Shadowblade academy 2 da.., p.2
Shadowblade Academy 2: Darkness Rising, page 2
Sunny stopped alongside me and smirked as we both looked out at the celebration of our Glovemate being carried off. “Like that one, princess?”
I scoffed. “Must hurt not to take the final shot.”
He shrugged. “Venn was open. It was the smart thing to do.”
“Good job, Sunny,” I said, my voice genuine.
When I faced him—his tall, strong body towering over me, eyes eating me up—a knot formed in my belly.
“You didn’t do too bad yourself, rookie.”
It was as much of a compliment as I was going to get from him. We turned to the celebration, but Venn had fallen from his crowd-surf and was nowhere to be found.
“They’re really eating this up,” Sunny said.
“Yep.”
With a hint of jealousy in his voice, he added, “Wouldn’t be surprised if they slapped his name on another building pretty soon.”
I hid my smile. Oh, I know how much that would infuriate you, Sunder Conway.
And goddamn do I love it.
Chapter 2
Coralia
EVEN IF SUNNY STILL vexed me at times, our relationship was a hell of a lot better than it had been when I’d first shown up at Shadowblade Academy.
He no longer actively terrorized me. It was a step in the right direction. I could feel us getting closer, but he always seemed to pull away at the last minute.
Or maybe I was the one subconsciously doing the pulling away. It was hard to tell.
After winning such a heart-stopping Shadowball game, I was feeling invigorated and full. I was physically tired, but also energized. My body teemed with excitement and fire. My blood pumped hard.
With a bit of embarrassment, I noticed I was feeling frisky. My hands fidgeted as I tried to find something to do with them. I glanced over at Sunny out the corner of my eye and studied his sculpted body. He was still examining the swarm of celebrators with narrowed eyes.
Only Sunny Conway could look pissed after winning such a glorious match. We would all be honorary celebrities as news of our come-from-behind, underdog victory rolled through campus.
I, for one, wasn’t really looking forward to that. I liked to keep to myself with my cat Bruce Kittenson and my roomie, Charli. Conversely, Sunny loved being the center of attention.
So what the hell is he angry about? Could he actually be that pissed Venn is the hero of the story? To try and gauge where he was at, I said, “It was a great pass, Sunny.”
“I know it was.”
Yeah, should’ve expected that answer.
Rather than roll my eyes, I pivoted. “Going to the inevitable after-party?”
“Doubt it.” He glanced over my shoulder and saw something that made his eyes flare. Before I could spin around, Sunny started walking away from me.
“Where are you going?”
“Showers.”
He was ten feet away now, so I had to raise my voice above the din of cheering. “You’re a vampire, Sunny. You don’t sweat!”
He shrugged.
“What about the trophy ceremony?”
He tossed a glance over his shoulder. “Let Quentin handle it. He’s the face of the team anyway.”
Ouch. He was grumpy.
“I don’t care about the accolades, princess,” he added, still walking away. “I just want to dominate my enemy.”
His words made my eyes bulge. “It’s just a game, Sunny!”
“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”
Then he was lost to the crowd.
My cheeks felt warm and pink. His parting words, combined with the mental image of his strong body in the shower, naked, with hot water rolling over his dips and planes . . . had me feeling some kind of way. I bit my lip and shook my head, trying to stave off the tense, lewd thoughts brewing inside me.
Hands landed on my shoulders and I jumped with a yelp, spinning in alarm. I’d forgotten Sunny had seen something behind me that prompted his departure.
I stared at a gorgeous, beaming face, the golden wash of the sunset giving it a lilac tint. “Venn! Spirits, you startled me.”
“Oops. You okay? Your face is red.”
“W-Where’d you come from?” My voice wavered as I tried to bury the wet journey I’d just been on with Sunny. “Aren’t you supposed to be with the revelers over there?”
“They seem content partying by themselves.”
“You never were as much of an attention whore as Sunny,” I said, giving him a sly smile.
“Yeah. Why’d he leave when I showed up?”
“No idea.” Venn was clearly riding a high, and I didn’t want to be responsible for Sunny’s attitude tearing him down.
He studied me, making me nervous as his violet eyes got smaller. “Bullshit. He’s salty I won us the game.”
I averted my gaze. I knew Sunny was also jealous of what I had with the Unseelie heartthrob. Why else would he leave the second he saw Venn heading my way?
Maybe that’s what frustrates him so badly. It wasn’t my fault Sunny and I weren’t romantically at the same level as me and Venn.
Trying to change the subject in my head, I smiled at Venn’s “won us the game” comment. “You have a bit of a hero complex, don’t you?”
He winked. “Have to make up for the sins of my Unseelie brethren, Cor.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t keep the grin from my face.
“Besides,” he continued, “Sunny is just an old curmudgeon. Don’t worry about him.”
I was ready to laugh at that jab, before I realized he wasn’t technically lying. Sunny was, like, many decades old. Maybe centuries.
When I returned my gaze to Venn’s face, his expression had softened. In true Venn fashion, he had let his frustration roll off his back. It’s partly what I loved about the affable fae.
As our eyes locked and intensity swirled between us, Venn closed the gap and put himself in my personal space. The heat and sweat emanated off his body in waves. My heart sped up as he put his hands around my waist and leaned forward to whisper in the shell of my ear, “Screw Sunny. I don’t care what he thinks.”
I gulped hard against his broad chest. “You don’t?”
“I only care what you think, hun.”
I inhaled his unique rainy scent; the heady smell right before a thunderstorm. “I think I want you,” I said in a hoarse whisper.
“Good. I was thinking the same thing.” His lips didn’t leave my ear, ghosting over the shell and driving me crazy. It had only taken Venn ten seconds to open the floodgates, which showed how wanton I felt after my conversation with Sunny.
“I want to take you right here on the Shadowball field.”
Fire blazed inside me. “Right here? There’s so many people. I could never—”
“Right here. To stake my victory.”
I tipped my head. “Our victory. We’re a team, remember?”
His smirk reached his eyes, which gleamed with mischief. “Always.”
I trailed a finger down his chest, still damp from our game. “You’re such a naughty boy, Venn . . .”
A guttural groan tore from him. He pulled me against him. When I felt hardness nudging the base of my belly, my mind whirled and my body throbbed. Blood rushed in my ears and tingles swept over my skin.
“I can’t wait any longer,” he said. His finger brushed strands of hair out of my face, gently tucking them behind my ear. “Reward me, Coralia.”
I closed my eyes against his chest and listened to his heavy heartbeat. I loved how gentle he was with me . . . unless we were getting it on.
Suffice to say, my relationship with Donovenn had blossomed since our final assignment a couple months prior. What had started as a spontaneous, torrid session in the woods outside the Academy after midterms, had turned rocky and icy after I’d learned he was a spy commissioned to watch over me.
But he had purged the heavy burden of his secret by telling me about it. It had been driving him mad.
At first, I had been utterly enraged. Perhaps unreasonably so. And super sad.
With the passing of time, I had learned to forgive him. Saving me from a vicious Leatherwing attack during our final assignment didn’t hurt his chances of forgiveness either.
Now, we were closer than ever. I felt safe around him. He was a fucking stud, but with the heart of a gentle, caring man.
“Did you hear me?” he asked, voice pining. I could feel his muscles flexing, itching to explode into action.
It turned me on. I nodded in his chest. “What are my options?”
He said, “Not many. I either take you here, in front of all these people, or . . .”
I swallowed hard, staring up at him as he trailed off. I felt slick between my legs, the culmination of his words, his tight grip on me, and his hard cock pressing against my belly. His purple eyes flared with hunger.
“Janitor’s closet?” I squeaked.
He chuckled at my little joke, which had become our code for “the closest place we can fucking find.”
“Yes, Cor. Janitor’s closet it is.”
Chapter 3
Coralia
OUR HURRIED FOOTSTEPS echoed off the linoleum floor. My hand in his, Venn tugged me along, the eager expression never leaving his face. He was like a kid in a candy shop.
Our journey from the verdant park had brought us south to the first building we could sneak into. The hallways were empty, with the party outside in full swing. We could have ducked into any of the rooms and been completely alone.
Still, there was always a risk of getting caught when we traipsed around in public, and that risk thrilled me. It was probably some subconscious thing I didn’t recognize inside myself that set my heart a-fluttering and my knees a-wobbling, since I was usually a private person.
I felt like a horny teenager about to experience the wonders of sex for the first time. Say one thing for Venn Gable: He knew how to excite.
As we rounded a corner into a wide, main hallway, faint footsteps in front of us caught my attention. A door to our left closed. Someone was walking away from us. We halted our giddy search and I tilted my head, glancing at Venn in confusion.
The person was dressed in the dark colors of the Academy, with a hood over their head. I never saw their face as they turned a corner.
Sharing another look with Venn, we shrugged at each other and giggled. Venn made me feel like we could do anything—damn the consequences.
We were on our way again, following in the person’s footsteps, but not following them. School hours were over and business hours were open. As we passed the door that had just closed, I saw the placard read “Alchemical storage.” It was a locked room only the faculty had a key to, which made me believe we’d just stumbled upon a professor burning the midnight oil.
Then it was out of my mind as my attention turned back to my partner-in-crime. Two doors down from the storage room, we found another closet-sized chamber.
Venn tried the doorknob and fixed me with a roguish smile. “Bingo.” He popped his eyebrows and swung the door open.
I smiled and followed him in. The room was small, cramped, with a few shelves holding cleaning supplies and a mop bucket in the corner. “Um, when I said ‘janitor’s closet,’ I didn’t mean litera—”
He swung me around and pushed me against a wall, cutting my voice off on a gasp. I winced as my ass smacked the surface, my tailbone still sore from the Shadowball game.
Then Donovenn’s hands were all over me. He pushed himself close, his stormy essence filling the room with desperate need, invading my senses. He dragged one hand down my curvy side, dipped his head, and tilted my chin with his other hand. I couldn’t let out another word before he claimed me with a searing kiss, his full lips engulfing me.
I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss and into Venn’s body. The throbbing at my belly became harder and more imposing. It mingled with a knot of desire starting at my stomach, shooting to my core.
Thrumming with anticipation, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and locked him in place. My tongue flicked inside his mouth and he swallowed my breath away.
He tucked his head into the crook of my shoulder, peppering my neck with kisses. I tilted my head back and groaned, staring up at the dark ceiling. Then I glanced over, reached past him, and popped a switch. Murky yellow light bathed us. I reached further and closed the door, trapping us inside.
I wasn’t that much of voyeur, to give anyone passing by a free show.
When his lips ghosted the tender flesh near my ear, goosebumps budded on my arms. His ear was right next to my mouth, so I nibbled on his lobe, bringing out a grunt from him.
“Jeez, Venny, you’re such an eager beaver,” I whispered. “You can’t get enough of me, huh?”
He shook his head wordlessly, burying his face deeper in my neck and running a hand through my black-and-red hair.
When we were alone, we had our own form of communication, and it was equally gross and charming. I liked to push his buttons and tease him, and he in turn would make me feel amazing. It was a total win-win.
Venn’s hands disappeared under my jersey and made contact with my warm body underneath. Neither of us had changed out of our Shadowball gear, which meant we were dressed in an unflattering jersey and shorts that went halfway to our knees.
As unflattering as they may have been, compressing my curves, they were great on my end. I loved watching my Glovemates traverse the field with their muscles on full display, thighs flexing, legs moving, junk wobbling as they sprinted.
The thought of Venn’s beautiful cock burned itself into my mind and wouldn’t let go. I could feel it smashing against me, growing, embedding into my stomach as he toyed with my breasts.
I let out a sharp breath when he pinched my nipples, pebbling them with a simple tweak.
He abruptly went to his knees in front of me, slowly dragging his hands down my skin as he squatted.
My eyes popped wide as he nestled himself before me, kneeling like I was his queen. I put my hands on the top of his head and fisted as much of his short silver hair as I could. “Venn?”
He yanked my shorts down and they fell around my ankles. Before I could ask what he was planning, my panties were pulled to my knees, exposing me.
Venn shoved his head between my legs and sniffed, humming to himself. “Even after such a hard game, you smell so sweet, hun.”
I gulped hard. When he angled his face upward, it flattened my round ass against the wall. All thoughts of my hurting tailbone vanished.
Venn’s tongue laved my folds, drawing out my sweet wetness and making my heart hammer. I squirmed as he ate me out, but he kept me firmly in place with his strong hands. All I could do was surrender to the pleasure and put my hands on his head to steady myself.
I urged him deeper, pushing his head down and tipping my head back, force-feeding him my pussy. He tongued my clit—wet, sloppy sounds let me know how much he enjoyed it.
“Oh fuck, Venn. You’re gonna make me come in twenty seconds flat if you keep that up.”
He mumbled something about that being the point, but his words were muffled from my pussy sitting on his face.
He licked my clit in circles. My eyes fluttered, sharp ecstasy shooting through me. When he pushed two fingers inside my hole while licking my engorged center, all thoughts abandoned me. My mouth fell open and I squeezed my thighs against his face, preparing for the cresting wave about to crash against the rocks.
I glanced down at the gorgeous sight between my legs and saw a stiff tent protruding his jersey shorts to an obscene level. I thanked the spirits for stretchy fabric, which truly left nothing to the imagination when things got hot and heavy.
Venn’s powerful shoulders flexed and he pushed me higher up the wall. My hands flew from his silver hair to the surface behind me, for balance.
I went to my tiptoes, teetering, about to be lifted off the ground completely—
And then he pulled back. I landed on the balls of my feet with a tiny yelp. My ass bounced from the abruptness of his departure.
I was so desperate for release I wanted to slam my pussy back onto his face. But he was standing to his full height.
His stiff bulge caught between my legs as he stood, slightly bending and drawing out a ragged groan from his lips. I moaned as the fabric slid across my wet slit. I squeezed my thighs against his shaft, the length warm through his shorts.
I grinned wickedly at his caught expression. When I rubbed my fleshy thighs along his shaft, he put his hands on my shoulders and shoved me back against the wall.
The eager expression on his face shifted into something dark and forbidden. Something I couldn’t compete against, and had to just accept.
I had teased him to his limit.
Venn unceremoniously dropped his shorts. His cock rocketed up and he fisted it at the base, wobbling the hard appendage before me. My eyes widened at the slightly curved weapon—built to fuck me into oblivion; built to reach the deepest parts inside me. The light purple hue of his beautiful tool glistened at the helmet-shaped tip, dripping precum.
With his free hand, Venn lifted my right leg. He pivoted between my legs and ran the topside of his cock against my cunt, returning the teasing favor and relishing how I moaned and my body shuddered.
“Two can play at that game,” he murmured.
“D-Dammit,” I whimpered. “I’m sorry. I won’t tease you again. Just shove it inside me, Venn. I’m begging you. I want to feel every inch!”
He put his forehead against mine. Our eyes locked, an entire cosmos swimming in his orbs. “Gladly.”
My mouth opened on a silent wail when he surged inside me. His big cock glided deep into my canal and my muscles clenched against his shaft.
My body rocked with every thrust. While holding my leg up, his other hand returned under my shirt and played with my bouncing tits. My ass smacked the wall behind me, flattening and then jiggling with every buck of his hips. A wave of mindlessness passed over me. I couldn’t think about anything other than how he drilled me so perfectly, filling me with his girth and length. And how naughty it was to be screwing inside a campus storage room, closed off but still eminently catchable.
