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The Morrigan responds deep within me, seeking him. I feel the answering pulse of the Raven King's power from Marius. Their connection is entwined with our own, heightening every feeling.
I come with a violence that steals my breath. I convulse around Marius's fingers, my vision flashing white. He works me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I'm limp and spent.
He withdraws his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth. I watch, transfixed, as he licks them clean. The obscene sight makes me clench around nothing.
Marius chuckles darkly at my reaction. He kicks off his pants before settling between my thighs again. The head of his cock nudges against my entrance and I shudder.
"Are you ready?" he asks, voice rough with desire.
"Yes," I breathe, bracing my hands on the desk behind me. "Please, Marius."
He thrusts into me in one smooth stroke. I moan brokenly as he stretches me open, filling me completely. He starts to move, setting a hard and fast pace.
The shadows dance around us as Marius claims me over and over again. Our coupling is frenzied, desperate—two halves of a whole finally reunited. The Morrigan and Raven King meld with our own magic, this reunion centuries in the making.
I can feel every drag of his cock inside me, every press of his body against mine. It's too much, but not enough all at once. Sweat cools on my skin, dampening my hair and our harsh breathing mingles. Marius leans down to capture my mouth again, swallowing my cries of pleasure as he drives into me relentlessly.
I hook my legs around his waist, urging him impossibly deeper. He obliges with a low groan, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. My moans rise in pitch as the pleasure mounts.
"That's it, little bird," Marius whispers against my lips. "Take what you need."
And I do. I surrender to the overwhelming sensations, to the dark magic binding us together. The Morrigan surges forward, reaching for her mate, and the Raven King responds in kind. Their archaic power and connection joins with our own, intensifying every sensation.
My climax crashes over me, obliterating all thoughts except Marius and the feeling of him pulsing deep inside me as he finds his own release. We cling to each other as the aftershocks fade, chests heaving.
Marius rests his forehead against mine, nose brushing my cheek. "Mine," he murmurs fiercely.
I cup his face in my hands, thumbing over his cheek.“Mine,” I whisper back.
Chapter Sixteen
Laria
The door creaks shut behind me, and I scan the room. A dozen faces turn my way—students huddled at desks, a couple of professors leaning against the back wall. The candlelight flickers, throwing their shadows up the stone walls like specters. Good. They’re nervous. I can work with that.
“Glad you all made it,” I start, my voice smooth, practiced. I step to the front, letting the silence stretch just enough to make them squirm.“I know this isn’t exactly sanctioned. But then, neither is Brigid.”
A murmur ripples through the room. I toss my hair over my shoulder, casual, like this is just another conversation. Like I’m not playing chess with their fears.
“She’s dangerous,” I say, letting the word hang.“We’ve all seen it. The way she manipulates power, the way she bends the rules. She’s not like us. She doesn’t care about balance, about tradition. She’s a threat to everything this academy stands for.”
I pause, letting it sink in. One of the students—a shifter, I think—shifts in his seat. His eyes dart to the door, like he’s already regretting being here. Too late for that.
I press, leaning forward, my tone dropping to something conspiratorial.“You’ve all heard the rumors by now. The Council caught Brigid using dark magic. She stole dangerous dark magic and used it in a ritual. The Council tried to stop her and many of them lost their lives because of it. The Fae king was killed. And for some reason, no one is doing anything about it. Brigid is free to walk around this school.”
The room’s quiet now, the kind of silence that comes when people are too afraid to speak. I can feel it—the fear, the doubt. It’s almost tangible. I let it build, let it coil around them like a snake.
“Think about it. She’s never been one of us. She brought shadow magic here, and I’ve got no doubt that she’s with the rebels. It’s part of their plan. Brigid and him. Marius. He’s like her.”
A wave of murmurs flows over the room.
“I’m not saying we do anything drastic,” I add, softer now, almost gentle.“But we need to be smart. We need to protect ourselves. And each other. Because if we don’t, who will?”
I glance around the room, meeting their eyes one by one. Some of them nod, slow, hesitant. Others look away. Doesn’t matter. I’ve planted the seed. Now I just have to water it.
“This stays between us,” I say, my voice firmer now.“No one talks. Not to Brigid, not to her little friends, not to the dean. We don’t know where her loyalties lie.” I say this, but I’ve seen Dean Fiona and Brigid more than a few times looking like a lot more than just dean and student. I don’t know what’s going on there, but it’s clear that Brigid has allies. Otherwise, her head would have rolled already.“This is our problem, and we handle it. Together.”
There’s a low murmur of agreement. Not everyone’s on board yet, but they will be. They’ll see soon enough. I’ve been underestimated before, but I always win in the end. Always.
