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CHAPTER 14

I was surprised at how exhausted I was when we returned home from Cairo after the event. Europe had come second, only a handful of points behind Oceania.

To be honest, I was pretty damn proud of myself.

Professor Dunlop had put Professor Reynolds to bed in his own room, expanded to make space for the child, and had told us to go to sleep.

Aiden suggested fooling around, but once I was lying down, my eyes closed in a blink and I fell asleep the next second.

He teased me about it the next morning.

The day passed in a bit of a blur. I had my office hours, wherein I helped absolutely nobody, and managed to write ten pages of my thesis.

They were probably all trash, but I could edit them later. The important thing was that they were written.

At dinner, all anyone talked about were the upcoming Dragon Polo matches.

I guess it’s not really a secret event anymore .

They were going to be timed—fifteen minutes each—and each team would get to compete six times. The scores would be tallied at the end.

It was hard to believe that an entire match could be played in fifteen minutes, especially with teammates who hadn’t played together before.

There would be no timeouts, and they’d have to communicate very well with each other.

I couldn’t wait.

We headed down to the portal as a group, Professor Dunlop and Professor Reynolds with us, at least for the first part of the event. I was glad that the professors wouldn’t have to miss the entire Olympics.

When we stepped out of the portal, I had to blink to adjust my vision. Everything seemed so bright.

Then I realized that it was bright because the sun was reflecting off the ocean in every direction.

“Where are we?” I gasped.

Aiden squinted at the sun. “Unless we time-traveled, I’d say we’re in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.”

“That was impressive.”

He shrugged. “The angle of the sun doesn’t really change.”

“It’s so hot that you know that.”

He grinned and squeezed my hand.

The portal had let us out at the top of the stadium. I noticed that there were six other portals spaced out around the stands, and people were entering through them as well. It would make it easier to leave at the end of the event.

“Where are the contestants?” I asked. “And the dragons?”

“They’ll be entering through their portals in the stables,” Professor Dunlop said. “They need more flexibility in space and resting, so their portals will allow them to enter for their match, and then leave again to rest afterward.”

I nodded my understanding. “That’s good. We wouldn’t want fights breaking out between the dragons because they’re crammed too close together.”

“Exactly.”

We took our seats about mid-way down the rows. There really wasn’t a bad place to sit when watching Dragon Polo, as the dragons took up all the space possible with their movements.

“Welcome to the Dragon Polo event at the two-hundred and fifty-third Magical Olympics!” the announcer’s voice boomed. “You all know how this event will work, so let’s get started! First up, is Africa versus Asia!”

The dragon riders swooped out, one team from each end of the stadium, filling out the pitch.

“Teams, you have fifteen minutes. Your time starts... Now!”

A whistle blasted from the referee, and the ball was in play.

I thought I understood how Dragon Polo worked, but seeing it played at the Olympics was a whole other ball game, to pardon the pun.

The ball was passed from person to person so fast that I could barely keep track of it. The dragons zipped past us at incredible speeds, weaving and dropping so quickly that my stomach flipped just thinking about how it must feel to be on dragonback during a game.

Africa scored first, and the ball was instantly back in play, going from player to player with just as much intensity as before.

“This is too much,” I gasped when one rider was forced to do a backward cartwheel in the air to avoid another dragon.

Aiden rubbed a hand over my thigh. “You okay?”

“I’m not sure I want to stay,” I said. “I can barely catch my breath, and these two aren’t even our teams!”

He chuckled. “We can leave if you want. There’s no mandatory viewing required. We should wait until the end of the match, though.”

I nodded my acceptance. “There’s only a few minutes left,” I said. “I can stick it out.”

“And miss the European team’s first match?”

“You want to stay, don’t you?” I asked. “I’m sorry. I can go. I’ll work on my thesis.”

Aiden frowned. “Are you sure? I love being with you.”

“This only happens once every ten years, and you love Dragon Polo.” I smiled at him. “Stay. I’ll be fine.”

Aiden kissed my temple. “I won’t stay for the full thing. I’ll be back before you go to bed.”

“I won’t hold you to that,” I said with a chuckle. “This is exciting.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Africa scored again.

“Only two minutes left,” I said. “This is so intense.”

“They’ve got a good team,” Aiden said. “I’m curious to see how well the European team meshes together.”

“I’ll send them good luck,” I said.

Asia didn’t manage to score on the African powerhouse before the buzzer rang, indicating the end of the first match.

I got to my feet and sidled my way to the stairs as the teams flew out of the stadium. “See you later!” I said cheerfully, taking the stairs two at the time. The portal flared to life as I approached it, and I left while the announcer introduced the European and North American teams.

The dim lighting of the basement greeted me, the silence almost oppressive after the noise level of the stadium.

The first thing I had to do was hunt down the professor who could sign me in. I wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t at the portal. Once he’d let everyone through, he would go to his office or rooms to relax.

He was surprised I’d returned so soon, but didn’t question me.

I returned to my room and pulled my thesis project out, reading over the pages I’d written that afternoon. Some of it was salvageable. It was frustrating to not have the bulk of my notes, since they were in my grimoire.

A lot of what I wrote had “insert calculation here” or “describe observations here.” I sighed, frustrated, and threw my pen down. I rolled my head from side to side, stretching out my neck.

“I could’ve really used a de-stressing sex session,” I muttered. “But no, I had to be all selfless and let Aiden watch his favorite sport.”

I eyed my side table where I kept my sex toys. It was bio-locked to keep prying child fingers out.

“No,” I said, shaking my head and slapping my cheek lightly. “Get five more pages written, and then I can have some stress release.”

I struggled through two pages before I gave up entirely.

I stripped out of my clothing, dropping them carelessly on the floor.

Professor Dunlop was looking after Professor Reynolds tonight. With the child old enough to sleep through the night, he said he didn’t mind. I didn’t have to worry about him knocking on the door any minute.

I grabbed a vibrator that was tuned into my emotions and brought it back to the desk, sticking the suction-cup end to my chair.

“There. If I do really well, it’ll start up,” I said, getting excited at the prospect. “Talk about a reward system!”

The vibe was fairly small to start, barely slipping inside my channel. The nub that was left outside was perfectly positioned to hit my clit.

I took a deep breath and refocused on my thesis. Half a page in, the vibrations on my clit started, sending a buzz throughout my body. It was just low enough to not be distracting. The first page completed, the swelling inside me began, growing in length and breadth to fill me without stretching. I licked my lips, my arousal growing. But I still had two pages to complete.

I was now anchored to my chair. Nothing would be able to move me, unless it was an absolute emergency.

I quickly finished the last two pages I had set for myself, the last half-page completely distracted as the swelling vibe within me started pushing my walls to their limits. The vibrations against my clit increased in intensity, too, making me grind thoughtlessly over the nub as I worked.

The second I put my pen down, the vibe within me started pulsing, and I had to grip the edge of the desk as I came.

The sound of clapping startled me, and I turned to see Aiden at the doorway.

“Is this how you get so much work done?” he asked playfully. “You tease yourself until you’ve finished and then you allow yourself to come?”

“I needed incentive,” I said, pouting.

“I’m glad I came home then.”

“Is the event over already?”

“No. I missed you, and then I realized that you were all alone, with no child hanging onto you.”

“And?”

“And I wanted to fuck you,” he finished simply. “Or are you too sensitive from your solo play?”

“Never,” I said. The toy had already shrunk back to its usual size, so I cleaned it and put it away while Aiden stripped. “How do you want me?”

“In every way possible,” he growled. “On your back. I want to lick your mess from your pussy before I fill it with mine.”

I shivered in delight. “With pleasure.”