Page 45 of House of Pain
But then why was his cock hard as a rock, pressing to his pants as he strode through the campus towards the Main Street, her sweetness still lingering on his lips?
In his mouth.
The sensation of Alecto hot and wet wrapped around his fingers almost made Blaze growl with unfulfilled need as he crossed Main Street, the memory of what just happened so fresh in his mind it was hard to think of anything else.
Get it together, Leveau.
Hate fucks always left him feeling a certain type of way. This must have been the case.
The solution was to go find someone else to fuck.
Blaze still had a boner and was feeling horny. Fucking someone right about now would help, and it would take the edge off just right.
Finally, he rounded the corner of Main Street and turned onto 7th Avenue, where the House of Snakes stood at the very end of the street, close to the park that separated two parts of Darly.
Blaze strode up the stairs in a few long strides, opened the unlocked front door, and went straight for the stairs, ignoring other members of the House along his way.
In a few more moments, Blaze was on the third floor, but instead of opening the door to his room, he went into Val’s room without knocking.
She was sitting by her desk, and some other girls from their House were sitting around the room. And all their eyes were now on him.
Val rose to her feet, her eyes wide as she noticed the bruise on his jaw and the split lip that Blaze had completely forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“What the fuck happened—”
Blaze didn’t let her finish, glancing at the girls as he said, “Get out.” A moment later, he added, “Please.”
Without as much as a whisper, girls rose, and one by one left the room, leaving Val and Blaze alone.
“Blaze, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Val asked, crossing her arms. “I was in the middle of something, you know? And what the fuck happened to your face?”
Blaze didn’t listen to her tirade, closing the distance between them in two strides. He cupped her cheeks in his palms and smashed his mouth into hers with such force that Val stumbled backwards.
She didn’t hesitate, though, immediately raking her hands through his hair, wrapping an ankle over his leg, and pressing her body closer to his.
Blaze could count on Val for many things—having his back, playing the role of a proper witch when he needed, and pretending to care about him when he craved it.
He could also count on her to keep his mind off things he didn’t want occupying it.
II. WICKED GAMES
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Alecto could barely sit straight in her seat.Just this morning she woke up hungover and sore after last night, the unfulfilled ache from sex with Matias plaguing her. It didn’t last long though.
Right now, Alecto’s thighs were still tingling where Blaze’s fingers touched her, her cheeks growing hot whenever her mind wandered to that dark classroom.
Alecto yawned and cracked her neck, waiting for the acting class to start. A few low chuckles two rows down drew her attention. Three girls from the House of Tigers whispered to each other, throwing mean glances Alecto’s way and then snickering.
So, the whole House knew about Alecto and Matias. About the damn memory orb. They might even have watched the whole thing, laughing and giggling as Matias boasted about his abilities in the bedroom.
Anger surged in Alecto’s chest, burning so hot it was hard to breathe. She needed to get that fucking memory orb back and destroy it.
Finally, Madame Raquel strolled into the classroom, her black robe flowing like a river down the sultry curves of her body.
“Ladies and gentlemen, come, come,” Madame Raquel called, waving one elegant hand for all the students in the auditorium to come forwards. “I want to see the best performance from each one of you today. I’ll be immediately deciding who gets what role forCarmen. You only get one chance. Alecto, you go first.”
A breathy curse escaped Alecto’s lips as she rose from her seat and walked over to the stage.
