“No matter. I’ll make a call.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Any opportunity to put Cyrus in his place is time well spent. You visit Quentin’s crypt and I’ll insult the rest of your family in their own home.” Thane snorts behind me, and I can’t help the broad grin that spreads across my face.
He turns his attention to Thane. “Your father was absent again.”
“Doesn’t surprise me. Last I heard he was fucking off in Europe looking for his next wife.” The disgust in his voice is palpable.
“He didn’t attend the last meeting either. If he wasn’t the Head of House Aeris, my father would raise a motion for his dereliction.”
Thane scoffs. “Good luck with that.”
“Tell me the next time he contacts you.”
Thane nods then frowns. “I think he’s getting desperate. For another heir, I mean.” Roth tilts his head, waiting for him to continue. “He was more unhinged than usual before he took off for the summer. Said that it’s time to discuss my ‘future and the legacy of our House’, and that we’d talk more when he returned, whatever the fuck that means.”
“That’s concerning.” Roth murmurs and Thane hums in agreement, wiping my raw skin.
“Almost done.” I grunt in response just as Killian bursts through the door, his frenetic energy filling the living room with his own brand of chaos.
“‘Sup, fuckers.” He grins, holding up something like a trophy in one hand and a huge takeaway bag in the other, just in time for my stomach to growl.
“You’re late,” Roth accuses, but Killian rolls his eyes.
“Before you light my ass on fire, I have a very good reason.”
“Which is?” he asks with skeptical look.
“I was helping a damsel in distress.” He beams.
15
KILLIAN
I knew I’d see Nyx again. I hadn’t quite expected it to be in the Training Center, looking like a pissed off drowned cat, wrapped in a plastic shower curtain.
My ideal scenario would have been alone in an empty classroom, bending her over a desk and flipping up her skirt to trace the back of her thighs with my tongue until I could rip off her panties with my teeth and bury my face in her cunt, one finger in her pussy and another in her ass until she’s begging for my cock. She’d arch her back so perfectly, ass bouncing with every brutal thrust of my hips until she’s shaking, dripping and desperate.
These school uniforms wreak absolute havoc on my rampant imagination. And because I’m Killian Hastings, Heir of House Terra, second wealthiest of the four elemental dynasties and proud owner of the biggest dick this side of the Mississippi—well, except for Luther. But he doesn’t count since he rarely uses his Fate-given gift. Honestly, he’s doing a disservice to the student population of Dreadhurst. Thankfully I’m here to support them in these trying times.
Where was I? Oh yeah.
Fuck, she’s hot when she’s mad. Her anger permeates the air so thickly I can taste it.
“You just going to stand there or are you going to make yourself useful?”
I rub my mouth trying to suppress my grin, but it’s futile. “Oh pretty girl, is all this for me? You shouldn’t have?—”
“No you delusional asshole,” she seethes. “Someone stole my shit and all the towels while I was in the shower. I don’t have any clothes, no phone, and no key to get back to my dorm. Andthen,” she catches her breath, “your shithead friend tried to extort me into getting naked instead of letting me borrow his shirt.”
Unfortunately, all of my friends are shitheads—which is why I love them, of course—but she’s going to have to be more specific so I can interrogate them when I get back to the apartment. “Which one?”
She narrows her eyes, clutching the shower curtain even tighter. “The big one.”
“Luther tried to get you naked? Huh.” Well, well, well. I’m never letting him live this down.
“When I refused, the jackass just fucking left me here.” She closes her eyes in frustration and sighs before catching herself, squaring her shoulders. “So, are you going to help me or will I have to sneak across campus and break into my dorm?”
