, when I’d told the biggest lie of my life and convinced him that I would be okay with it, that I’d be okay to live like this.

Fortunately, I’d pushed him to enroll me in Electi Academy shortly after that, citing that I wanted to throw myself into my new existence and learn how to balance my new hybrid nature. In reality, I hadn’t wanted him to see my lie, to see my struggle at accepting myself as this…thing.

“Damnation,”I ground out.

I swallowed it down and focused on what I needed to do, what Orpheus had pointed out to me.

I needed to handle my own business and actually go to Alena now, instead of just waiting.

I needed to act.

I pulled my denim shirt off the back of my desk chair and slid it on over my white t-shirt, rolling up the cuffs to my elbows as I usually did and revealing a good deal of my tattoo sleeves. I also had them over my torso like Orpheus. But, unlike his, mine were brown and gold and they represented every spell I’d learned over the years—before the vampire thing.

In a way they were my life story through magic.

A life that I’d loved.

I adjusted the belt of my ripped jeans, then psyched myself up in my head, before I then headed for the door to my chambers.

I threw it open, only to pull up short at the sight of the very person I was off to see standing right there outside my door.

There she was in one of her favored kimonos, this one red, beige and blue and over a blue lace bralette, which she’d paired with denim shorts. Her pink hair was in a half-up, half-down do. She looked incredible and beyond sexy.

“Alena,” I breathed, more than a little taken aback.

“Hey. Can we talk?”

“Actually, I was coming to ask you the same thing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I said, as our eyes locked. “Really, beautiful.” I stepped back from the door and gestured inside. “Come on in.”

As she took the offer and stepped across the threshold, I sucked in a breath.

Admit that you want her. I doubt she’ll mind sharing. She’s already shown interest in us both.

“Fucking Orpheus,” I muttered under my breath.

“What was that?” Alena asked, turning to face me as I shut the door behind me.

“Nothing, just talking to myself.”

She winked at me. “The best of us do.”

I smiled. “Yeah. So… I mean… what are you… what’s brought you to my door?”

Do you want to sink your virgin cock into her sweet cunt?

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