Page 68 of House of Malice
Alecto nodded, and Blaze cupped her breast with his free hand. He rolled her nipple and pinched it, his other hand working her from the inside. His whole hand was soaked, her sweet pussy juice dripping all over it.
Blaze ground his hips against Alecto’s ass, unable to stop himself. The whole boathouse smelled like sex, and it drove him absolutely mad.
A little sound escaped Alecto’s lips then. She clasped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Blaze nuzzled his nose into her neck and then whispered, “Yes, you keep that pretty mouth of yours shut, baby. You don’t want them looking up to see you riding my hand, soaking wet from watching them fuck, do you?”
Alecto’s eyes rolled all the way to her head, and her whole body trembled as she climaxed. Her pussy squeezed around Blaze’s fingers. He wished it were his cock instead.
It took Alecto a few good, long moments to recover from her pleasure, and Blaze waited patiently, holding her close to him.
Downstairs, the moans morphed into cries of pleasure. Blaze and Alecto watched as Val’s body collapsed on top of Galia. Quiet murmurs were exchanged, and then there were a few laughs.
Before the girls shook off the afterglow, Blaze and Alecto had to leave. He took Alecto’s hand and pulled her towards the small red door. The cool air of the evening was refreshing, and Blaze took a deep breath.
They walked back to the dock in silence, holding hands.
“Oh, there you are!” Jolene said, waving at them. “Where the Hel have you been? And where is everyone? The ceremony is about to start.”
Blaze looked back at the boathouse and shrugged. “Andro and Gael were getting drinks, no?”
“We’re here,” Andro said, making his way with a drink in hand. Gael was right behind him, holding a bottle of beer. “It’s a rather boring gathering, if you ask me.”
“It’s a fucking funeral. It isn’t supposed to be fun,” Alecto said.
Andro shrugged, taking a sip of his cocktail. “I’ve been to funerals that were three-day-long festivities. So don’t blame the tradition, blame the people.”
Alecto rolled her eyes, and Blaze chuckled.
“Why are we even here?” Jolene asked, looking around. Then she added in a whisper, “It’s not like the Dean will come out and confess he’s behind the murders and probably the suicide.”
“Because this is our opportunity to observe the enemy.” Val appeared out of nowhere, a glass of elderberry wine in hand.
She glanced at the Dean standing with a few professors. They were preparing the boat where Miss Bellthrove’s body lay wrapped in dark linen by adding flowers, dried branches, and other traditional ornaments.
“He’s a great actor,” Alecto said. “He truly looks concerned and heartbroken.”
“If he was anything less than a great manipulator, he wouldn’t have gotten this far,” Val said.
They all stood, watching the preparations. Once the body was covered as per their tradition, the Dean turned to the people and clapped to get everyone’s attention.
“Thank you everyone who came here tonight to pay their respects to Miss Bellthrove,” the Dean said. “She was an important part of Venefica, and we’ll always remember her dearly. Tonight, we say our goodbyes and celebrate Miss Bellthrove’s journey to the Meadows.”
Then the Dean started chanting a spell.
Professor Gabetown pushed the little boat with the corpse into the lake, and as it started floating away from the shore, the branches and the flowers caught fire. The air filled with the scent of flowers and freshly cut grass.
A few students were crying and others were praying as they all watched the boat floating farther into the lake.
30
October 6, 1950
“You sure it was a good idea to send Alatar for this?” Reverie asked, inspecting her nails. “He’s so unpredictable and reckless.”
Galliermo couldn’t argue. Reverie was right. While Alatar was his best friend and a mastermind at times, he was also like a ticking bomb. A dangerous, sociopathic ticking bomb.
“Rufus is with him, so they’ll be fine,” Octavia said.
Despite her calm and assuring tone, she was nervous. It was obvious from the way she paced back and forth, crunching gravel underneath her high-heeled shoes.
