บททั้งหมดของ BludHeaven Academy : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Chapter 41: Privacy Sort OfThe bell rang sharp and final, cutting through Professor Vale’s last sentence about veto overrides like a knife. Nico stood before most of the class had even started packing, bag already over his shoulder. He didn’t look at Elara or Liora as they rose—didn’t need to. The silent agreement from the garden courtyard still hung between them: no public claims, no lingering touches, no fuel for the Fang today.Elara and Liora headed left toward the East Wing private stairwell that led to Liora’s suite. Nico turned right, melting into the flow of students heading back to West Tower. No backward glance. No wave. Just movement.He walked fast—head down, shoulders loose but ready, the way he’d learned on streets where eye contact could cost you. The burner phone stayed in his pocket, untouched. The school phone was in his other hand, screen dark, but he felt its weight like a tracker he couldn’t ditch yet.By the time he reached 413, his pulse had settled back to nor

Chapter 43 Firsts in the DarkThe suite had grown even quieter as the night deepened. The fireplace had burned down to glowing coals, casting a soft, shifting orange light across the bed and the three bodies tangled beneath the heavy burgundy comforter. The air smelled of cedar smoke, faint jasmine from the courtyard breeze that slipped through the cracked window, and the clean warmth of skin and breath.Nico lay in the center—still naked, still flushed from earlier kisses and touches—flanked by Elara on his left and Liora on his right. Their legs were entwined with his, arms draped across his chest and waist, heads resting on his shoulders. No one had spoken in a while. Just slow breathing, soft sighs, the occasional brush of fingers tracing idle patterns on skin.He hadn’t planned to say anything. Hadn’t planned to decide anything tonight.But lying there—held, safe, wanted—something inside him shifted.He thought about the years of nothing. Foster beds that were never his. Stre

Chapter 45 Morning HeatThe first rays of filtered dawn slipped through the tinted windows—soft gray light that barely touched the room but was enough to wake the others slowly. Nico lay in the center of the bed, still naked under the heavy comforter, body relaxed in a way it hadn’t been in years. Elara slept curled against his left side—arm draped across his stomach, leg hooked over his thigh, breath warm and even against his shoulder. Liora was tucked into his right—head on his chest, violet hair fanned out, one hand resting low on his abdomen.Ravenna and Seraphina had arrived sometime after midnight—shadow-pulled in by Liora—and slipped under the covers without a word. Ravenna on Liora’s side, Seraphina on Elara’s—five bodies tangled together in quiet, trusting warmth.Nico woke first.He didn’t move right away—just lay there, feeling the steady rise and fall of four chests against his, the soft weight of limbs draped over him, the faint scents of cedar, lavender, leather, and cle

Chapter 47 No Clothes, No ProblemNico shifted under the heavy comforter, the warmth of four bodies still pressed close making it hard to want to move at all. The afterglow lingered—skin sticky, breaths slow, the faint scent of sex and cedar smoke hanging in the air. He stared up at the ceiling beams for a moment, then let out a quiet, rueful laugh.“Also… we do have one problem,” he said, voice still a little hoarse from earlier.Elara lifted her head from his chest, gold eyes glinting with lazy amusement.“What’s that, king?”Nico gestured vaguely down at himself—still completely naked beneath the sheet, skin flushed and marked from hands and mouths and teeth.“I don’t have any clothes with me,” he said. “Liora pulled me straight out of the shower. I didn’t even grab boxers. Just… towel and phone.”Liora made a small, embarrassed sound against his shoulder—half giggle, half groan—and buried her face deeper into his neck.“I didn’t think about that,” she mumbled. “I just… wanted you

Chapter 49: Family They BuiltThe sheets had been changed twice already—first after the initial tangle of firsts, then again after the morning’s shared heat. The virgin blood—hers, theirs, his—had marked the white cotton in small, intimate blooms, but now the bed was fresh again: crisp gray sheets, thick burgundy comforter, pillows fluffed and waiting. They moved together with quiet efficiency—Elara stripping the old linens, Liora remaking the bed with practiced grace, Ravenna folding corners like she’d done it a thousand times, Seraphina smoothing the final crease with precise hands. Nico helped where he could—lifting, tucking—still naked, still marked, still theirs.When the bed was perfect once more, Elara looked at him—gold eyes soft, smile small.“Shower,” she said simply.They went together.The walk-in shower was enormous—black marble, multiple heads, steam already rising as hot water poured from above. Five bodies stepped under the spray at once. No awkwardness. No hesitation.