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His hot breath on my ear and his hands grabbing my hips stir the rising darkness inside me. I want more. “So ruin me.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” he whispers, sliding his hand to the front of my neck. He grabs it hard and nips my ear with his teeth. “We wouldn’t be gentle with you. We’d tear through your cunt and feast on your virginity like a pack of starving lions.”
I’m so aroused, the inside of my thighs are sticky with desire.
Alaric smirks at me, his fingers trailing over my throbbing cheek. “You heard Daemon. Beg and you can have us all.”
They step back, then disappear out the door.
“Fuck,” I growl.
My body hums with need.
Somewhere in the house, girls giggle.
ChapterSix
AURELIA
The clouds part, and the silvery moonlight casts the boys’ faces in an ethereal glow as they stand with their legs planted and arms crossed. I scan my eyes around the open field, lined by trees, at the back of the academy. My breath is visible as I ask, “What are we doing here?”
“Headmistress wants us to teach you to fly. It’s the first skill to master before we do anything else,” Daemon responds.
I drag my gaze away from the blanket of stars overhead and frown. “You brought me here to teach me to fly?”
They don’t respond, and the longer they stare at me, the more nervous I become. I clear my throat. “Now what?”
“Spread your wings,” Daemon orders, and my ears heat.
It feels intimate to unfold my wings in front of these three boys, who watch me expectantly. I’m acutely aware of how I differ from them with my white feathers and pale skin. The air shifts behind me, and I chance a look at the guys as my wings stretch out fully. Neither of them says a word. They just stare.
“Move them.” Daemon’s deep voice licks at my skin, causing heat to sink to my clit. I love how the breeze shifts his hair and how his dark eyes drink me up. I experimentally flex my wings, moving them in upward and downward movements. Nothing happens.
“You weren’t lying when you said you’ve never flown,” he says, circling me while I continue moving my wings.
“No.” The admission is embarrassing, especially when everyone here is such a skilled flyer. Why didn’t they teach it to us back home? Did they worry we would fly over the wall and discover this place of darkness for ourselves?
Daemon rounds on me again, towering over me while his fingers trail over my jaw in a surprisingly gentle touch. “Flying is in your head. It’s a mental state. You were born with the ability to fly, but you need to believe it. If you doubt, your wings won’t carry you.”
I gaze up at him, mesmerized by the shadows on his face. “What if I can’t believe it? What if the doubt is always there?”
“Then you won’t fly.”
He makes it sound so simple: believe, and you will.
“Look at me,” he says, cupping my chin. “I believe in you.”
My heart jolts. I can’t let myself feel these emotions inside me. Not for him, Ronan, or Alaric. If I fall for them, I’ll never see Freya again.
“Now fly,” he whispers, his thumb brushing over my lips. “Give a sharp flap and shoot up.”
I try, but nothing happens when I move my wings. My bare feet stay planted on the ground, and disappointment weighs heavily on me.
“It will come,” he says. “When you’re ready, it will.”
“Show me how you do it.”
Stepping back, his wings erupt behind him in a display of power and magnificence. It happens so fast, so suddenly that I gasp. My reaction makes him smirk. “More impressive than the boys’ wings back home, huh?”
