Page 44 of Fortune Academy: Year Three
And I love you, dumbass,I added mentally.
I didn’t know if Hendrik heard me. All my Virtues seemed disconnected ever since I’d run into Cole that first night in my dreams.
We held our stalemate, my black claws around his throat and his hand on my hip like a brand before he pulled my fingers away and crushed his lips to mine.
He devoured me, needing to release all his anger and pent-up frustrations from these past few months. I desperately wanted to know what he’d been up to and why he was covered in bruises that weren’t healing, but right now he needed something else from me.
He needed my rage.
And I gave it to him.
I bit his lip hard and the tang of blood spilled into my mouth. He growled and ripped down my skirt as I released flames over his skin with a mental command, burning his clothes but leaving him unharmed.
“That’s a new trick,” he said, his tone admiring as he shoved his fingers under my bra, squeezing my breast with one hand while he positioned himself with the other. He yanked one of my legs over his arm and spread me, then entered, making me cry out as I hit my head back against the wall.
No foreplay. No teasing.
Just release.
He thrust into me hard and made me gasp as raw pleasure and passion unfurled inside of me.
He pinched my nipple, adding delicious pain to the symphony as he played my body like an instrument, his eerie pupiless eyes watching me with dark intent.
Something was wrong with him, something that went deep and tormented him.
He growled as I raked against our mate-bond, searching for his spirit. When I found him, angry and suffering, he slammed against me hard, making my vision spin.
“I’ve been staying away from you for a reason, pet,” he said, his voice a dangerous rumble as he pulled out of me and spun me before thrusting into me from behind. I pushed against the wall, only to find myself sandwiched between his relentless thrusts and an unmovable barrier that reminded me of my dreams.
Except this time, there was no escape from him.
“There’s corruption in the mate-bond,” he warned as he shoved a finger in my ass, making me suck in a breath. “I’m angry… so angry, and I think your little demon friend is to blame.”
Cole was to blame for this? Shit.
“So you get yourself beaten up?” I managed to ask as he resumed his delicious torture, thrusting into me balls-deep as he began to pant with growing need.
I had a bad feeling that he was only just getting started and I was going to sport a few bruises and internal injuries of my own before he was done with me.
“I’ve been training with your Hunter,” he admitted, growling as he thrust hard and held himself deep inside of me.
My body clenched around him and I clawed against the wall, seeing stars as the pleasure threatened to break me.
“Dante?” I asked, bewildered. The Hunter had been avoiding me as well, but I’d assumed that was to keep up pretenses with the Dean. It still hurt to be avoided by my own soulmates, but I had faith my Virtues wouldn’t so easily abandon me.
At least, that’s what I’d been telling myself.
“There’s rage in the mate-circle and it’s hit Dante and I particularly hard. We’ve been trying to keep you safe, and in the meantime we’ve been burning the pent-up anger by building magic for when your timer is up,” he said as he tapped the Hellfire bracelet.
“By beating the shit out of each other?” I groaned when he added a second finger. “How did you know about my… timer?”
He leaned in and licked the back of my ear, making me shiver. “We’re your Virtues, pet. You think we didn’t know about your little deal with the devil?”
He pulled out of me and thrust in hard without warning as if punishing me for making a deal with Lucifer, making me cry out as my body retaliated against the sudden pleasure.
“Hendrik, I—” I tried to protest, to explain, but he resumed long, hard thrusts that rendered me completely speechless.
Hendrik drew me under his spell as the dark fog swirled all around us, filling my lungs as I lost myself to the pleasure and pain. My Dark Mage took out all his frustration on me, taking me on the floor, against the cheap sofa, and finally under his shower when I started to exude Hellfire. He ran the cool water that hit our bodies and released puffs of steam into the air as I kissed him, running my tongue over his to devour him like he devoured me.
