#10 Fuckin BOYS

Rowyn POV

I opened the damn door ready to throw hands, and of course it was Zephyr.

Fucking Zephyr.

His golden hair was windswept like he'd just flown through a damn thunderstorm, which, knowing him, he probably had. His ice blue eyes locked on mine, sharp and piercing, and those cheekbones? Unfair. Fully illegal. He had the kind of face that made you want to slap it and then sit on it.

And don't even get me started on the muscles. The shirt he wore looked personally victimized by his biceps.

I scowled, a low growl curling in my throat. "Why are you here, Zephyr?"

He blinked, caught off guard. "Honestly? I'm not sure."

His voice was rougher than I expected, and that little uncertain stutter? Infuriatingly hot. He scratched the back of his neck and glanced at my door like it was gonna give him answers. "I... wanted to check on you. Are you okay? Why was the Headmaster here?"

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. "None of your damn business."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Still spicy, I see."

"And you're still annoyingly pretty for someone with the personality of a plague."

He snorted. "Plagues get more credit than I do lately."

I rolled my eyes so hard I swear I saw my past lives. "Cry me a river, spark plug."

"Oh, that's rich coming from the girl who punched a noble fae on day one."

"She fucking deserved it."

He grinned like he liked that answer. Bastard.

"Alright, I've had enough testosterone for the night," I snapped, pointing down the hall. "Go back to your room, boys."

Because of course Kalyx had shown up, shirtless and gleaming like a fucking wet dream. His abs could cut glass and his smirk was nothing short of sinful.

Aster peeked over my shoulder with wide eyes as I slammed the door.

"Damn, Rowyn," she whispered, staring at me like I'd grown wings. "You do know those two are like... two of the most powerful and important godbloods of our entire generation, right?"

I let out a tired breath. "Zephyr was part of the team that broke me out of prison."

She gaped, her jaw fully unhinged. "Ooooookay. That's a story for another day. I, uh... I need to sleep. Processing."

She hugged me tight, and I squeezed her back.

"Take Thistle with you," I said softly, the nymph already floating to her side. "She'll come back to me. Just... keep her safe."

Thistle touched my arm gently. "Absolutely," she said. "Rest well, young one."

They slipped out, the door whispering shut behind them.

And then I broke.

I collapsed onto my bed, finally letting the damn burst. My chest heaved with sobs, hot and ugly, snot and all. It was all just too much.

I'd been here two days.

Two fucking days.

My mother had tried to sell me.

I'd blinded a girl. Been arrested. Almost executed....on my godsdamn birthday. Then I got yanked out of a concrete cell and dropped into some elite magical university with talking castles and horny godbloods and houses based on ancient divine lineages I knew jack shit about.

But... I had a roof. Clean clothes. I wasn't hungry. For the first time in years, I felt safe.

Sort of.

The sobs slowed. I wiped my face, and the lights flickered softly. My notebook glowed.

"Chin up, little one. You are stronger than you know. Show them who you are."

- Vaerion

I let out a shaky laugh. "Thanks, magic castle."

I dragged myself into the shower, the hot water a balm on my raw skin. My body relaxed as steam swirled around me. I tilted my head back and moaned, letting the tension melt. But then... gods help me... I thought of them.

Zephyr's eyes. Kalyx's mouth. That smirk. Those muscles. Their voices. The way they looked at me like I was the center of some cosmic riddle they were dying to solve.

My thighs clenched. My pussy throbbed with need.

"Fuck," I muttered, my hand slipping between my legs.

I circled my aching clit with fingers that knew the path too well, picturing Zephyr's wings surrounding me, Kalyx's lips on my neck, their bodies tangled with mine, mouths and teeth and heat. A desperate moan escaped me, my hips bucking as the coil inside snapped. I came hard, shaking with release, panting against the tile.

Gods. That helped.

I dried off, using the softest towel ever, and slipped into my stupidly soft new jammies, thanks again, castle daddy, and curled under the thick blanket. Safe. Fed. Free.

Not broken. I won't allow anyone to break me.

And I'm not alone. Not anymore.

Kalyx POV

The shower hissed as steam billowed around me, fogging the mirror and the glass door like the gods themselves were trying to smother the fire raging in my veins.

But it wasn't the hot water doing that. It was her.

Rowyn fucking Vale.

The mouth on that girl. The fire, the snark, the wild chaos of her, gods, it lit something inside me I hadn't felt in years. Not since the last time I almost lost control. And now? Now I wanted to lose it. With her.

I leaned my head against the tile, letting the water cascade over me, my fists clenched at my sides. I told myself to cool off, but instead my mind ran straight to the image of her, wet hair clinging to her collarbones, lips parted in that bratty scowl, tongue peeking out as she tried to sass me.

Yeah? Sass this, baby.

My cock twitched.

I groaned, fingers wrapping around myself without hesitation. I stroked slowly at first, imagining her down on her knees, finally silent with her pretty mouth stuffed full of my cock. Her green eyes wide with challenge, mouth full, hands gripping my thighs like she hated needing me this much.

Fuck, I'd grip her hair and make her look at me. Make her feel every inch of power and frustration she stirred in me.

I picked up the pace, hips grinding into my hand, teeth gritted. She'd be a wild ride, biting, clawing, moaning like she hated it and loved it all at once.

And I'd give it to her like she deserved.

With a rough grunt, I came hard, painting the shower wall with release as the image of her gasping my name flashed through my head.

Breathing heavy, I let the water rinse the mess away and ran a hand through my hair.

"Fuck."

This girl is gonna be the death of us.

Zephyr POV

I fucking knew it. Kalyx came out of the bathroom all flushed and smug like he didn't just jerk off thinking about the girl who punched a fae noble in the face.

I raised an eyebrow. "You good, champ? Shower treat you well?"

He flipped me off without looking, towel still hanging low on those smug ass hips.

I smirked. "You gonna need a cold rinse next time, lover boy."

He laughed, deep and unbothered, but I could see it. He was rattled. Just like me.

We both crawled into our beds, the castle dimming the lights like it knew we'd had enough for one day. I stared at the ceiling, arms behind my head, my muscles tight.

Rowyn fucking Vale.

Who the hell is this girl?

She shouldn't even be here. She's wild magic with no leash. But something about her... gods, it was magnetic. Like gravity and starlight and pure fuckery all wrapped up in one mouthy package.

And it' wasn't just me. Kalyx was twisted up too.

A memory gnawed at the edge of my brain, something from primary school. Old magic. Starwoven bonds. Souls are fated and bound together, and only among the most powerful godbloods, if ever at all. I couldn't even think of any starwoven couples. They were basically myth.

I rolled to my side and scoffed to myself. Nah. It's not possible. Is it?

Still, the last thing I saw before I finally drifted off wasn't the storm or the stars. It was her.

That fire in her eyes.

That fuck you smile.

That damned fire haired girl who was about to flip this entire realm on its head.

And maybe... maybe take me with it.