Page 25 of Stormbringer (Tracthesian Academy #1)

W ave made it back, and Ginny opened the door for her to slip through.

“Diana?”

Ginny shook her head. “She’s staying in town with a friend.”

“Is she okay?”

“As good as she can be with that douche bag around,” Ginny replied.

Wave nodded. “Okay, good. I made a scene back there and then kind of slipped out, so there might be some angry males demanding explanations.”

“And are you willing to give them?”

“Gosh, I think I really like you,” Wave groaned. “No, I’m not explaining shit. I got blasted from all sides with so much power that I’m jumping out of my skin. I need to go relieve some of that stress.”

“Gotcha.” Ginny grinned.

“You know, it’s pretty nice to not need to explain what power slipping a spell or shield can do for a girl.” Wave sighed.

“It is, isn’t it?” Ginny nodded. “I’ve been in that state once or twice myself. Just for my own spank bank… how many was it?”

“One attack, seven blocks,” Wave replied and then frowned. “One of those blocks came from Risha, so we are only counting six.”

Ginny’s eyes widened. “Who was attacking you to get him to block?”

“Elena.”

Ginny groaned, rubbed her temples, and groaned again. “Okay, I wish I’d seen that. I hate Elena even more than him, so I think I’m going to count seven then.”

“Whatever floats your boat.” Wave grinned and headed to her room. She needed a date with her new favorite toy.

W ave was trying to cool off even as she unconsciously reached for the vibrator again.

She realized what she was doing when the thing buzzed alive in her hand, and disgusted with herself, she threw the thing at the far wall.

The vibrator kept happily buzzing on the floor, and groaning, Wave was about to get up when her door cracked open and Ginny peeked inside.

Her eyes landed first on the vibrator on the floor and then rose up to meet Wave’s eyes, tactfully ignoring her tiny excuse of a nightgown. She grinned so wide that Wave half expected her face to crack.

“There’s someone here to see you, who can probably do a better job than that thing.”

“Who is it?” she groaned, flopping back to the bed.

“Me.” A blond head towered over Ginny’s, and Wave groaned again.

“Go away, Hellion.”

Ignoring her demand, Hellion shouldered his way inside and picked up the vibrator. He turned it off and walked over, flopping onto Wave’s bed.

“Shout if you need help… or participants,” Ginny said, before escaping Wave’s thrown pillow. The door clicked shut behind her, and Wave glared daggers at it. When she turned her face to look at Hellion, he was toying with her vibrator.

“Give me that,” she snapped.

“I thought you could use something more… substantial,” he said, but handed the vibrator over.

“It’s not the size but how you use it,” Wave snarked.

“You could give me lessons,” Hellion replied. Wave expected him to be leering at her, but his gaze was pensive and a bit distant.

“Why are you here, Hellion?” She decided to get to the point so she could kick him out as soon as possible. He looked at her like she was crazy.

“The party,” he said. “I wanted to check that you’re all right.”

“I’m just fine,” Wave replied. “Your mission has been accomplished. You can go now.”

“And I wanted to apologize.”

“Now? For what? And it couldn’t wait till morning?”

“Now. I should have done it as soon as I fucked up.” He still looked morose, and Wave frowned.

“Hellion?”

“There was no bet. You just melted my brain with a single kiss and… I… I got jealous thinking about you with Jarred. And then with anyone else. And then about anyone seeing that kiss. And did I mention you melted my brain?” He looked up at her under his long lashes, pleadingly.

“Uh-huh.” Wave crossed her arms as she sat up straighter. “That’s not an apology. That’s a list of justifications, explanations, and reasoning.”

“I’m sorry I was a total asshole,” Hellion immediately said. “Please forgive me.”

“Damn it,” Wave cursed. An earnest apology like that did stupid things to her insides. Still, she glared at Hellion. “You got jealous. Right. And the next time it happens, what then? You’ll lash out at me again? I’m not your punching bag.”

“Wayla—”

“I’ll accept your apology, Hellion. I can tell you really mean it, this time .”

“There won’t be a next time,” he rushed to assure her.

“You are right, there won’t be because I’m not doing this with you again.”

“No, Wayla, sweetheart,” Hellion reached out to grab her hand. “Don’t say that.”

“Why do you even care? It was one kiss.”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “Didn’t you hear the part about my brain melting?”

Wave just rolled her eyes.

“I’d like to take you out for a date,” Hellion said. He didn’t release her hand even when she tried to tug it free.

“And I’d like the moon to stop rolling around and messing with my sleep, but we can’t always get what we want.”

“Wh—not important,” Hellion muttered and then looked at her pleadingly again. “Please, Wayla. Let me make it up to you?”

“I don’t do relationships,” Wave said and finally managed to pull her hand free. Except fake ones , her mind helpfully provided, and heat flushed through her as the memory of Marc’s lips at her ear resurfaced. Fuck, she’d need one more round with the vib—

“Wayla.” Hellion’s voice snapped her out of her fantasies. He looked at her intently, and Wave knew her cheeks were flushed and her breaths coming a bit too fast. She was still way too wound up. “What was that?” he inquired, and Wave had an idea.

“That was me fantasizing about Marc,” she replied with a quirked brow.

“Marc? Our Marc?” He sounded baffled.

“How many Marcs do you know?”

“A few,” he replied and looked her over again. “Marc,” he murmured again, this time to himself.

“Doesn’t matter who—”

“Kinda does, for me.”

“And what about if it’d been Jarred?” Wave narrowed her eyes. Hellion’s face remained calm, and he nodded.

“Our Jarred.”

“What are you mumbling about?” She was getting frustrated with this whole discussion. Hellion smiled.

“I’m trying to work out how I feel about that.”

“You don’t have anything to work—” The sentence died on her lips as Hellion lunged, pushing her under him on the bed and crushing his lips to hers.

He kissed her hard. His body pressed into hers, and he cradled her face between his palms as he proceeded to shut down every brain cell she had ever possessed.

Just a kiss , Wave chanted to herself, even when she felt the heat starting to concentrate in her lower belly.

Just a kiss , she swore, when Hellion’s tongue danced with hers and his teeth scraped her lower lip, pulling it into his mouth.

Just a kiss , she tried to convince herself as her thighs started to shake.

They moved apart of their own volition, making space for Hellion’s hips to slot in between them.

The moment his erection brushed against her pussy through her panties, Wave’s back arched, and she screamed through the orgasm that ripped into her.

“Holy shit,” Hellion panted, holding her. “Do that again,” he demanded, and pulled her lips back to his. Wave tried to shake her head in denial, but his lips were so soft and coaxing, she couldn’t help but lean into them.

At some point, her arms had locked around his shoulders, and her nails were digging into his neck. Hellion didn’t seem to mind as he coaxed her lips open again and teased her tongue into his mouth.

He was lying on top of her, and somehow, he managed to make Wave feel like she was in control. He wasn’t grinding into her; she was grinding into him. Her legs were tangled with his, and the feel of his jeans against her skin felt abrasive, annoying. She needed skin.

Slowly, some part of her brain seemed to wake up. She still growled low in her throat as she forced her fingers to let go and pulled at his shirt. Hellion obeyed easily, leaning back just enough to pull the shirt over his head and tossing it aside.

It was enough to distract her for a moment, and she shamelessly ogled his chiseled chest and toned stomach. But the tiny voice was getting louder, and Hellion wasn’t turning her brain into mush at the moment with his kisses.

When he leaned down and trailed kisses over her jawline, it hit her. Her third shield had slipped somewhere along the line. Immediately, Wave constructed the damn thing again from scratch. Some of the wooziness in her head eased.

Hell, what would it feel like if she could ever trust him enough to let all her shields go?

Wave moaned from the sensation his lips created, even through her third shield it felt like he was searing her skin. Everyone needed a dream, and at that moment, Wave finally had a thing to add to her bucket list.

She wanted to feel Hellion’s lips and tongue on her clit with no shields between them.

That was a worthy item for a bucket list, right? If she ever was shieldless like that, the chances of her staying alive for long afterwards were not great.

Going out with a bang.

“W ayla, are you—”

Wave wrenched her eyes open and looked at the door where Marc stood frozen in place. She managed to hold his eyes for less than a second, and then Hellion’s tongue circled her clit and shattered her concentration.

She tried to tug his head away, but Hellion growled and held her thighs in place no matter how hard she pulled. She had lost her nightgown some time ago, and heat shimmered through her body at the thought of Marc seeing her naked and being ravaged by Hellion.

That’s what he had been doing for the last half an hour at least. He was determined to drive her up to another orgasm, and Wave was determined to hold out until he gave her his cock. And she wasn’t going to let her third shield slip again, so that made going with the flow a tad harder.

Not that she wasn’t immensely enjoying the attention Hellion was giving her pussy with his divine tongue and miraculous lips. Wave had been one lick away from begging for his fingers when Marc interrupted them.

Except that he hadn’t. She blinked her eyes open and saw Marc leaning against the now-closed door. When their eyes met this time, he quirked a brow, and there was a devilish smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Come,” he mouthed soundlessly, and Wave was absolutely helpless to stop her body from arching and grinding her pussy against Hellion’s face. He immediately reciprocated and plunged two fingers inside of her pussy.

It was almost like he had done this a time or two, because he didn’t hesitate as he crooked his fingers and made Wave see stars. She was losing her battle on holding off as she felt Marc’s eyes raking over her body like a physical touch.

Her eyes snapped open again and this time met Hellion’s gaze that was filled with heat, but there was that glimmer of mirth mixed in that made Wave fight off the orgasm that was barreling down at her.

“You’re losing your touch, Hellion,” Marc said softly. Hellion gave a gentle kiss to her clit before leaning back. His fingers never stopped flexing inside of her.

“She’s a tough nut to crack on the second round,” Hellion said, still looking at Wave splayed open in front of him. Well, it was like her seventh or eighth for the day, but who was counting?

“Is that so?” Marc murmured. His steps moved closer, and Wave turned her head to see what he was doing. Marc pulled her chair over and placed it by the bed. There was a definite bulge in his pants, but he sat down and relaxed into the chair like he had no care in any of the realms.

Wave wanted to be indignant, but she couldn’t quite muster the energy for that. For all his cocky attitude, Hellion had made her come with basically just a kiss. His fingers were still deep inside her pussy, keeping her body in the sea of pleasure.

And Marc, well… every sweep of his eyes over her was a caress. They both were singularly focused on her. Her pleasure. Not even a joke of getting a blowjob in return crossed their lips. Wave found that quite a peculiar experience, males always wanted something from her.

“Do I want to know how you ended up with your fingers deep in my fake-girlfriend’s pussy?”

That got Hellion’s attention, and his fingers slowed. Wave groaned. Marc smirked.

“What?” Hellion choked out. “Girlfriend?” Guess he missed the fake part. Wave glared at Marc.

“If you don’t stop messing with him, I won’t be your fake anything.”

Hellion’s eyes flew between them, but he clearly got the fake part this time, because his grin turned cocky again. Gods, seeing the glimmer in his eyes made her pussy squeeze around his fingers. He twisted his wrist and settled his thumb over her clit.

“Eyes on me, Wayla,” Marc said, his tone commanding, and she followed his order instinctually. And then got mad at herself for doing it.

“I thought your kink was to show off, not watch,” she growled at him.

“I can adapt to the situation,” he purred. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, even when she felt Hellion move. He lifted her leg, giving Marc a better view as he dove for her pussy again.

Wave’s eyes started to flutter, but Marc’s unhappy sound when they slid closed made her make an effort.

“Good girl,” he praised when Wave’s eyes met his again. Fuck, why was that turning her on so much? She knew she was good, she didn’t need him to tell her that. Some of her internal dialogue must have been evident on her face because he smiled.

“Come all over Hellion’s face like a good girlfriend,” he told her.

Embarrassingly, she did just as she was told.

The orgasm hit her so unexpectedly and hard that she screamed.

There was no way she could hold Marc’s gaze and stay sane while Hellion kept licking her and fucking her with his fingers through the spasms wrecking her.

Only after the waves subsided did Wave realize that Marc had forgotten to add the fake part to his sentence.