Page 117 of House of Ruin
His skin was still sensitive, his hearing and sight heightened. And chills ran down his back whenever he let his mind wander to Alecto’s soft skin, to her gentle moans in his ears.
Against his will, Blaze’s cock surged forward, hard as stone.Again.
He couldn’t believe Alecto had organized a threesome with him and Val.
Yet despite being jealous of Val’s hands roaming the body he wanted to belong to nobody else but him, he was glad Alecto had chosen him.
It would have been so much harder to know she had performed the ritual without him.
The thought of someone like Norse being there yesterday night, all over Alecto, made Blaze want to punch someone.
Ignoring his pulsating cock, Blaze turned off the shower, stepped into the steamy bathroom, and wrapped himself into a towel.
Tonight they had the party. There would be lots of people around, everyone looking at him, waiting for him to snap or to do something that would doom their House.
Blaze wasn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction.
He zipped his black pants, put on the black T-shirt that clung tightly to his body, and ruffled his wet hair. It was going to dry into a messy pile of curls, but it was good enough.
Before leaving his bedroom to join the party that was surely picking up downstairs, Blaze stole a glance of himself in the mirror.
His cheeks were sunken, his under-eye circles still dark and prominent against his pale skin.
But there was a newfound gleam in his gaze that surprised even him.
For the first time, something heavy had lifted from his chest, and Blaze found himself feeling as close to happy as he’d ever dared to feel.
Me too.
As he descended the stairs, his heart beat faster only knowing that his happiness was due to her.
And Blaze was giddy with excitement to see her.
An hour later, the party was in full swing.
Blaze hadn’t seen Alecto yet, and his whole body was charged with restless electricity as his eyes continuously scanned the living room.
After one last glance around, Blaze made his way to the kitchen to grab himself a drink.
Gathered around the kitchen island were Val, Andro, and Jolene. As per usual, mid-argument.
“You put the truth serum in everyone’s drinks?” Andro hissed, his eyebrows rising all the way to his hairline.
Val didn’t even blink. “Of course, I did. Tonight is going to be the night of spilling secrets.”
She giggled to herself, clearly all too pleased with the thought of the whole student body spilling all their secrets when they all had so many to hide.
Blaze was impressed with the plan. This was the best way to figure out who had been poisoning him. Who had betrayed the legacy of their House.
“Did you at least get the antidote to ease the side effects later?” Jolene asked.
Val only smiled.
“Val, everyone’s gonna know when tomorrow they’re vomiting fucking blood for hours,” Jolene scolded. “And not to mention the dangers of overdosing by consuming too much of the serum with the alcohol—”
Val lifted her palm, shutting Jolene up. “Enough, Goody Two-shoes. The serum is only in the first serving of the shots. What do you think I am? An amateur?”
Blaze snorted. He lifted his shot glass to his lips, but then immediately set it back on the kitchen island. Instead, he grabbed a glass bottle of homemade elderberry lemonade.
