~Bethany~
“I’m in class.” I edge away, trying to focus back on my notes.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t even look like you'll be having any practicals today. Every Noble knows the shit this guy is covering.”
He points to Professor Rodry’s writings on the massive chalkboard as he summarizes ‘soul-siphoning and harvesting’.
“At number one are Liches. Creatures that trap souls using soul cages, keeping and storing them for several purposes, like consumption, bargaining. The number two is vampires. Legends have it that the vampires of old used blood to bind the souls of their loved ones who are tired of roaming the world and needed to rest for a few years,” The professor orates.
“Finally, the most powerful Incubi, like the Vel Morin, can trap and ward off souls
~Jayan~Bethany’s pretty little mouth quirks up in a deliciously evil smile, and she leans over, close enough that damp tendrils of her hair frame my face, and I stop breathing altogether, world screeching to a stop as I pray to all the gods that she's going to kiss me.But instead, she whispers, “You want more?"Her fingers skim the head of my cock.I grit my teeth as my hips jerk up of their own accord again, desperation and need taking the reins until all I can think about is getting more from her.More of anything, but especially her calling me a pretty pet.“Gods, I need it. Please,” I pant."Good answer. But you will have to earn it."Everything about her voice is smooth and deceptively gentle, yet there's that same powerful undertone in it that I'm realizing is always there.My mate is exceptional at hiding her emotions, but her mask is nowhere to be found as she smirks down at me, dark eyes glittering.She's the one calling the shots, and it's addictive.I am so fucked.I jerk
~Jayan~My mate shocks the loving hell out of me when she hesitates and then whispers, “Are you sure?”I can barely think through how excited I am, and godsdamn it, if I’m this keyed up from so little, what would it be like to get completely lost in her?“I've never been more sure of anything all my life,” I swear to her.She bites down on her bottom lip, and my heart thunders in my chest.“I can touch you?” She asks.The question takes me by surprise because, of course, she can touch me. I’ll readily strip down my pants for her at this moment if she asks me to. I'm so fucking hot for her. Does she not know that already?“Yes,” I nod. “You can touch me wherever and however you want, Snugbug. And if it will help, I won't mind not touching you. Remember my offer; use me, Snugbug. I won't touch you unless you ask me to.Something in Bethany’s demeanor shifts, like a layer peeling away and leaving her almost…vulnerable.“Do you swear it-““I swear it,” I reply, cutting her off.Uncertaint
~Jayan~Every atom of my being is mortifyingly shocked at the weight and strength of Bethany’s punch. I’m one tough son of a bitch, but her punch was no joke.She walks away without a single glance back at the three of us, but there’s no way she can’t feel how hard we’re staring after her.Can she blame us? She looks so godsdamned fuckable in my shirt that affords us the opportunity of seeing her beautifully toned thighs for the first time ever.I can’t rip my eyes away from her delicious ass and the sway of her hips.Mine, my inner dragon growls with need.Hell yes, she is.“Bethany just…touched me,” I finally manage, coming back from my shock as a grin splits my face.“Yes, in precisely the only way any of us ever want to,” Asad mutters. Then he turns and glowers at me. “What did you do to piss her off like that?”I start to tell him I did nothing, but then I hesitate, frowning.‘Did I do something to upset Bethany?’Just the idea of mistreating my mate in some unknown way has my st
~Bethany~The worst part of today's encounter with Mikah is the fact that I just lost my godsdamn phone. Now, how the hell will I be able to make that call to the demon for the Foxglove shrub?godsdamnit!When I meet Olyon’s dark gaze in a silent glare, he swallows harshly and shoves Jayan toward me.“Drool over our mate later. She’s freezing.” Jay doesn’t miss a beat, stripping out of his shirt to offer it to me.Holy shit.His muscles are even more packed than I expected. A glorious expanse of muscle upon muscle, all under smooth golden-tan skin.The ridges of his abs and the sharp Adonis belt cut of his pelvis momentarily distract me from the fact that I’m in a similar state of undress.‘What would it feel like to touch all of that? That body pressed against mine…’I kick myself internally. Now is not the time to start second-guessing that aspect of my life.Before they can notice where my attention has lingered, I grab Jay’s shirt and tug it over my head quickly.It’s so big on me
~Bethany~It’s just as unexpected for me as it is for her when I find myself rounding a kick to the back of her knees so she’d fall flat on her face.She wasn’t prepared for my speed, but she shouts in anger when I straddle her back. She tries to reach back for me, but I grip her forearm, plant my foot on her upper back, and yank.Her shoulder dislocates with an audible pop. It’s a beautiful sound.“I hate it when people don’t know when to stop,” I tell her. “Also, you're very wrong. Don’t worry, I'll tell you where you're wrong.”I break the ulna bone in her forearm, and her scream splits through the forest.Sweet symphony“Firstly, I can defend myself. I'm neither waiting for the princes nor anyone else to rescue me. Never.”She struggles underneath me, twisting her other arm back frantically, but I snag that one, too, breaking her wrist and pinning it behind her in one smooth movement.She chokes on pain and fights harder beneath me, but it’s futile.“Secondly, Humans are not weak,
~Bethany~Smoothening my clothes out after the separation spell cast by Professor Fishbone, which managed to separate me from my mates, I glance around to take in my surroundings.Tall canopy trees, towering above me, large tree trunks marred with long scratches from some of the creatures the university council permits to live in this godforsaken forest.Even with the tall canopy trees, there are still thick shrubs scattered throughout the forest, hiding the possible dangers of other Nobles lurking nearby.With each rush of air in the forest, I can hear spine-chilling whispers, like dozens of ghosts hissing and warning us to beware.A few dozen yards away, Crestbane’s icy river rushes down its rocky pathway.So beautiful.I don’t sense Olyon’s dark, chilling presence nearby, so I assume the separation spell affected him. If not, he would have appeared by now.Which means I’m really on my own as I wait for danger to find me.Just how I like it.Walking forward, I climb up onto one of t