Weep, Little Darling

  Whispering Ivy College Book 4

  Holly Ryan

  Copyright © 2025 by Holly Ryan

  All rights reserved.

  No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

  Contents

  Dedication

  Content Warning

  1. Chapter 1

  2. Chapter 2

  3. Chapter 3

  4. Chapter 4

  5. Chapter 5

  6. Chapter 6

  7. Chapter 7

  8. Chapter 8

  9. Chapter 9

  10. Chapter 10

  11. Chapter 11

  12. Chapter 12

  13. Chapter 13

  About the Author

  Dedication

  If you clutch your pearls easily, oh, my sweet summer child, consider this your warning.

  If you prefer to have those pearls dripping down your neck, you’re my kind of people. Let’s be friends. This book was written especially for you.😈🔥

  Content Warning

  This book contains mature content, including bullying, MFM, and morally gray relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

  Chapter 1

  Growing up, when nights were particularly shitty—and there were a lot of those—I daydreamed of alternate realities. Realities where I had a good dad, who was alive, and our lives were different.

  Mom always told me my dad died when she was eight months pregnant, and his death sent her back to drugs.

  “You’re lying,” I spat at the man sitting across from me. “You’re lying.”

  That had to be the case. Because if he—Professor Delos—wasn’t lying, it meant my mother had been. About everything.

  Mom had a lot of faults—a lot of faults—but she was my best friend. She wasn’t a liar. Okay, so maybe she kept things from me. But she wouldn’t have…

  “You’re lying,” I said again to Professor Geulian Delos.

  Mom had given me my name, Geulia, because she was high and forgot how to spell. At least…that’s what she’d always told me.

  I bit my lip until I tasted blood. Then I asked, “I was named after you?”

  “You were.”

  I hung my head. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I made no attempt to wipe them away.

  As much as I wanted to remain in denial, if what Mom had told me was true, if my father was dead, why had she named me after this random man? This very much alive random man? This random man she—at least, according to him—knew?

  “I should’ve never met Rayna,” he said softly.

  I snapped my gaze up to meet his at the way he said my mother’s name. So reverently, as though she were an exquisite treasure.

  His eyes. His white hair. They were what was familiar about him.

  Holy shit. He had my eyes and hair. Or I had his, rather.

  “But I did,” he went on. “A little over nineteen years ago, we fell madly in love. Instantly. Deeply.” He sighed. “That shouldn’t have happened, either, but it did. We’d been together about six months when she told me we were going to have a baby.”

  I held my breath. Waited. This man, if what he was saying was true, then what he’d done was far worse than lying.

  He’d abandoned us both.

  “It wasn’t possible. Or it shouldn’t have been anyway, but as I’ve said: nothing about Rayna and I should’ve been possible.”

  I opened my mouth. Closed it again.

  “I ended things, firmly convinced she’d been unfaithful to me, that the child she was carrying wasn’t mine.” He leaned forward slightly, searching my face. “I don’t have the ability to father a child.”

  “And yet…you did?”

  “And yet I did,” he said with a nod. “I wasn’t sure until very recently. About you. About our connection. I had to be certain. After all, just because Rayna named you after me didn’t mean that you were…mine.”

  He didn’t say it with disgust, but the pain pinching his features made it seem like having me as a daughter was an absolute horror show.

  I ground my teeth together and sat back. “Well, regardless of whose sperm collided with Mom’s egg, I’m not your anything. I never have been. I never will be. Also, there are things called paternity tests, you know.”

  My shoulders had hiked up to my ears, so I made a conscious effort to drop them.

  My next thought slapped me upside the head. “Oh, good God. If you’re my father… I may just throw up in my mouth a little. I watched you have a threesome.”

  The words fell out before I could stop them.

  But he didn’t look surprised. At all.

  “Ah, yes. In the library.” He raised his eyebrows. “I believe it was good for you, too, yes?”

  “Jesus fuck—” I smacked a hand over my mouth as bile kicked up the back of my throat.

  Okay, I was definitely going to throw up.

  I screwed my eyes shut briefly and forced an exhale.

  I knew he’d caught me peeping, but he’d known I had the spontaneous orgasms? Oh, fuckity fuck—had he made me have the orgasms?

  If I wasn’t traumatized before…I sure as shit was now.

  My skin prickled. My stomach twisted. My gag reflex introduced itself.

  One corner of his mouth lifted, but I didn’t know if I would call it a smile. “If it makes you feel any better about your voyeurism, I’ve watched a ménage à trois of yours as well.”

  Oh my fucking god. For the first time since I’d stepped on Whispering Ivy’s campus, my libido turned all the way off.

  “You…” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.

  He nodded like this was the most natural conversation in the world. “The other day? Out of doors? With the vampire and the fellow in the mask?”

  My mouth dropped open. In another circumstance, I might have gloated a little that I’d been right about someone lurking in the woods, watching us. But now, I just had the ick. I had ALL the ick.

  “That was you?”

  “Trust me, it wasn’t for pleasure or any sort of perverse enjoyment. I’ve been watching you since you arrived here whenever and however I could—”

  “My father, my stalker,” I gritted out.

  “I had to be certain,” he said, sounding almost…angry?

  “So you didn’t rub one out while you—”

  “Don’t be crass.” He gave me a look that could’ve frozen Niagara Falls.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I said, my sarcasm dial cranked high.

  “You came here begging for answers, Geulia. Rattling cages. Poking things that should remain untouched. The knowledge you seek is your birthright, but if I hadn’t had reason to suspect you were my offspring?” He spread his hands wide. “You never would’ve been allowed to ask about the Lifewell.”

  Was that a threat? It sure sounded like one.

  “There is more at stake here than you could possibly wrap your head around,” he said. “We had to be certain.”

  “So you’re the reason I’m here, then? At Whispering Ivy?”

  “I am. I’m also the reason Xander Bennett showed up in your life two years ago.”

  The revelation hit me like a gut punch.

  All along, Xander knew this man was my father.

  “You…” Once again, I got that same one-word response out before my tongue grew too heavy to form the rest of the sentence. “You…”

  He waited, watching, while I struggled to speak.

  Finally, I managed, “You know we’ve fucked, right? Your bud Xander and I?”

  “If you think you are going to shock me with details of your sex life, you are barking up the wrong tree, my dear.” He chuckled.

  He fucking chuckled.

  “This isn’t fucking funny,” I snarled.

  “I’m only meeting you where you are, Geulia. The moment you start treating the situation with the gravitas it—”

  “I go by Tuesday now.”

  “You go by Tuesday because I demanded it. Geulia… Geulian… People might have put two and two together.” He tapped his fingers briskly on the desk.

  Xander’s desk. Right about where my ass had been when Xander railed me. I didn’t think he would appreciate that fun fact, so I kept my trap shut.

  Or I tried to.

  My next question slipped out anyway.

  “What do you want from me?”

  His eyes widened, and he looked at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. “What do I want from you?”

  I nodded. “I mean, as much as watching each other fuck has been twisted as hell, I assume you didn’t go to the extreme lengths you went to in order to get me here just for daddy-daughter bonding?”

  I wanted him to tell me what Xander had—that I belonged here. But more than that, I wanted him to tell me why. Because if it was just because my sperm donor was here? Well, that would be anticlimactic.

  He opened his mouth, but I spoke again before he could say anything.

  “Why did you send Xander to us?”

  It was a mission, he’d said. A job.

  But that meant I was the mission. I was the job.

  He’d said that the lust between us was real. The feelings he had for me were real.

  He was a liar too, because all along, I’d been an assignment.

  Had Connor known, too? Malcolm? Kade?

  Of course they had.

  My stomached pitched sideways, and I forced myself to breath

e through it.

  Professor Delos studied me for a minute. “As you got older, I had reason to believe there might be some truth to what your mother had told me all those years ago. I had to know.”

  I nodded as if that tracked. It so did not track.

  “Cool, cool. So instead of, y’know, just coming yourself and having a conversation with her, you sent a colleague to fake date her?”

  “I couldn’t leave Whispering Ivy again,” he said with a note of sadness in his voice.

  I didn’t believe that note for a second. I wasn’t sure what kind of sorry-ass excuse I’d been expecting him to dole out, but…he couldn’t leave Whispering Ivy again?

  I laughed, and it sounded…nervous, foreign. “Are you trapped here or something?”

  “No,” he said. “Duty-bound.”

  “Oh… Okay,” I said, but inside, I thought: What. The. Fuck.

  “Xander’s report was speculative, of course. Far from definitive. But meeting you gave him enough cause to…set everything in motion.”

  “And by ‘set everything in motion,’” I said, making air quotes, “you mean fuck with my life?”

  “It had to be done,” he insisted. “I’m duty-bound to Whispering Ivy. And so are you.”

  I had the sudden urge to get up. To storm out. To bash the door in half again.

  But I had another question first.

  “Xander said part of me is human. I’m assuming the part that isn’t came from you?”

  “It did,” he said.

  “What are you? What am I?”

  “I will tell you that, but there’s more I need to explain first—”

  “Just forget it,” I bit out.

  I was so fucking sick of people gatekeeping information. Information about my life. Information about me. Deciding what I was allowed to know and when.

  “Geulia, I will tell you everything, but first—”

  “I don’t want to hear it.” I stood and turned to leave, but…

  I didn’t move.

  No, I couldn’t move.

  My brain fired the signal, my legs were locked and loaded, my body was ready to fucking sprint, but nothing happened. Not a twitch. Not even a shift in weight.

  Acerbic panic crawled up my throat. “What the fuck did you do to me?” I hissed. “Are you a witch too?”

  A witch. Is that what I was? It didn’t feel right.

  He shook his head. “No.”

  No explanation. No elaboration. Just no.

  “Let me go!” I demanded.

  “If you want to move, move,” he said, his voice maddeningly calm. “You’re capable. You can do it, Geulia.”

  I scoffed. “The first inspirational speech from my dad. How touching. LET ME FUCKING GO!”

  He waved his hand toward the door. “You’re stronger than you think.”

  I clenched my jaw, shook with the effort of trying. It felt like fighting through quicksand laced with electricity. Every movement sent sparks up my spine, but the resistance only made me more stuck somehow.

  “Come on,” I growled, my voice cracking.

  And then—

  My fingers twitched.

  A knee bent.

  And like something snapped back into place, I stumbled forward, catching myself on the edge of the desk with a ragged gasp.

  I glared at him with all the fury in my body. “Don’t ever do that again.”

  He didn’t answer.

  He just watched me.

  I ran before he could trap me again because I didn’t know if I’d broken free.

  Or if he’d let me go.

  Chapter 2

  Ms. Tissdale had abandoned her post, and Xander wasn’t hanging around in reception, either.

  So.

  There was no one to stop me from my next bad decision.

  Maybe someday, I’d process trauma like a functioning adult. But today? I just needed someone to fuck the feelings out of me.

  Mom lied. Mom lied. Mom lied.

  All this time, my father had been alive and—

  I shoved the thoughts away.

  I ran full out back to the apartment and began stripping even before I even made it to the front door. I didn’t have the fucking code to the front door, so I knocked, and Malcolm answered.

  “Whoa,” he said.

  He stood in the entryway, a protein shake in one hand and—was that a bag of blood?—in the other.

  “I wanted a snack but wasn’t sure what I was in the mood for,” he said in that strange accent of his. His gaze traveled down my now-naked body. “Now I know.” He returned the items he’d been holding to the refrigerator and waggled his eyebrows at me. “Time to eat some pussy.”

  “Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “We’re going to fuck—”

  “Even better,” he said, reaching for my nipples.

  I looked around, biting my lip, panting. Fucking squirming.

  “Yo.” He ducked down to meet my gaze. “I’m right here.”

  “Yeah, I want… Where’s Kade? I need both of you.”

  “He’s in his room doing homework.” Malcolm rolled his eyes.

  Oh, right. Such mundane human endeavors were beneath him.

  I started toward the hall, but Malcolm grabbed me by the hips and turned me back around to face him.

  “What do you need him for?” he asked, his gray eyes flashing. “Let’s have some one-on-one fun—”

  “No,” I said, fisting the material at the front of his shirt.

  Wait. Since when did he wear shirts?

  Anyway. I desperately needed to have every thought in my head obliterated.

  “I need both of you. Fucking me. At the same time. Not like we’ve done before. Not me sucking him while you fuck me or…whatever. I need both of you inside me.”

  His eyebrows shot up.

  “Jones, get in here,” he called. “And bring the lube. The good shit.”

  He looked at me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “So…you’re gonna let me go where no man has gone before?”

  “What?” I asked.

  “You’re gonna let me put it in your ass,” he said, his hands moving downward to squeeze it. “And what a fine ass it is—”

  “No,” I said, not even bothering to point out how sick it was that guys had this fascination with being the first.

  He’d treated me like the slut of the world since the moment we met, yet he thought I was a backdoor virgin?

  “I want you both at the same time. I need—”

  “What’s going on?” Kade asked, coming into the living room. He stopped short when he saw me, and his Ghostface mask slipped slightly. “Well, hello, Miss Dare. Did your clothes just spontaneously fall off or—”

  “I think our whore’s greedy little cunt is craving double trouble,” Malcolm said, still squeezing my ass.

  “You’re not as stupid as you look, but if you ever call me a whore again, I’ll yank your cock off with my bare hands and eat it in two bites,” I warned.

  Kade whistled. “It’s twisted as fuck, but that got me hard.”

  “Before we get down to business, though, I have to ask: do either of you know who my father is?”

  Malcolm stepped closer so he could grind against my thigh. “No idea, baby, but I’ll be your daddy in the bedroom.”

  I looked at Kade, but of course that damn mask prevented me from reading his face.

  “Kade?”

  He shook his head.

  I turned back to Malcolm and wished he were wearing a mask because his expression had changed, shifted into something I’d never seen on him before. Was that…concern?

  No. Couldn’t be. This was Malcolm.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “No.” I poked him so hard in the shoulder that he winced. “Do not go soft on me right now.”

  “I could never,” he said with a lewd smile. “Let’s go to my room. Jones, what are you waiting for? Get naked. Daddy’s about to fuck both his bitches at the same time.”

  He grabbed the fabric at the back of his neck with one hand and pulled his shirt over his head, giving me an eyeful of his stacked muscles and gleaming bronze skin.

  Once he shut the door to his room, he shucked off his jeans and started barking orders, and it wasn’t a turnoff.

  “Kade, lube us all up and then lie down on your back. Tuesday’s gonna straddle you.”

  With a small smirk visible through the hole in his mask, Kade squirted some lube into his palm. “Spread ‘em, sweetheart.”

 

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