"Wait, if Luka is the heir to the Kingdom of Tartarus, then why is he a citizen of the Earth Kingdom?" I ask Miles, puzzled by this new information he just dropped.
"Because Tartarus isn't recognized as a Kingdom. Once he is announced as Katrina's fifth mate, he can claim the throne of Tartarus." Miles replies as if this is something I should know."But isn't Tartarus just a jail for demons and fallen angels? What else is there to do there besides be a jail keeper?" I ask, a scowl appearing on my face."Fuck, Beckett." Samael growls at me, "Do you so have to be so fucking ignorant about everything?"I glare at him from across the room. I want to resume wailing on him, but I know. That'll cause a fight amongst us all, and I don't know if the academy could handle that. I don't know what went down in the underworld while Katrina and Samael were visiting, but he needs to figure his shit out and readjust his attitude."Does it matter whatAs Beckett left the room, a loud thud sounded behind me. Turning toward the noise, I can see that the sound came from Samael slamming his fist against the wall. What the fuck was going on with him? He never acted this way, and he seemed more upset with Beckett than he should have been. It seemed like not only was he being protective over Katrina but also over Luka too, but no, that couldn't be it. Samael barely knows Luka. He's had him as a teacher for a year, and I'm sure they've run into each other a time or two at events Samael's parents have hosted, but I didn't think they were friends. I made a mental note to inquire about that further when I next saw Luka. I needed to find out what was going on with my boys and how I could fix it before this shit storm that was brewing unraveled."Samael!" Katrina cried, pulling herself from Aphelion's arms, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She scolded him. "Trying not to find Beckett and take my anger out on his f
As much as I wanted to track Beckett down and beat some sense into him, I had to respect Katrina's decision in letting him have some time. Hopefully, the fool came to his senses soon; we will need everyone to be on the same page if we will succeed in our plan of winning over the council. As I fly down to the underworld once again this weekend, I try to keep my thoughts away from Luka. I don't want to think of how angry it made me when Beckett mentioned Luka's name in disgust. I don't want to think of how my heart rate accelerated when Katrina mentioned lying in bed with Luka and how my thoughts strayed to me laying in bed with them, the three of us entangled in the sheets in nothing but our birthday suits, panting breathlessly after we'd taken pleasure from each other's bodies. I don't want to mention that even now, almost twelve hours later, I still thought about how his lips felt against me and how I hoped it wasn't just a one-time thing. I especially didn't want to tal
I am not too concerned about the Beckett-Katrina issue. I know that they'll resolve their issues on their own time. I hope their own time is soon, especially since my father has turned his interest toward our little mate. After Beckett left, Samael exploded, which is not like his nature. I'm not sure what happened in the underworld, but whatever's going on, hopefully, he can figure that out. Right now really isn't the time for us to be falling apart. As soon as I hastily retreat from our dormitory, leaving Katrina alone with Miles, I head toward Hermes' office to schedule our meeting with my father and his council. On the way there, I can't help but recall the events this weekend as I try to find any way possible to prolong this meeting even further. *******************Three Days Ago***************************As I walked through the golden gates of the sky kingdom, I grimaced at the sight of Hilda sitting on the throne in front of my mother He
"You don't have to go with me," I tell Samael for what feels like the millionth time today as I gather the last of the supplies needed for my trip to Tartarus. "Katrina would never forgive me if something happened to you down there," Samael replies gruffly, not taking his gaze away from a sphere he's supposedly entranced with. "Ah, Katrina," I replied, rolling my eyes as I zipped up my bag before throwing it on my shoulders. Samael is acting weird towards me today, I know I may have moved too quickly last night with him, but I couldn't help myself. I felt this magnetic force of attraction toward him. At that moment, I wanted him as much as I wanted Katrina. Fuck I still want the both of them, and in more intense ways than the vanilla shit, we did yesterday. I tried to make shit less awkward between us by joking with him about last night, but I may have gone a little too far with my joke, ya know, something about fucking my ass instead of Katrina's next time, but hey,
Headmaster Simmins bursts open the door to our dormitory, his chest heaving as he tries to gather his breath. I move Katrina off of me, setting her down gently beside me on the catch, before I stand up, crossing my hands over my chest. I don't like people coming in unannounced. "What's going on, Headmaster," I ask, angling my head to look past him and through the crack in the door, scanning to see if anyone was coming up behind him. Simmins hurries through the door and shuts it the rest of the way before turning the deadbolt and spelling the door with a silencing barrier. "I've just received word from one of my scouts that the BOUA is headed towards the campus now." He states breathlessly. Fuck, I had been worried the BOUA would get word of Katrina's existence, but I was hoping I had shut everything down at Hectate quickly enough that word wouldn't spread to them. "Do you know why they're coming?" I ask as I pace the floor, glancing over at Katrina, still per
My breathing was ragged, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt like the weight I felt on my chest would suffocate me. With each hour that passed, it felt like the room was closing in on me, and I would never be able to leave this fallout shelter. My hands were covered in sweat as I nervously fiddled with them while pacing the floor."Kitten," Miles growled, "Can you stop that? You're going to give me anxiety just by watching you." Miles had tried to help calm my nerves earlier, but with the room getting smaller and smaller with each breath, it felt like I would suffocate, and I had to push him away from me. He told me it was okay and to stop apologizing for it, but it's hard not to feel guilty each time I picture the sad look of rejection on his face/ "Can't we just go outside for a little?" I ask, batting my big blue eyes at him. "Kitten, I've already told you how dangerous it could be for us out there." "If I don't leave this room now, I'll die from a panic attack," I re
The inner depths of Tartarus were not what I expected. From the stories I'd been told as a child, I'd always imagined Tartarus as a black abyss, an abyss so dark that even shadows couldn't be seen. I expected to smell the decay of rotten corpses and hear the whispers of the lost souls. But there was none of that here. Tartarus looked like a more twisted version of the underworld. The tones across the land were more of a muted gray, and whereas our rivers looked translucent in color, Tartarus rivers were a deep blood red, making the black sandy beaches look like they were leftover ashes from the destruction of the blood rivers waves. Luka walked silently ahead of me; he hadn't said anything since I'd let him know that Miles and Katrina were going into hiding. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me for denying the pull we were feeling toward each other or if his thoughts were elsewhere. I also didn't understand why I cared so much; I'd never felt this sort of pull or connection with anoth
The additional weight of Luka throws off my balance somewhat, and I find myself hovering at a weird angle above the lava, my arms are wrapped around Luka tightly, and the urge to wrap my blue flame around him to keep him bound to me runs through my mind. My blue flames would hurt him, but the lava below would surely kill him. "You need to distribute the extra weight evenly." Luka states, always the teacher, "We can line our bodies up evenly; my eyes staring into the depths of your soul through your eyes, our lips almost touching, our chest evenly matched against each other, our thighs gently caressing, our..." Dear Almighty Luka, please don't dare finish that sentence; I can feel myself beginning to harden; it's hard to concentrate with his warm breath against my neck and his lucid description of disturbing our weight."Luka moves his face from my neck, smiling at me for not continuing what he was about to save; my rapid breaths evident that he'd caused my body to react towards him.