When the guys led me upstairs to our room, I was expecting to see other students, but the corridors were empty like they were when I first left Miles room this morning. "Wait," I said, turning suddenly towards Miles, losing my footing and almost falling if it hadn't been for Aphelion quickly catching me.
"You sure are clumsy, Princess." He whispered in my ear, causing the hair on my neck to stand up."I thought your room was on the first floor?" I asked Miles ignoring Aphelion."It was," Miles says, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past me, continuing up the long winding staircase."Okay, so why are you upstairs now?" I asked, finding myself becoming agitated with his short response.He stopped suddenly and turned to face me, "Would you rather I left you alone with my cousins?" He asks, his hazel eyes flickering to a fiery red."Don't put words in my mouth," I said, glaring up at him."Alright, lovebirds, if you are done fighting, I'd like to get upstairs to our new chambers so I can unpack," Samael called from almost a flight above us."Wait, unpack?" I ask, confused. Were they all changing their living quarters?"Yes, Princess," Aphellion said, wrapping his arms around my waist, his tight muscular chest pressing against my back, his mouth near my ear. "Who better to protect you and watch over the rest of the school besides the heirs to the kingdoms."There it was again, that word, heirs."What do you mean, heirs?" I asked, wanting to know more about these men who had wandered into my life, acting as if I belonged to them and only them."How about we get to our chambers first, and then we can answer all of your questions, Darling," Beckett said, walking up beside me."How much further away is it?" I asked as we continued walking up the stairs."Just a little bit longer, Princess," Aphelion responded, walking by my side. "Would you like me to carry you the rest of the way up?"Miles let out a growl of irritation as he continued to walk up the stairs, catching up with Samael."What the hell is his problem?" I asked, becoming more irritated with Miles by the minute."He's never liked to share," Beckett stated as if it was the most natural thing in the world."Yeah, he thinks he can call dibs, and the rest of us will back off, but that ain't happening." Aphelion said, "It doesn't work that way for our fated.""Fated?" I questioned, not sure why Aphelion chose that word to use. Instead of answering, Aphelion and Beckett continued to walk toward our shared quarters.When we finally reached our destination, we entered a room that required a key card to gain access to it, which I found strange; shouldn't all the other students be able to have access to the common area. I let out a gasp of surprise upon entering the room; the inside looked like a small loft; there was a sitting room with a large fireplace with a small fire burning inside. The sitting room had a love seat and two armchairs curved towards the fireplace. A small kitchen sat off to the right side was fully applianced; it looked brand new as if no one had ever used it. I guess that made sense since there was a cafeteria that most of the students probably ate in. A glass door towards the back of the kitchen led out to a patio area; I walked towards the balcony, wanting to see what the view looked like. I opened up the glass door and walked out. The view outside was stunning; down below, a small creek led towards a large pond that glistened in the sun. I couldn't wait to take a swim in the pond and a hike in the hills. It had been a while since I lived outside the busy city, and I planned to spend all of my free time outdoors enjoying nature."Would you like to come see your room?" Miles asked, sneaking up behind me, causing me to jump."Oh, so you're finally talking to me?" I asked as I turned away from the scenic view, facing Miles."I am sorry, kitten. It's hard for me seeing my cousins all over you.""So you are jealous?" I asked, stepping closer to him; while the other guys were charming and ridiculously gorgeous, I had met Miles first and felt closer to him than I did the others. He had protected me in the club when I had passed out; instead of leaving me in the wake of my destruction, he carried me out of the club and to his room here at the academy."Yes," Miles said, not a shred of shame showing on his face. "Even though I had heard the prophecy told multiple times, I never thought I would find my fated. Since I was young, I knew if I ever found my fated that I would have to share you with my cousins, our fated being destined to bring the four kingdoms together as one again, but the prophecy is ancient; it was told before we were born, when our parents were just children themselves, before my father and his brothers took down the titans and separated the kingdom amongst themselves. I didn't believe it would come true." Miles responded, hopelessness showing in his eyes."Didn't you learn how to share in kindergarten?" I teased him, hoping to lighten the mood."What's kindergarten?" He asked, a look of confusion on his face."You don't know what kindergarten is?" I asked, bewildered. "What did you do, grow up under a rock?""No, I grew up in a training camp, learning to one day be the future ruler of the Earth Kingdom.""Are demigods allowed to rule the four kingdoms?" I asked, knowing a little about the kingdoms from the book left with me.Miles chuckled, a deep belly laugh, "Oh, Kitten, you have so much to learn."I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly, but he just grabbed my hand and pulled me into a tight hug, kissing the top of my head. "How about we go look at your room?" He asked.I let him lead me off the balcony and back into the kitchen; we headed down the hallway until we came to a space with four rooms, two on each side. "This is your room," Miles stated, opening the door to the first room on the left. I looked into the room, once again shocked by the lavish decor. In the center of the room was a large king-sized bed with a lilac comforter and four fluffy pillows; on each side of the bed were small white nightstands with black reading lamps.There were two doors on the back end of the room. I walked to the first door and opened it up. It was a walk-in closet filled with what I supposed was the academy uniform; red plaid skirts and white blouses. There was a built-in shoe wall that had black flats, heels, and ankle boots. Further into the walk-in was a small dresser filled with underwear, bras, and ties. Looking at the size of the undergarments, I was shocked to see that they were all my size; why I was shocked, I didn't know; it was the least shocking thing that had happened to me in the last two days. I exited the closet closing it quietly behind me, smiling at the sight of Miles, sitting casually on my bed while he waited for me to explore my room. I opened the door beside the closet, curious where it led to. The door opened up to an en-suite bathroom, and it was spectacular. There was a standalone shower with a built-in rain shower spout; next to the shower was a jacuzzi tub that could easily fit more than one person—a large vanity mirror with storage for makeup and hair accessories beneath it."I cannot wait to soak in that bathtub!" I exclaimed as I walked out."Maybe I'll join you and help you wash your back," Miles replied with a wink.I squeezed my legs tightly together as images of Miles in the bathtub with me ran through my mind."Would you like that?" Miles asked as he got up from the bed, walking towards me.Luckily for me, there was a light knock on my door."Katrina," Samael called, "We are ready to answer all of your questions if you're settled."Miles's smile faded, and a slight frown now replaced it. I walked closer to him, stopping right in front of him, "I could use a backrub." I whispered, a flirty smile on my face, "And after the day I had, I wouldn't mind having a strong protective man stay the night with me."Miles's smile grew wide as he reached out, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer to him and wrapping his arms around my waist. "You don't have to placate me," He whispered back."I don't want to be alone tonight," I replied, knowing that if I were alone, I would be stuck with my thoughts and the reminder that I had killed my best friends.Miles bent down towards me and placed a light kiss on my mouth. "Okay, I will share your bed tonight, but no sex."I was shocked; I could tell Miles was sexually attracted to me; why would he put sex off the table, not that I was planning on having sex with him tonight; him being a one night stand was utterly different than him being a person I now shared a living space with and had to see every day."You'll know why soon," Miles replied to my shocked face as Samael knocked on the door again, calling my name. "We should probably get going before my cousin gets jealous and burns down your door.""Does he burn things often?" I ask as we walk towards the door, exiting my room."Only on occasion," Samael responded as I walked right into him, "and if you're lonely tomorrow night, Katrina, I wouldn't mind warming your bed."My face blushed as I brushed past Samael walking towards the sitting room.When Katrina walked out of the fitting room, I couldn't help but let my eyes travel over her leisurely, my pants tightening against me as I took in the sight. She was absolutely stunning. Somehow in the short amount of time she'd been in there, she'd managed to change her entire out, french braid her hair, and apply a few light touches of makeup. "Do you like?" She asks, spinning around in her heels, her sundress whipping up around her, flashing her tiny white lacy thong. This time I couldn't help but let out a growl as I stalked toward her. "Are you hungry?" I ask, towering over her. "I could eat." She replies breathlessly. It's the only answer I need as I pick her up, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist as I walk us back into the fitting room. When the door shuts around us, my cock is already out of my pants, and her panties are pushed off to the side. I have her shoved up against the mirror, so I can use one hand to hold her up while my other hand reaches between he
We've reached the beach before Miles has had a chance to respond to my statement, and when he sets me down on the sand, I notice two things. First, my dress is completely dry and looks like I'd just put it on, making me love Cupid even more so than I did before. If I were looking to add another member to my group, he'd be my first choice. A girl needs a man who knows clothes in her life. Although Cupid seems like the free lover type, someone who can never be tied down, and my plate is already full with than men I have in my life. Speaking of men, Miles biting his lip and looking nervous is the second thing I notice. "What's wrong?" I ask nervously, instantly worrying he was keeping something else from me. "We sometimes forget that you weren't born into the Divine World." Miles states, piquing my interest even more, "While having sex with all of us created a bond, it wasn't a binding bond." He states, shifting from one foot to another. "But you said that first night that if I had se
The view is absolutely stunning as I walk out onto the deck following the Cunt-A-Saurus... I mean our hostess to our gazebo, a fucking gazebo, not just some outdoor table, and chairs, but a whole ass gazebo to ourselves. As the hostess side-eyes me some more before she walks away, I can't help but wonder if she's one of the sluts Miles used to fuck. And the term slut isn't something I'd use against any woman who has sex. It's only a term I use toward women who can't seem to realize that the man she's oggling is MATED and that his mate is the other woman she's being snarky with. Otherwise, it's a term of endearment, a word that the female community took back and made our own. I want to confront miss skanky about it, but I don't want to ruin this date, so instead, I shoot her daggers as she walks away, hoping she can feel my laser beams on her back. Miles looks at me like he's expecting me to say something about the hostess's behavior, but as soon as she walks away, I let all my aggres
"And don't think that just because I like Cupid, you're out of trouble, mister," I tell Miles, my head leaning against his muscular arm, proving that my words are just words."I wouldn't dare think that, Kitten," Miles replies, kissing the top of my head as he attaches the pamphlet to the small clipboard and takes the top of the pen."What's that even for?" I ask, pointing toward the paper, trying not to slur my words as I do so.Maybe I should've slowed down on the champagne. My face is already flushed, and the top of my nose feels like it's burning. But it tasted soo good. I don't normally like champagne, but this must be a special variety made by Cupid or one of the other magical...divine...whatever you want to call them beings. The champagne tasted like a marshmallow-coated strawberry dipped in chocolate, and it was so smooth it went down my throat like water. I'd already had two glasses in less than half an hour, and Miles had already poured me another. As tempted as I was to dri
"Is this your house?" Katrina asks as we drive up a long winding driveway."No," I reply, still not giving her any information on what we are doing today, "Are you still not talking to me?" I ask with a smile on my face as I recall her stomping through the garage after me."As much as I don't want to talk to you right now, I figured it would be hard not to since we are on a date, after all." She responds haughtily, arms crossed as she glares back out the window."Remember, Kitten; you're the one who started it," I reply, smirking over at her, drawing her attention to me once more."How so? Your filthy mouth got us into that predicament in the first place." She questions, glaring over at me, which only causes me to smile more.My cheeks are already hurting from how much I've smiled today. I haven't felt this happy in a long time. It's been nice having my mate to myself, even if it has been only an hour so far. I need to make sure I schedule a monthly time slot for time alone with Katri
"What do you mean I can't wear this?" I ask, gesturing to my stretchy ensemble. "You picked it out for me.""The shorts barely cover your ass, babe, and your tits are barely contained in that top." Miles replies, "You in that outfit, it does things to me. Instead of taking you out on our date, I'm going to drag your ass to my room caveman-style and claim your body as mine over and over again."There goes my traitorous cunt weeping once again for his cock."And what would you like me to wear, Hurricane?" I ask, dropping my new nickname for him."Hurricane?" Samael questions."Isn't she the one named after a Hurricane?" Aphelion asks."What the hell type of nickname is that?" Beckett chimes in.I can hear Luka chuckling in the background and it gives me hope that at least one of my mates gets my reference."Just don't ask." Miles replies exasperatedly to his cousins, before he turns toward his room, quickly returning with one of his shorts and a pair of sweats, shoving them into my hand