Page 10 of Is It Wrong to Escape My Fate? (Dealing With Fate #1)

He moved faster and fucked me harder like I wanted.

Reached around and toyed with my clit. I was still sensitive from my first orgasm, that it didn’t take long before I was coming again, just like he requested.

He groaned with me before he stilled, his cum filling me so much that it dripped down the side of my leg.

Skies, I loved sex!

My libido was sated, for now. When I thought I craved sex, I realized I desperately needed it and Amos filled it, quite literally.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, patting my ass before he pulled out, bringing out some of his cum.

He pulled my skirt down for me, and I unabashedly used the inside to wipe at the fluids while he tucked himself back in.

If he thought I was disgusting, he didn’t say anything.

Instead, he had a huge, satisfied smile on his face as he watched me clean myself and right my clothes.

When I was done, he kissed me again, gently this time. I liked it all the same. “I always wanted to do that,” he whispered as he pulled away.

I blinked at him, swallowing thickly. What did he mean by that?

He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t ask him.

Honestly, while I was glad he was an amazing fuck and satisfied me really, really well, I didn’t plan on having sex here.

I didn’t expect anyone would be here at all.

My plan was to watch the horses, and then maybe have a little private fun in the woods where no one could see me, before going back to the academy. I was a little freak, I knew.

“Are you heading back to the school?” he asked, clearing his throat and picking up the discarded gloves from the ground. “I could take you back.”

“It’s fine, but thank you for the offer.” I should probably take a bath and change my clothes before my usual companions find my disheveled state.

Amos nodded slowly. “I guess I’ll … see you around?”

“I guess so, too,” I mumbled, already making a path in mind towards the lot where the carriages were parked. “It was nice meeting you again, Amos.”

It was a nice momentary distraction. My lust-addled brain now free once again to focus on my goals; to find a way back to my world. Set on this, I left the equestrian facility, not bothering to look behind me.

Of course, it wouldn’t be easy for me, would it?

I avoided most people wandering the campus grounds after I arrived back from the ranch. I was almost at my dorm building when a man stopped me in my tracks. Judging by his clothes, he was a professor. Just my luck.

“Did you roll around in the grass?” he snarkily asked, looking me up and down.

“I most certainly did not.” How could he even think that?

I was pretty sure Amos did a great job of not dirtying me up, but when I didn’t have a mirror to check my current appearance, it was possible I might look worse than I thought.

Interesting to note that the coachman didn’t say anything, but I supposed that was more of the fact that I was a noble daughter.

“As a student of Aerahelm, I expect a little more decorum, even if you are from the baron estates,” he advised, and I froze, because this man knew who I was. Well, if he had been Alec’s professor, he probably recognized me as his sister.

I decided to be nice, since he might be my professor too. “I will keep that in mind, Professor …?”

He looked at me strangely for a while before he shook his head and answered, “Uriel Strom.”

The blue hair of the Stroms should have clued me in, but I didn’t recognize him.

He looked far too handsome than Viscount Strom, who was as plain as day and totally forgettable.

There was no forgetting this man, however, and it showed in the way he held himself, his short blue hair and strong brown eyes complimenting his face.

He was also one of the best Water mages in recent years. He looked younger than I had originally imagined.

I curtseyed as best as I could. “I am Beatrix Gadreel Havenglow.”

He waved me off and I hurried away, thankful he didn’t make a bigger deal of my state of mess. I couldn’t afford to stand out or I would have a harder time achieving my goal and escaping back to my reality. I needed to keep reminding myself because god knows I kept getting distracted.

I hadn’t even set one foot in my building when another incident was literally thrown at me.

A group of students was messing around with fire.

They were probably second years who recently learned how to wield Elemental magic, with complete disregard of the school rules of no magic use unless in a controlled environment, or you were deemed proficient enough.

How did I know they were second years? Because of the clumsiness of their magic, with how the ball of fire flew erratically in the air and then towards me.

I didn’t have time to dodge it as it collided right on my body, shocking me and burning the top of my dress, before a gush of water fell on me.

“Dean’s office, all of you!” Professor Strom’s raging voice was enough to make the naughty students scatter like ants. He didn’t bother chasing them, but he did rush towards me, holding me by my arms.

He parted my hair from my face as he studied my body. “Did I get to you in time? Did you get burned?”

I glanced down at the same time he did, only to realize the fireball had ruined my dress, exposing most of my chest, while I dripped from head to toe from the onslaught of water. I wasn’t burned at all.

“It only took my dress,” I sighed in relief, but Professor Strom gave me another strange look as he shrugged off his coat.

“If the fire went close enough to burn your clothes, it would’ve been enough to burn you, too,” he explained, staring at my chest as if he was willing the burns to appear.

“While I’m glad you didn’t get burned, there is something amiss here.

” He didn’t push the issue though as he placed his coat on my shoulders, pulling it close to cover my chest.

I smiled up at him. “Thank you for helping me, Professor.”

He nodded, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “Head to your room. I have some students to punish.”

Okay. I didn’t have a teacher kink before, but the way he said that, as he showed off and flexed his forearms, had a delicious chill run up my spine.

Or this was the aftermath of my orgasms talking. Jesus christ, I was one thirsty bitch.

I went to my dorm room and tried to ignore the weird incidents happening around me. If this were a video game, this was prime opportunity to reveal who would be the main characters of the game, and what their powers would be.

I didn’t know any magic yet, nor did I have any combat abilities, so I couldn’t have been part of that group. I could probably be a side character, cheering from the sidelines and providing emotional and moral support while the main group killed the Demon Lord or something.

Bathed and dressed in new clothes didn’t prevent my twin knights from figuring out there was another incident involving me.

“There’s a professor’s coat on the living room sofa,” Robin pointed out while Reuben picked it up, inspecting it. Of course I forgot I left it out in the open before I took a bath.

Before I could say anything, Mia whined from the bathroom. “Miss Bea, your dress is ruined!” She found my burnt clothes.

It wasn’t a terrible secret, so I shared the details of the incident to my three companions. When I reached the part where the fireball had hit me, Robin and Reuben held each other down to prevent themselves from potentially maiming academy students.

“Professor Strom took care of it,” I explained, gesturing to the coat that was getting strangled by Reuben’s hands. “He saved me from the fire and chased after the students.”

“Forgive me for being blunt, Miss Bea, but shouldn’t you be burned too? Unless you were healed?” Mia asked, squinting her eyes at my body as if she could see through my clothes and find the offending burns.

“You know, the professor said the same thing,” I admitted. “But I had no injuries. It was a magic fireball; maybe it didn’t burn through skin?”

“Never heard of Fire magic like that before,” Reuben grunted.

Robin added, “And if they were amateurs as you described, it would be impossible for them to create such advanced magic.”

My eyes widened. The circumstances they pointed to could only mean one thing. “That means I’m immune to fire!”

All three of them gave me the side eye.

I stood up and headed for the kitchen, matches readily available. I ignited one and held it up in front of me, earning looks of distress from my companions.

“Bea, what are you doing?” Robin asked in panic that he forgot to use an honorific to address me like he usually did. Not that I minded; I preferred it, in fact, if not for the stupid social norms. I should ask them to drop the honorifics, honestly.

But at this moment, I was in pursuit of knowledge. “I will test my theory,” I announced, moving the tip of my little finger to the fire before any of them could protest.

It hurts.

I threw the match onto the sink as I keeled over and clutched my burned finger with my other hand, trying not to cry. They all rushed to my side, while Mia detoured to get the medical kit for emergencies.

“Are you stupid?” Reuben yelled, snatching away my wrist with the burned finger. They inspected the burn, grunting and growling at the damage.

Well, judging by the turn of events, I was being stupid. But I genuinely believed I was immune because what could be the other explanation? I needed to know the truth immediately, and the method was accessible to me, and I only tried it on a little bit of skin!

Before Mia could return with the medical kit, someone burst through the door and ran towards where I sat on the floor, surrounded by my knights. Robin was about to push the man away but stopped himself when recognition dawned on us.

I looked at him through teary eyes. “Derrick?”