Page 49 of House of Malice
Alecto licked her lips. “You’re delicious.”
Blaze pulled her on top of him and kissed her mouth. He loved tasting himself on her.
“Better than an alarm clock, for sure,” Blaze said when she pulled away. Alecto tried to get off him, but he held her in place by the waist and her neck. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done yet.”
“Ah, yes we are,” Alecto said and gave him a peck.
Blaze grabbed her ass, pushing her hips into his so she could feel his cock had hardened again.
“But I haven’t yet fucked your perfect pussy,” he murmured into her neck. “And I haven’t tasted it yet either. And I really,reallywant to.”
Alecto’s breath hitched, but she cleared her throat and said, “We don’t have time for that now.”
With a groan, Blaze let her slip away from him. He watched her put on white panties and then her uniform.
She glanced over her shoulder as she pulled on her skirt. “But you know what? If you manage to find me in the archives, I’ll let you fuck me.”
Blaze pushed himself up and leaned on his elbow. He was awake, his heart pounding. “Right then and there? In the archives?”
Alecto pulled on her white shirt with a shrug. “I think it is a fitting reward if you do manage to find me.”
Blaze hopped off the bed, eager to dress up. “Well, come on then, Black. Quickly, quickly, we have some research to do!”
He pulled his clothing on, grabbed her by the waist and pushed her out of her room midway through putting on her coat, laughing.
22
Venefica’s archives lay in the basement of the Dean’s building. The wide stairs carved out of black stone were wide and perfectly polished, despite their age.
Only the sound of their steps echoed around them as they descended deeper into the basement. Light orbs were sparsely scattered above their heads, hovering close to the stone ceiling.
“This is creepy,” Jolene said in a whisper.
“A little bit,” Alecto agreed.
Even if she was uncomfortable or nervous with their mission, it didn’t show on her face. She looked calm and relaxed, as if they were going for a walk in the park.
But then again, Alecto had always known how to hide the way she truly felt. Blaze knew that better than anyone.
Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairs, where a long corridor stretched in front of them. It was just as wide as the stairs and void of any doors or paintings. Only the light orbs lit the way.
At the very end of the corridor, Blaze could see the large round door. When they finally reached it, it seemed to be made of blood oak and black iron.
In the very middle of the door, there was an owl carved out of iron with a smooth plate in its claws. Chills went down Blaze’s back because it looked as if the owl were truly alive, its eyes watching them.
“There is nobody here,” Jolene said. “How would they know who came in?”
Alecto waved the papers in the air. “Blood tracing.”
Jolene hummed and nodded. She lifted her school skirt up and unsheathed her athame. “Who’s first?”
Alecto extended her palm to Jolene. She was just about to slice it open, when Alecto said, “Not the whole palm! Just the finger.”
“Oh right, sorry.” Jolene shrugged and giggled.
She pierced Alecto’s fingertip. Once the blood appeared, Alecto pressed her finger against the iron plate. Nothing happened.
“Um, are you sure this is how you’re supposed to do it?” Jolene asked, frowning.
