Page 29 of Stormbringer (Tracthesian Academy #1)

“O h, gods, right there,” Wave moaned as Jarred’s wicked fingers found another cramped up muscle in her back. Hellion was feeding her snacks between her moaning, and Marc was putting the room in order and airing things out.

Wave would be mortified, but she didn’t have the energy. She had been fucked within an inch of her life during the night, the last of the buildup burning away just before dawn.

All she wanted was sleep, but Hellion had made her take a shower, apparently for a second time. She had no recollection of the first, and things were pretty hazy the second time around, too. All she could drum up was the feeling of being taken care of.

They had tested out every toy Jarred had brought with him, although Wave had drawn a limit on sharing the cock rings. Those belonged to her pet, and if the others wanted one, they could bloody well get their own.

The pride in Jarred’s eyes when she had said that still warmed Wave’s insides. So, she had been thoroughly fucked, her pussy was beyond sore, and now they were pampering her.

Marc had already massaged her fingers and palms. Who knew clutching cocks and clawing backs could be that straining? There was even an icepack, that was wrapped in several layers of towels, pressed against her pussy.

When Hellion had first suggested that, Wave had been ready to punch him, but damn if it didn’t help. A bit. She refused to have ice shoved inside of her, no matter what.

“I hate that we can’t get you healed,” Hellion murmured as he fed her another piece of bacon.

“Uh-huh,” Wave hummed and licked her lips. Jarred moved lower, massaging her lower back and it made the icepack shift. “Fuck,” she hissed and then wiggled a bit.

“Oh, precious,” Jarred sighed and then moved the pack back into place.

“Eat a bit more,” Hellion urged her. Obediently, Wave opened her mouth for a forkful of cheese omelet. She was getting a full breakfast in bed.

“You need to sleep soon,” Marc commented, coming over to sit on the floor next to Hellion.

“This bed won’t hold two, but I don’t want to leave her alone,” Jarred said. Hellion fed her another forkful and then held a straw out for her to drink.

“There’s a couch in the living room,” Marc hedged.

“I’ll be fine,” Wave mumbled.

“Hush, beautiful,” Hellion said and picked up pancakes next.

“Don’t hush me.” Wave tried to frown, but it was half-hearted. She really needed to sleep. She tried to say something else, but as soon as her mouth was empty, Hellion fed her more, and he was quite insistent.

Wave gave up on listening and just focused on swallowing bite after bite. She didn’t realize she had been dozing off until Jarred carried her to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth sitting down, took care of business, and found the bed remade when Jarred lay her down on it.

Sighing morosely, she allowed Hellion to place another icepack against her abused pussy. If he had been smirking, she would have found the energy to kill him, but only worry radiated from his handsome face when she whined.

“Shh, beautiful. I’ll keep watch.” He sat down on the floor and started stroking his fingers through her hair slowly.

“So, what trick are you going to spring on me,” she mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“Marc played the fake-boyfriend card.” She yawned. “Jarred pulled off the pet play. What’s your angle?”

“Wayla Spinwell, are you asking me to go steady with you?” Hellion gasped. His fingers never slowed.

“Just wanted to know,” she slurred. Hellion was quiet for a while, and then Wave felt his lips graze over her forehead.

“I’ll be your Prince Charming. Sleep now, beautiful.”

Wave had nothing to say to that.

W ave rolled out of the bed, cursed, and then cursed some more. Her only saving grace was that she had managed to kick the men out last night. Well, at midnight, but still. There were no witnesses to her current state, and that was what counted.

She had slept all of Sunday away, only waking up to eat some more. There had been more massaging, too. Anything the trio could come up with to ease her.

Marc had been the meanest of the bunch, forcing her out of bed and through some stretches in the name of her well-being. She would bite her own tongue before admitting that doing those stretches actually helped.

So, she was sore. She could live with that. Maybe. As long as she didn’t need to wear pants. Or panties. Wave stumbled to the door, calling Chrissy’s name.

“What is it, buttercup?”

“I need help,” Wave groaned, too sore to feel mortified for what she was about to ask. “Can you get me a dress or skirt that I can wear commando. I just… can’t.”

Chrissy dissolved into hysterical giggles, and Diana choked on her smoothie. Ginny was the only one who gave her a sympathetic look.

“It’s fun as long as it lasts, but afterwards sucks big time,” she said. Wave nodded, not as empathically as she would have liked, but with full feeling. At that, Chrissy got herself under control and wiped the tears from her face.

“Of course, I’ll help you. Would you like some extra soft padding for your boobs?”

“Yes, please!”

Now, Chrissy was in full focus mode, and she began circling Wave.

“You’ll need support, nothing too loose, so nothing rubs. Would you like to try some boxer-type silk panties?”

“Um…” Wave trailed a finger over her hips, waist, and butt. “Bruises.”

Diana choked again.

“Right.” Chrissy just kept circling. “I can’t make you a fully spelled dress, but if I take measurements and spell it to mold to those… Would that work, Ginny?”

“It should. As long as there’s no power residue,” Ginny replied.

“You can check it before I hand it to Wayla.”

“Sure.”

“What are you going to do about classes,” Diana asked.

“I have two lectures today, those should be fine as long as my ass can take sitting down,” Wave said, grimacing. “I’m not sure about the elemental training, though. I’m not exactly keen on letting the teacher or anyone else know what happened.”

“Hmm,” Diana tapped her lower lip. “The teacher shouldn’t be a problem, but the other students… I can see why you want to keep this under wraps. You got out of the party before anyone realized, right?”

“I think Sinister did, but I’m not worried about him.”

“Yeah, fair bet that you’ll be fine with all the Powerhouses. They pull together, and you have three of them in your bed,” Ginny said.

“Who do you have for elemental?” Diana asked.

“Dr. Johanson.”

Diana grimaced. “Yeah, I got nothing for you there. Claim a headache and skip her class?”

“Maybe Salis can come up with something. I’d rather keep skipping to a minimum.”

“Wayla, serious question,” Ginny pulled her attention. “If you had to, could you access your power now?”

“Sure?” Wave replied, not really getting what she meant.

“I mean, like, could you shield? Attack? Make a water horse?” Ginny persisted.

“Water horse, sure.” Wave quirked a brow. “Anything simple like that shouldn’t be a problem, and I held my basic shields through it all.” Too bad her basic shields didn’t work against power echoes. Hers were tailored to keep things in, not theoretically harmless powers out.

“You what?” Ginny gasped, cutting her off.

Wave blinked. “You asked about shields. I had to drop the third. I couldn’t keep it stable, but my base duo was fine. I think I should survive one day without the third one. I can always pull up an external one if there’s a need.”

Now all three of them were staring at her like she had grown a second head or something.

“So what, exactly, is your apprehension regarding the elemental class?”

“Uh…” Wave stammered. Hadn’t she just resolved herself to live more carefully?

“No, spill it, Wayla,” Ginny said with narrowed eyes. “I just listened to you getting railed through eightfold power buildup. Tell me.”

If she had been demanding, Wave could have resisted, but the look in her eyes was hurt. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Wave blurted it out.

“It’s electricity. I’m afraid I’ll slip and turn the spark into a full-blown thunderstorm.”

It was silent for a while, and Wave watched Ginny and Chrissy share several meaningful glances. Diana looked a bit lost through it all. It was Chrissy who picked up the questioning.

“What’s your most familiar element?”

“Water,” Wave answered easily. It was no secret. Water in all its forms was her playhouse. Chrissy nodded.

“And second?”

Now Wave hesitated. The truth was storms and all that went with them. Slowly, she lifted her hand and made a this-and-that movement. “Wind. Electricity.”

“Are your familiarities listed in your file?” This time it was Diana. She had clearly caught up on something Wave was missing.

“Water is. That’s how I got my scholarship.”

“But not wind or, more importantly, electricity?” Diana kept questioning.

Wave shook her head. “What am I missing here?”

It was Ginny who answered her. “The school keeps records of our powers and progress. Tracthesian prides itself on individually tailored schedules. Those guarantee the best results after all. The generalist class path is small, as you might not have realized. Most want the most out of the education they can get.”

“Okay.” Wave nodded. “Makes sense, but—”

Chrissy cut in. “Clearly your records are not as up to date as they could be.” She rolled her eyes to emphasize the point and then continued. “Therefore, you can claim that your electricity field got fried at the party and you need to recover for a few days.”

“Why would it have been fried there?” Wave was confused.

Chrissy just shook her head and chuckled, relaxing. “Yeah, I’m not going to even ask. Just wait here, and I’ll get my tape measurement.”

Ginny also had a small smile playing on her lips. “Wayla, Elena is fire-based but she attacked you with electricity. The whole party was talking about that. Apparently, she was trying to get past Irishen blocking her.”

“But she didn’t,” Wave protested.

“ They don’t know that.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”