Page 92 of Wicked Heirs

“Yes… ungh…fuck!”she cried, convulsing beneath me and clenching down around my cock as she came.

I didn’t stop, and it had her coming again and again, until her screams turned raw and hoarse.

I felt her growing lethargic, so I withdrew my fangs and hid them away, then leaned down and slicked my blood-drenched tongue all over her lips, making her taste it.

Her glassy eyes locked on mine and a little smirk spread over her face before she licked it all up.

The sight of it finally had me losing the battle to hold on, and I roared out into the room as I came deep inside her, filling her with my hot cum.

It was enough to set her off once more and she came all over my cock again, before then collapsing back onto the sheets, barely lucid.

“Oh my God,” she breathed.

I eased out of her and rolled off her, gathering her into my arms and holding her to me.

“Thank you,” I said, stroking her hair and soothing her. “Are you all right?”

“Couldn’t be better,” she said, sleepily. “You?”

“This night will live in my memory forever, Alena.”

“Worth the wait then?”

I smiled. “Without a doubt. Absolutely.” I kissed her cheek and a soft smile played on her lips. “Rest now, my beautiful angel.”

I held her as she fell asleep and it wasn’t long before I joined her.

16

~Alena~

The last week had been a whirlwind.

A whirlwindromancewith Xavier Sabre.

Ever since our first night together, we’d been spending as much time as we could in each other’s company.

He’d kept up the romantic element, taking me on picnics in secluded areas of the campus grounds, conjuring dinner outside my door then showing up all dressed up for a surprise date. We’d talked a lot about our parents and the special bond they had, as well as recounting some humorous incidents we’d observed between the two of them over the years. We’d spent time using our magic together too and I’d showed him the foundations of how to make my magical models. I’d also read over his work-in-progress,Love Me Dirty,and given him some feedback, telling him he needed a little more buildup with the two love interests to avoid an unrealistic instalove situation, and also to work on the chemistry. After my feedback, combined with the fact that he was no longer a virgin, I’d noticed a difference in his writing when I’d read over it again. It had taken on a much dirtier edge rather than just muted lust, the former fitting the title much better. I’d also been with him in the cafeteria during the firstblood bag test, marking the moment with him. Talon had been there too, but he hadn’t said much to either of us beyond some polite small talk. He was obviously nervous because of his part in Orpheus’ interference at the café that afternoon, worried I’d retaliate or something.

I had no intention of doing anything like that.

So long as it was a one-off.

I understood the concept of slipping up.

Orpheus and Talon were also Xavier’s best friends. They were a brotherhood really. And there was already a distance between them, a rift, because of what had gone down that day and how pissed Xavier had been about it. I didn’t want to worsen that. I didn’t want him to pull from his friends and be without that connection—no matter how infuriating the two of them could be sometimes.

Although he’d loosened up a little, he still struggled with his vampire side, what he believed was hisdark side, and he needed the camaraderie and support from two beings who knew him so well and who understood that, and had been there for him through it since he’d been turned.

I was also cutting Orpheus some slack because I could see past his actions to the source. He was hurting because I’d put distance between us, because I hadn’t just fallen into bed with him and under his allure again—despite how hard it had been to deny it. Most of all, because I’d hitpauseon our bonding. He operated under the determination that things werehis way or the highwayand I couldn’t condone that. Something had to give. He knew exactly what that was thanks to me spelling it out, and until he could offer that, there was no continuing things, let alone moving forward. It would set a really bad precedent and I wouldn’t get myself in a situation that risked me being controlled by anyone, especially someone who could prove dangerous in that capacity.

For the next couple of days, Xavier and I were taking some time apart to deal with our own things. Studying and catching up on readings being the first, something that may have slipped a little during the last week. And to also indulge in our hobbies. He was doing some more work on his book. Now that I’d finished my readings and turned in my Natural Healing project, I had some time to do mine—building structures out of my magic. It not only served as a leisure activity, something relaxing and fun to do, but it also was a means for me to keep working on my magic, growing stronger and more controlled.

I stood back and marveled at the magical model of the Colosseum that I’d fashioned, shimmering with my golden power and illuminating the clearing in the forest through the dark night. It sat next to the Pantheon that I’d made earlier.

I guess I was on a bit of a Roman kick tonight.

I was just about to mix it up and fashion a Viking village complete with the challenge of finite details that would help to test me, when the area lit up with a burst of red and orange flames.

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