Magic Academy (A Fantasy New Adult Romance) (33 page)

But Varuj could take it. Mae’lin
said he was tough, but she knew the truth.

Varuj, on the other hand… he’d
find someone else instantly. Someone to replace her.

It made her lip tremble and her gaze
fall.

“Meant to be?” he repeated
derisively. “We make our meaning from life, you and I,”
he ground out with some anger. “When I helped you get into the
academy, we made our own fate. When I saved your father and brought
him to safety, we did it again.” She could see his free hand
was clenched into a fist. “When we mated we made our own fate,
intertwined,” he said, his voice raising almost dangerously
high.

Her eyes went wide with fear as her
face burned with embarrassment and anger.

It spilled out, before she could stop
it. The truth. The utter, whole, absolute truth. “I can’t
hurt him, Varuj.”

“And what about me?!” he
said angrily, jabbing his thumb into his chest as he drew attention
to them. To make matters worse, Firia saw Mae’lin returning,
walking down the aisle back towards their booth.

“You have… others. Other
options. Other people. Please, you’re powerful and charming and
you will have no problems… no problems with anything. You have
the world. He…” She shook her head, glancing frantically
towards Mae’lin. “Please.”

“I have
you
.” He
leaned over the table towards her, his eyes burning. “You are
mine
,” he stated firmly, and Mae’lin was so close.
She knew she could say no more without him overhearing.

She had to get Varuj to go immediately
or it would all come to a head.

“Listen, if you want someone to
catch you up, I can do that, I just don’t know why you’re
so insistent it be me.” She was disgusted by how easily she
changed the tone of her voice, disguising the anger and pleading.
“I’m usually really busy studying, but… I can try.
Meet me in the library tonight, I guess, and we’ll talk about
what you need.”

Varuj glared angrily, then rose up. His
movements were so elegant as he swept away, leaving Mae’lin to
look baffled as he returned to her.

“What was that all about?”
he asked her, looking completely bewildered. “Normally he’s
all smiles and pomp when he’s flouncing about the place.”

“He’s upset because I told
him I already have a standing study date,” Firia lied. “I
told him I’d see what I can do tonight to get him caught up to
speed. Since you and I studied more than our fair share today.”
She hated this feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

“Oh,” he said, looking off
after Varuj curiously. “Well… did you want me to come
along too? I mean, I wouldn’t want you to feel awkward with the
new guy alone,” he remarked with a sweet smile.

“Hey, if he tries anything funny,
I’ll just practice out some new spells on him. Don’t
worry about me, Mae’lin.” She tried to smile, but it was
half-hearted as she pushed out of the bench and kissed his cheek.
“Maybe you should spend some time with Ala. It might be good
for her to have someone to talk to.”

He returned the kiss, even though they
were continually getting an increasing number of looks the more
frequently they showed such affection publicly. “If I can find
her,” he remarked, “but if you need me, I shouldn’t
be hard to find. I’ll take a look for Ala then head over to the
residence.”

“Thanks, Mae’lin.” He
was just being protective because of Bran, she reminded herself.
Because of what he’d walked in on.

Still, as she went to the library she
felt her skin prickle with agitation. Why couldn’t Varuj just…
make this easier? Why couldn’t he accept her feeble protests?

Why did he have to feel the same way
about her as she did about him?

She’d never said where in the
library to meet her, but she got the feeling after entering that he
was close by and following her. She wound her way up the building,
and almost found herself going to her and Mae’lin’s usual
spot. Instead she detoured, going to a different floor she knew to be
quiet.

Before she could settle on a location,
he grabbed her shoulder and spun her about.

Firia found herself looking upon his
stunning facade, his gorgeous face gazing down at her intensely. “How
could you think to cast me off?” he hissed. “I go away to
save your father and secure your future and you find another?!”

“You abandoned me, Varuj! I
didn’t go looking for someone else. It just happened. You even
knew it was happening! You knew I’d been dreaming about him.
You knew my feelings, you said it yourself.” Firia was shocked
by how angry she was getting at him, again, after how much she’d
loved laying in his arms, feeling his body all around hers.

The thought made her blush and she
hoped she could pass it off as rage. “You knew how I felt, and
you never told me that you’d be returning, so I moved on,
Varuj!”

He grabbed her neck, and instead of her
first reaction being fear, it was a reminder of how he’d done
so the night before. When he’d first entered her, and their
bodies became one.

“I did not abandon you,” he
growled at her in the dark corner of the library. “I did
everything in my power to help you pass your test as I saved your
father.” His chest heaved with his breathing, and she could
smell his musk, his very excitement, upon the air. More than that,
she saw in his eyes what lurked in her mind: the anger, the lust. “I
would never abandon you,” he added harshly, his lips but a
hair’s breadth from hers.

“I know that now! But I didn’t
know it then!” Her eyes were burning and she glared at him with
such fury. “I didn’t ask for… for whatever I feel
for him. For whatever I feel for you! The only thing I know is that
this would destroy him, but you…”

With his grasp still around her throat,
he brought his other hand to such a daring spot. She felt him reach
inside her robes and press in over her womanhood, that hot feel of
his meeting her own smoldering heat. “What we did last night
was no mere pastime,” he growled, “it marked a very
important turning point for us. For you.” He so heedlessly
rubbed her, stoking her own fires hotter. “You belong to me
now. We have mated. Bonded.”

He pushed his mouth to hers, a brutish
kiss, not with the flair of his previous lusts, just hard and
savagely passionate.

She gasped and a moan passed from her
to him. She was trying, desperately trying to end this. To end the
lust and the passion and the insanity that surrounded the two of
them.

He made it so hard, though. Her body
wanted him so badly, even as he made her ache with pain. She’d
managed to ignore it as best she could for most of the day, but now
it flared up, angrily and with such intense wanting.

“Varuj, please. Please don’t
make me break his heart,” she whimpered, her body trembling
like a leaf.

“You’re mine,” he
growled right into her ear, flicking his tongue over the lobe as he
slipped his hand into her pants and touched her puffy folds directly.
The ache and pleasure he stirred with his motions so pronounced. “Say
it. Admit it,” he commanded.

“Don’t make me do this,”
she whimpered, but with every word her protest became less and less
certain. He made her feel so good. Her heart was racing, her body
surged with adrenaline, but that gnawing guilt wouldn’t easily
subside this time.

Furious, he yanked his hand out of her
pants, his fingers glistening with her wetness as he glared. “You’ll
regret this,” he said. “No matter how hard you try to
resist, you are bound to me now. And if you can’t admit that
now, I’ll make you in time. I’ll make you regret
resisting me,” he licked along his glossy fingers after his
ominous words.

She watched with such rapt attention,
her thoughts stolen from her as she took in his daring display. Her
hands went to his wrist, tugging it towards her body as she stared up
at him. Everything was red. Her passion, her fury, her need, her
hate.

“Don’t do this, Varuj.”

“I can teach you so much more,”
he said to her, their eyes locked. “I can give you power beyond
reckoning. Make you become the greatest sorceress to have lived.
Together we would accomplish such things, they would tell of our
union forever more.” He pressed his forehead down to hers. “And
I could fuck you into a delirium every night of your life should you
just confess you are mine.” He pressed that hand to her breast
over top of her clothes. “Say it,” he growled.

Her pulse raced and her breathing was
so shallow. She didn’t even realize she was doing it as she
ground into him, offering her body to his greedy hands. Firia wanted
him so badly. Burned for him.

The words were entirely unbidden. She
tried to bite them back, to swallow them before they could ruin her,
but it was useless.

“I’m yours.”

Varuj didn’t care that they were
standing amidst the book stacks of the academy’s library. At
her words he grabbed for her, tugged at her clothes as he kissed her
so passionately. He opened her robes completely, undid her pants, and
was tugging them down before she could make any sense of it.

He was going to take her, then and
there, she knew it. Wanted it. Feared it. He tore their lips apart
and forcibly twisted her about and bent her over with his powerful
grasp.

She felt like a doll. A mindless
object, robbed of thought or will.

And she was grateful.

Sure, practical concerns bothered her.
Someone could stumble upon them.

The moment she thought it, she moaned,
and it surprised her. Was she that twisted? That she’d risk it
all, that she’d allow him to have sex with her in public? Just
for the thrill?

“Wait,” she gasped, but it
lacked oomph.

It was also too late. For she had
nothing to do but brace her palms to the wall as he grasped his own
fiery manhood and speared her upon it. To brace herself and bite down
upon her lip to stifle her cries, that was all she could do as he
took hold of her hips and began to pump his cock into her with a
ravenous hunger that would not abate.

Even the slaps of his heavy balls
striking against her wet clit threatened to give them away, however.

Damn him for making her so foolish. So
reckless.

So needy.

She was so sore and it was hard to bite
back all the soft whimpers, the little winces and murmurs of pain and
pleasure as they combined. She was fast growing addicted to this, to
the anger and the passion, as they came hand in hand.

He felt so good in his mortal form,
though. It wasn’t the fear and agony of the hulking demon. It
was just the smooth, hard body that made her senses tingle with
delight.

One of his hands left her hips, and she
felt his fingers coil her dark hair about. The tug he gave back on
her head nearly made her cry out, each strand straining her scalp as
he fucked her and pulled her hair.

The way his hard body struck against
her smooth, pristine flesh. The way his heavy, heated sac slapped her
moons again and again, how she dared risk it all for this tryst with
a demon. Not just Mae’lin or Ala’nase, but her very place
in the Academy. Her whole life’s work. All put on the line when
she handed control over to that vile demon.

It made her body shudder and she was
surprised that it wasn’t another bout of tearfulness. The
intense, searing pleasure struck through her like lightning, her
silent gasp filling the air. She’d never felt something so
powerful as her muscles and nerves coiled and sprung loose.

As her body exploded and her loins
flooded about Varuj’s stiff, hard cock, he tugged back on her
hair, eliciting more of that sweet pain as he growled into her ear.
“You’re mine. Say it.” He thrust into her hard, not
easing up through her exquisite climax, even as his own thrusts grew
erratic and his release became eminent. “Say it,” he
insisted louder, the threat of him yelling for her obedience
implicit.

“I’m yours,” Firia
whimpered pathetically, her voice breathy and dark. She hated him and
she lusted for him all at once. It was torture.

He rewarded her obedience – if
not her emotion – with a sharp final thrust, hilting himself
inside her as he erupted. That stiff member twitching and spurting
its seed inside her, coating her tight, abused canal with his creamy
essence so completely, until her loins were naught but a slick,
sticky mess of their fluids.

For so long she’d ignored this
part of her, and now it was overwhelming her. Her sexuality had
always been a muted background noise, but he’d ignited
something within her. Something she wasn’t sure she liked.

Something she wanted, all the same.

Her days with Mae’lin. Her nights
with Varuj.

It was such a precarious balance, and
it left her torn inside. Torn with guilt. Torn by dual passions. Torn
by possibilities.

She felt – no, knew –
Mae’lin and she could get through the Academy together on their
own. Yet Varuj had proven already he could offer her so much more
than merely passing.

They had coupled. Fucked, as he’d
said, but moments before, yet seeing him stand before her, nude in
all his glory, displaying a new spell for her, it was hard to focus.

“Telekinesis, so useful.”
He held out his hand, lifting a book from across the room with only
magic. The sinew along his arms and shoulders shifted subtly as he
manipulated it carefully. He’d shown her the method, the
intricate casting, now it was up to her to imitate it.

“It’s hard to concentrate
with you like that.” She still was partially clothed, him
having torn down her pants but leaving her shirt intact for their
latest session.

Still, she tried her best to focus, to
imitate his motions. She was feeling so exhausted lately, and she
knew why. Leading two lives was so stressful, and she never felt
truly rested any longer.