Page 53 of Nothing to Fear
I open the door and take a single step forward, glancing around his office with intrigue before meeting his severe stare. Looking at Lucian Thorne is like looking in a mirror thirty years in the future, and suddenly, I have a rush of confidence that comes from somewhere deep.
“Corvus isn’t exactly what it appears to be, is it?” I start, wanting to get straight to the point.
Professor Thorne cocks his head to the side, and it takes all I have not to roll my eyes at the gesture. It’s one I do often.
“You’ll have to be more specific, Mr. Ambrose. I’m unsure what you mean.” He says “Ambrose” with disdain, andI never noticed it in our brief meetings before, but I do now, and I’m sure it always sounded like that.
“At the risk of sounding crazy, all the research I’ve done on this place, the rumors are all wrong. It wasn’t founded on blood magic; it was founded on love. There are secrets here. Many of them. I’d like to know one. Just one.” To his credit, Professor Thorne doesn’t flinch, which makes me second-guess myself. But then he speaks, and my world flips upside down.
“I’m unsure what any of this has to do with me, my course, or you.”
“You’re a descendant of one of the original founding families. I came across a book inside the Noctus Archives, behind it was the Latin phrase,veritas latet.At the time, I couldn’t remember where I had seen it before, and then it hit me. The photo hanging outside your door. Of the five founding members of Corvus College. The founders of Crimson Keep.”
“I’ve clearly come to underestimate you. Something I don’t do often.”
I’m unsure what my face looks like, but my insides turn to liquid as blood rushes between my ears, a whooshing sound drowning out all other noise.
“So it is true?” is all I can seem to say, although I don’t hear the words as they leave my lips.
“What would you like to know?”
“How to get into the Corvus Cemetery.”
“Of all the secrets. All the history, bloodshed, ghosts of the past, you wish to know the entrance of the Corvus Cemetery?”
“Yes.”
Professor Thorne has the audacity to look annoyed.
“The school has a dark history, Mr. Ambrose. Was it founded on love? Perhaps. But with love comes pain. Thecemetery is sacred. If you demand knowledge, then the college expects you to give back.”
“The college does? As in the administration?”
“Let me ask you something, Asher. What do you want most?”
Love.
“And did the school provide it? Bring you directly to what you desire most?”
Silas.
“I didn’t answer you.”
“I could see it on your face. You cannot sit in front of me and tell me that you haven’t experienced things you can’t possibly make sense of. We don’t need to speak of it, but it doesn’t make it any less true. You belong at Corvus as much as Corvus belongs to you.”
There have always been things here that were unexplainable, that I was timid to speak into existence out of fear of making them true, or people thinking I was crazy and being forcefully institutionalized. Silas being one of them. The ravens. The wind. The trees. The flames. The very school itself seems to breathe life right under my fingertips.
“You deny it?”
“I don’t. But that’s beside the point. Will you tell me how to get in?”
Silas lies on the mattress,his blond hair a stark contrast to the navy-blue sheets beneath him. My fingers dig into the thick meat of his ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks and spread him wide. His puckered hole looks so fucking good, and my cock throbs at the sight of it. My mouth salivates, wanting a taste of him, wanting to drive him completely mad. Ilean in, using the flat of my tongue to lick up his taint and through the crease of his ass cheeks. I lap at his asshole, kissing the area with deep, wet kisses, pressing my face flush against him.
Silas jerks at the contact, his hips gyrating, pushing back against my mouth, seeking out the feeling I’m giving him. Moans flow freely from his lips, a dark whisper right to my soul. I love how he sounds when he’s a desperate, whimpering mess at my mercy.
I eat his ass like I’m starving for it, like I don’t want it to ever end, his endless moans urging me forward. My hands rub over his cool flesh, over his hips, pulling him back into me, my fingertips pressing hard into the curve of his body, unable to control myself.
I let my mouth pool with saliva, then slowly let it dribble from my lips onto his hole, my fingers ready and waiting to collect the fluid. Rimming his ass, I press a single finger inside, slipping past the tight rim and not stopping until I’m buried to my last knuckle. Silas’ hands dig into the sheets for purchase, deep moans reverberating off the walls. I add a second finger, loving the erotic sight as they disappear inside his body.
