Page 4 of Faeheart
“I’m gonna?—”
But that was all he managed to get out before he flooded my mouth with his seed. Clear, sticky fluid rushed over my tongue, sweetness bursting in my mouth. I groaned in pleasure as I drank him down, taking every last drop. It was just what I needed to round out a beautiful three-day orgy.
“Perfect,” I murmured, pulling back with a satisfied grin and licking my lips clean. “Now I can face another year of stuffy witch academia.”
The dryad chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Don’t let them dull that wild spirit of yours.”
“Thanks…” I paused. “I forgot you name.”
“Laceleaf,” the dryad smiled, kissing me again. “And don’t you forget it. When you get back from school, I’m gonna ruin that ass of yours.”
I gave him a wink. “Promise?”
“You have my word.”
I climbed out of the pool with Laceleaf, water streaming from my pale skin. Giving him one last kiss, he headed back toward the main orgy, leaving me to make my way over to where I’d stashed my belongings. It was time to get dressed and get back to school.
Summer was officially over.
My bags sat exactly where I’d left them three days ago, untouched thanks to the protective wards I’d woven around them. I pulled on my clothes with reluctance, fitted jeans, a vintage band t-shirt I didn’t recognize, and boots that had seen better days. I’d lifted them all from a thrift shop the last time I’d gone to the human world. Shoplifting, I realized, was kind of fun.
As I shouldered my pack, a familiar tingle ran down my spine. Someone was watching me. I turned to find Sage, an older fae with silver hair and knowing eyes, approaching through the trees. She was an advisor to my parents and my personal pain in the ass since she was the one usually in charge of me. She also had a tendency to be a bit of an oracle, making vague predictions at odd moments.
“Leaving us so soon, little prince?” she asked, her voice carrying that musical quality all ancient fae possessed.
“You know I have to,” I replied, adjusting my bag’s straps. “School waits for no one.”
She tilted her head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “This year will be different.”
“They’re all different,” I said with a shrug. “New classes, new drama, same boring routine.”
“No.” Her voice carried the weight of prophecy. “This year, you’ll find what you’ve been searching for.”
I paused, meeting her ancient gaze. “And what exactly have I been searching for?”
A smile played at the corners of her lips. “Your place in this world. When the stars align, you’ll find yourself as part of something larger. Three hearts, one storm, and a power that will change the world.”
Before I could ask what the hell that fucking meant, she melted back into the forest like mist. Typical fae cryptic bullshit. Maybe my parents put her up to it just to entice me to go back to the academy. They knew how much I hated school. But I hated stupid prophecies even more.
I shook my head and took a deep breath. Concentrating hard, I forced my body to morph and change. My ears shrunk down to human size, retaining their points. I felt my face shift and tighten, my trickster grin shrinking along with my teeth as they both became more human-like as well. My body stayed mostlythe same except for my fingers, which became a little shorter. By the time I let out my breath once more, I knew I looked almost passably human. It was to be my facade for the next few months in order to make the mortals comfortable. With a wave of my hand, I summoned up the portal that would take me back to their realm, to Widdershins Academy.
Stepping through, the familiar tug of interdimensional travel tugged at my consciousness. I couldn’t stop from wondering what fresh hell awaited me at school. I wasn’t allowed to choose my classes myself and my parents hadn’t given me my schedule yet. That meant a trip to the dean’s office to see what stupid bullshit I was supposed to be learning this year. I couldn’t wait to graduate, so I could finally fuck off and do my own thing. My parents might’ve wanted me to join the Seelie Court like them, but I didn’t want anything to do with that life. I craved… noneededfreedom.
The portal deposited me at the perfectly formed ring of standing stones that served as the only magical entrance into the academy. The imposing Gothic towers of the main building stretched toward gray September clouds, and I could already smell the oppressive scent of old books and older rules wafting through the air. Students moved across the courtyard in small clusters, most of them looking disgustingly eager to be back.
I spotted a few familiar faces, other fae who looked as thrilled as I felt to be here, a coven of witch girls giggling over their class schedules, and some shifters lounging near the fountain like they owned the place. The usual hierarchy was already reasserting itself after the summer break.
“Wilderain of the Briar Hall,” a crisp voice called from behind me.
I turned to find Professor Zante, the academy’s vice-dean, approaching with her signature disapproving expression. Her silver hair was pulled back so severely it probably gave her apermanent headache, and her black robes billowed dramatically despite the complete lack of wind.
“Professor,” I replied with a lazy grin. “Miss me over the summer?”
Her lips pursed. “The Dean wishes to see you immediately. Your... unique schedule requires explanation.”
“Unique how?” I asked, though I was pretty sure I already knew. My parents had probably pulled strings to get me into the most boring, rule-heavy classes possible.
“You’ll find out,” she said, turning on her heel. “Follow me.”
