Page 89 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
He made me lose it. I lost all sense of caution, all sense of self-preservation, as I sank down on him the rest of the way and swiveled my hips. His heat magic stroked my clit and he leaned up to take my nipple into his hot mouth.
I rode him harder and faster, letting my eyes sink closed and just feel. My core felt like tinder catching flame and burning hotter and hotter, the embers blowing up and swirling through my stomach and my mind. I was fire. Malcolm’s magic warmed a little further. I rode faster, panting, sweating, scraping my nails down his shoulders as he sucked my breast harder, distending my nipple. And then I hit that peak—that haze where everything in my eyesight became lacy because my eyes couldn’t focus. “Malcolm!” I cried, not wanting to go there without him, but unable to stop myself.
Malcolm’s hand dug into my hip and his other wrapped around my back. He gave three, hard, pelvis-breaking thrusts into me and then … we exploded in bliss together.
After we came down, I lay on Malcolm’s chest, breathing hard, light flaring randomly from my palms. The buzz of magic in my chest just prolonged the heady sense of satisfaction I felt.
Malcolm stroked my back. “I’m impressed.”
I leaned up onto my elbow so that I could look down at him. His eyes glowed like orange flames with the extra power he had in his system. The orange eyes were beautiful with his honey hair in a way that was completely unexpected. And intimate. A sense of possessiveness overwhelmed me. Those post-sex orange eyes were mine. Should be mine. I tried to shake off that foolish, presumptive thought and instead reached down to trace his lips. I loved how swollen they were from my kisses. “Why are you impressed?” I asked, leaning down to taste his mouth one more time.
When I pulled back up, Malcolm’s eyes burned red hot. “I’m impressed because I was sure you’d lose.”
I laughed—until Malcolm’s arm swooped behind me and rolled us over so that he ended up on top. He leaned down and ran his nose along my neck. “I want a rematch,” he whispered.
He got one.
Chapter 35
I caughtLaura bright handed later that night. When I went back to my room around midnight, the smell was awful. It didn’t just smell like wolf urine. It smelled like that Fang bastard had marked his territory by expressing his anal glands. I used my sleeve to cover my mouth and went out into the hall to dial Professor Huchmala, our dorm monitor.
“Someone broke into my room.”
Huchmala arrived wearing a floral flannel nightgown that looked like it might have been from the 1800s. Her odd eyes stared up at the corner of my door frame. But as soon as I cracked my door, she backed away, practically choking from the scent.
“What the hell?” She gagged and called some maintenance men on her phone. “Make sure you bring a Force to blow some air through this place.” Then she knelt in the hallway and pulled out her wand. She wrote us each a quick nose-deadening smell so that we could walk inside.
“How did this happen?” she asked, her voice high-pitched from the spell. It essentially acted like a nose pinch, only it was much more effective.
I gave a shrug and pulled on my innocent persona. “I dunno. I was just studying in the common room—” (My eyes blinked vapidly, trying to convince her I was there and totally not fucking Malcolm in the guys’ dorm). I shook my head and puffed out my lips. “I overheard some girls talking about hazing me the other day, they don’t like me much, so I did kind of try to set up my room a little … to at least be able to figure out who was after me.”
I pulled a jar of paint out of my backpack and held it out for Huchmala to examine while I made my way to the window ledge. Sure enough, the UV reactive white paint I’d used to coat the ledge was smeared. I lit my hand with UV light so that the ledge glowed bright orange. “See? They’ve probably washed their hands, but with a UV light, maybe their sink will still have traces of the paint.”
Huchmala’s mouth drew into a thin line, her normal hazy hippie artist demeanor falling away. She marched right out of my room to the door next to mine. She banged on it.
It was a long night, sitting in the hall, watching as every girl in the place had to present her hands and her sink for my UV inspection. It was a good thing I didn’t care about friends. It was a good thing it was nearly spring break. Because that night I became the most hated girl at the academy.
I didn’t give a fuck. The satisfaction of shining a light on Laura’s sink, watching her face—as what she’d thought were invisible droplets of watered-down white paint glow bright orange—was worth it. The way Huchmala grabbed Laura by the scruff and dragged her off made me giddy. The feeling was better than any temporary friendships I might have made anyhow. I was on a countdown again. In another week, I’d either be back here, playing it cool and biding my time, or I’d be locked up. I didn’t need high school girls and their drama. There was no time in my life for friends. My thoughts flicked to the guys. But we were more than friends. They were my crew. I didn’t have time for other friends, I reminded myself as I gathered up one or two items that didn’t smell horrific and followed the maintenance crew up to the attic. That thought reminded me of Emelia. I wondered for a second how she was doing. But that wonder was interrupted by the maintenance crew unlocking an attic room on the fourth floor so that I could sleep up there for the night.
The room was dusty, but the Force janitor was nice enough to clean it for me. I fell asleep fully clothed, on a bed that didn’t have sheets, and dreamed about Matthew chasing me through the hallway with a toy snake he’d enchanted to hiss. I woke up smiling, though tear tracks stained my cheeks. I was gonna get my brother back. I could feel it.
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The next dayI had a level five Spell writing test in Professor Trusk’s class. Unlike my prior academies, which taught students all the way up to level eight spells (the type of spells required by the Pinnacle), MAD was more interested in getting students to graduate and hold base-level magical jobs at energy plants—wind and water power were the typical career paths for most magicals.
Even with only a level five spell, I had to help walk a guy to the nurse’s office.
One dude ripped his arm open when he mixed up the order of some instructions. Since I’d finished my spell first, as I always did in that boring-ass class, Trusk called me over.
“Hayley, come here please.” The professor with the walrus-sized mustache summoned me to his desk as he wrapped the guy’s arm in gauze. The blood immediately soaked through the bandage and the smell of seared flesh reached my nose.
I had to swallow hard to avoid nausea.
Trusk pushed the guy toward me. “Take Ben here to the nurse’s office. But go the long way around. Do not go past the faculty lounge.” Trusk’s beady brown eyes stared steadily at me. “Got it?”
My stomach churned when I realized the implications of what he said. It was lunch time. Half the faculty shifted at lunch time. I’d had to feed them during detention before. I pressed my teeth tightly together to keep my face expressionless in front of Ben, who looked like he might pass out. I nodded.
I dragged him through the halls and out around to the front of the admin building. He got so heavy at that point I had to set him down on the front steps and run inside to the nurse’s office. As I ran, my burner phone buzzed inside my cross-body purse—the buzz from it was different than my normal phone. Potts was the only person with that number.
