Page 63 of Oracle
The headmaster's screams echoed through the expanse of his office, but no one came to his rescue. No one could save him—he was damned from the start of my story.
He fell to his knees as blood poured in rivulets from his severed wrists, pooling beneath him in an ever-expanding lake of blood.
Meanwhile, Lucien retracted his claws and ran his now-smooth fingers along my cheek. His voice was gravelly, as if he had swallowed a handful of rocks. “You’re okay now, Angel. He’ll never touch you again.”
The possessiveness of his words, combined with the deep tones of his voice, made heat pool between my legs. An ache began to build there too, demanding I find a way to satisfy it.
I had yet to bring myself to cross the line of being intimate with my creatures as I wrote my stories, but today felt like the day that was going to change. I needed a little something extra to cheer me up after the headmaster had pissed me off to no end. I’d wanted to punch him in the mouth and tell him where he could shove it with his suggestions, but seeing as I couldn’t give in to that desire…I’d give in to this one instead.
My hand flew across the paper, and ink smeared the back of my hand slightly in my rush to get the words down onto the page, my heart beating erratically at the scene beginning to form in my mind. Such was the issue of being left-handed, but I’d deal with the crime scene on my hand after I got all of my thoughts onto the paper and my desires felt satisfied.
I couldn’t stop now, not with heat pooling between my legs at the thought of finally writing this. Finally giving in to the dreams that plagued the precious few hours of sleep I managed to snag a week. I rubbed my thighs together, craving friction between them as desire slammed through me.
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I envisioned the scene in my head as I wrote, the phantom sensations trailing along my skin as I did. Lucien drew me into his shadows, which wrapped around me like a warm blanket and made me feel at home with him. My vision blacked out as he transported us from the headmaster’s office. Having my sight ripped away was a bit disorienting, but when I came to, I saw he’d transported us to his bedroom. My mouth popped open as I took in the gigantic bed in the middle of the room and the dark curtains hanging in front of the walls of windows. The room was draped in black and red silk, making it feel sensual and luxurious.
Before I could picture more details, he gently gathered me in his arms and laid me down in the middle of his satin sheets, my hair spanning out around me as I looked into his black eyes. They were slitted as he stared down at me, the look and his eyes somehow conveying so much emotion in their dark depths. How was it possible to feel his pent-up anger at the headmaster for touching me simmering beneath the surface, while simultaneously seeing such hunger for me lurking next to it?
I felt his longing for me in that gaze. It practically poured from him as he ran a hand down my cheek in a delicate manner a monster shouldn’t be capable of. Like I was his most precious treasure.
My breath hitched, and I pulled my bottom lip in to nibble on it as his hand drifted down my neck, his claws extending slightly as he reached the top of my school blouse.
With one fluid movement, he shredded the front of it, leaving my breasts exposed in my black lace bra. His head drifted to press soft kisses along the tops of my breasts before turning his dark gaze to mine, begging permission before he went further.
With a nod and a “Yes,” that fell from my lips so quickly I was almost embarrassed, he dug a claw under the middle of my bra and cut it in half with ease.
His mouth clamped around one of my nipples, rolling his tongue around the now hard pebble. Soft moans poured from my lips as his hand cupped and kneaded my other breast before his fingers pinched my nipple slightly. His claws came and went as he kneaded them, the same as his teeth, which had been used to rip throats out in mere seconds.
I moaned in delight, as my eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy, “Luci—“
Three rapid bangs on my door knocked me out of my thoughts, and I accidentally drew a line across the paper as I startled from the noise. My head cracked against the wall as I jerked it up, making my ears ring for a moment from the impact.
"Damnit," I seethed quietly, annoyed at the intrusion right when things were starting to get heated.
This was just my fucking luck.
That was the worst moment for me every time, though—whenever I was so deep in my world that I forgot this one existed, and then something drew me back to bleak reality, forcing me to accept over and over again that my world didn’t actually exist.
But if only...
My body felt wound up from the scene I’d left off in, and my cheeks burned at the thought of someone seeing the explicit words in my notebook. As I jumped off the bed, a piece of hair got caught in my mouth, and I tried to push it out with my tongue as I scurried to shove the notebook into my bin under the bed.
The banging came once more, accompanied by a girl crying, “Alex! Open up, please.”
It threw me a bit off-kilter to have someone call me Alex, as that seemed like a nickname only a friend or family member would say—and I certainly had none of those. I was only ever referred to as Alexandra, my full name.
Shoving the bin under the safety of the shadows beneath my bed, I glanced down at myself to see if I was presentable for guests before shrugging and deciding I didn’t care. They’d get what they’d get, and if they threw a fit, too fucking bad.
