Page 48 of Fortune Academy: Year Two
Pain burst through my scalp as someone yanked me back from Dante by my hair. I blinked through the haze of my magic-induced lust to find Hendrik gripping me hard, wrenching me back so that my throat was exposed.
Dante roared, swinging his arm for the Dark Mage, but Hendrik was too fast. He held out a hand and the shockwave of a spell sent Dante reeling to the end of the room only to collapse in a heap on the floor. He grabbed at his rib, which by the sound of it had just broken from the impact, and wheezed with rage burning in his orange eyes as he watched us.
Pain spread through my chest at my feed being interrupted halfway. I choked and grabbed at my throat, wheezing as darkness filtered on the edges of my vision.
Hendrik cursed. “Damn it, Dante. What the fuck?”
I groaned as pain ripped into me, shredding every muscle and weakening my bones. I cried out with a scream that echoed against the closed in walls of my prison.
Was I going to die?
My agony had nowhere to go and my Blood Stone betrayed me, soaking it in and filling to the brim with raw heat. The damn thing was supposed to help me, but it couldn’t resist suffering—even my own.
“She’s a succubus,” Dante wheezed. “I…” He trailed off as he shook his head. “Fuck. I was letting her feed on me.”
Hendrik grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. “Are you a succubus, too, little pet? That would explain so much.” He ran his tongue over my bottom lip, stemming the worst of my pain. “If you needed to feed, all you had to do was come to me.” He glanced down at the Blood Stone, his expression pleased. “You’ve even managed to do what my Mages could not. I’ve never seen the stone look so beautiful.”
I stared at him, bewildered and half crazed with the need to fuck Dante right this second, but then I saw the desire in Hendrik’s eyes as he flicked his gaze back up to me. My magic redirected to the new source, running over him in merciless ways until his black eyes blew open at the impact.
“Yes,” he whispered as he released me, letting me sink into him. He kissed me, far more gently than I ever would have imagined him capable of. “Your work is done. End your suffering. Feed from me, pet.”
I didn’t have to be told twice.
With a primal growl I ripped off his robe, my fingers transforming into my demonspawn form. I clawed at him, angry to have been hurt, angry at all my Virtues.
It was time they gave back.
Hendrik ignored the long slash I’d made on his chest and grinned at me, only turned on by my violence as he pulled away the tatters of his underclothes. His cock was already hard and ready for me and he pinned me to the floor, overpowering me and holding my wrists above my head. “No scratching, little pet.”
I growled at him, incapable of speech as raw need overwhelmed me. He knew what I wanted as my chest heaved and he raked his gaze over my body.
“I should have fucked you when I had you like this before,” he Mused, then kicked my thighs apart and slid into me, making me arch as lust and magic filled my core.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, willing him to go deeper as he drove into me. I turned my head only to find Dante watching us with a mesmerized look on his face. My magic still plucked at him, but Hendrik provided my feed.
Yet there was something else we’d kindled.
A Virtue connection that begged to be completed, and with Hendrik here, the mate-circle thrummed to life.
I rolled my hips, going with Hendrik’s movements as I let the wave hit me, falling into an abyss of pleasure as Hendrik followed, filling me to the brim with magic, lust, and life.
I’d completed my first feed… and I’d bonded to a new Virtue.
Chapter 18
One perk of not having a soul was that Hendrik was one of the only creatures in all the realms that could survive a succubus’s feed and live to talk about it.
He was damn smug about that fact, too.
He grinned at me from across the table and I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
Averting my gaze, I ignored the stupid blush that ran up my chest and flamed hot on my face. I never used to blush, but with each Virtue that I added to my mate-circle, I was slowly blossoming to life. It was as if I’d been nothing but an empty shell and now I was learning how to breathe again.
Dante set a steaming mug of tea in front of me, awkwardly clearing his throat before he took the farthest seat and tucked his arm into his coat, the motion seeming to becoming a habit. It bothered me that he hid his amputation like that.
I picked up the mug and blew on the edge. “Aren’t you having one?” I asked.
“Only have two mugs,” he admitted. “One for morning and one for evening.” He glanced at Hendrik and his expression was a mixture of raw hatred and respect. “I don’t often have guests.”
