Page 5 of Scion of Chaos

But I couldn’t have, not if I passed out after fucking myself with it.

I gingerly set it aside and scoot to the edge of the mattress, peeking into the pile of rubble to find my satchel and retrieve my phone.

I’m not imagining the time. It’s early evening, about the time supper is served at the school’s main lodge. The gnawing twist of hunger in my belly seems to corroborate this. So I must have done thething, then passed out for…. what, eighteen hours?

“That’s fucking bonkers. How the fuck…?” I dig my shirt and pants out of the pile, then my boots, and roll back to the middle of the mattress to dress, since it’s really the only clear spot in the entire place.

Wait… I had panties too. I rise onto my hands and knees to hunt for them, but the slippery wetness between my legs makes me stop and look down.

That’swaytoo much fluid for just rubbing one out. It’s been a while since I had unprotected sex with a guy, but this was what it was like, except this is ten times messier. My upper thighs are coated with sticky fluid, and when I widen my stance to slip my fingers between them, their tips come away coated in thick, creamy fluid that there’s no fucking way could’ve all come from me. I bring it to my nose and sniff, the scent throwing me halfway back into the dream, my entire body tingling from the memory of an orgasm so body-shattering I am kind of sad it wasn’t real.

Then I extend my tongue and lick the tip of one finger. A rich, earthy flavor like truffles and saffron washes over my tongue, followed by a deeper, spicy flavor. All it does is make my stomach growl louder, but one thing I’m sure of is that it isn’t howItaste.

I kick the blankets around to keep looking for my panties, but have no luck, so I just wipe up with the sheet and put on my clothes, then grab the dildo and shove it in my bag before slipping into my boots and buckling them up.

So whatever the dildo is hasgotto be magic if it not only gave me an epic orgasm that knocked my ass out for half a day, but also left me filled with jizz of indeterminate origin. I’m just glad I’m on birth control. Still, I think I ought to visit the clinic just in case.

After I get some food.

I book it to the path and jog several hundred yards down the beach to the steps that lead up the hill to campus. I’m winded and sweaty by the time I reach the dining hall, though half the moisture matting my hair to my neck and forehead is from the foggy evening air.

The buffet line is still up at least. I fill my plate with two of the grilled burgers remaining in one chafing dish. One thing I’ll say about this place is that the kitchen never skimps on offerings for the carnivores among us. I suppose it’s a bonus of having to feed a bunch of ravenous dragons and ursa every night.

I glance around, expecting to see fries too. It’s a Thursday, and Thursday is burger night, and burgers always come with fries, but all I see are little pre-packaged bags of potato chips. Not one to quibble about food when I’m starving, I grab two bags and peer around the dining room. I see my crew seated at one of the round tables near the windows, chatting. Audra waves me over.

“Hey, guys,” I say, plopping down into a chair and digging in.

“Where ya been, Nem? We missed you in class today. They finally got the electrical issues sorted out so we wouldn’t have to work by lanternlight.”

Shawn eyes me suspiciously. “Girl, that’s some serious bedhead you have going on. Whathaveyou been doing since last night?”

“Stuff,” I say, taking a huge bite of burger and moaning at the absolute deliciousness of it. “This is so fucking good. Did they change the recipe or something?Fuck.” The beef is tender and juicy, the bread soft and sweet. If I didn’t know better, I’d think I was high.

Nobody answers me, so I just focus on devouring more of the food. Even the potato chips taste better than I expected. Rachel tilts her head and her irises flicker. I tense, because the last time she used her dragon sight on me, it didn’t go that well.

I prop both elbows on the table and peer at her over the burger still gripped in both hands, eyebrows raised. “What’s the verdict this time?”

Rachel shrugs. “Still wonky as fuck, but your auradefinitelylooks like that of someone who just got laid. So spill—who is it?”

I snort and take a drink from my water glass. “I wish.”

Shawn chuckles. “It must be that new toy you made. If it works that well, you should make more. Sell them. I’ll take one.” He steals one of my chips, popping it into his mouth to crunch around a grin.

“Everyone here’s already oversexed enough,” Rachel says. “Except the two of us, anyway.” She nudges Shawn on the shoulder with a fist. He just looks dejected. At least they both know what higher races blood runs in their veins, even if they haven’t paired off with a mate.

It’s an unspoken truth about the St. George School of Crafts that students don’t just come here to learn about their bloodline—they come because fate magic brings them here to find a partner… or in Audra’s case,partners. She has ursa blood, and since ursa males typically come in pairs, the lucky bitch gets two.

“I don’t think it works that way anyway,” I say. “I think it just responds to me. Something about the obsidian I found…”

Not obsidian. Void glass.

I blink at the errant thought, unsure from where it originated. But it makes sense; the shards I found on the beach didn’t behave like any material I’ve ever used. It responded to my touch, letting me mold it into the shape I pictured in my mind.

“Nemea! Does that mean you figured out your bloodline?” Audra asks, sitting up straighter. “What is it? Nymphaea, right? I knew it, especially after that satyr you sketched the other day. Your sculpture was totally a satyr dick.”

A barely coherent image of a handsome face with a goatee flashes through my mind, and my food settles like a hard lump in my belly. I go cold and set my burger down, swallowing and bracing my hands on the edge of the table.

“No… it isn’t that simple.”

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