Not any spell.
Not lovemaking with my loves.
Not the fucking feeding, which had worked before. The only thing that had worked.
Now, though, the sensation, what it did for me, had been diluted or something similar. I could no longer get the same satisfaction. It barely scratched the surface of making me feel almost-alive.
I’d never thought the day would come where Zayn becoming attentive to other people’s needs would come back around to bite me. Or the fact that he’d become so self-aware at the same time of his emotions, his actions, so much.
Yet here we were.
I shoved my hand through my hair. At least with Ruxnoth providing thatliving warmthfor longer this time, I could keep away from the feeding, calm things down where Zayn was concerned. Because if he told anyone, I suspected it would be Dad. He’d reason that the great Sylas Morgrave would have the means to fix it.
He didn’t, though. And he couldn’t. This was outside everyone’s wheelhouse.
Except Ruxnoth’s.
And now mine. Now I had that living equation captured.
My phone buzzed on my nightstand with an alert reminding me to get to breakfast with my loves before classes.
If it was breakfast with anybody else, I would skip it, so I could work on the equation—and my training exercises for my next session with my dad.
But my loves… I couldn’t not be with them.
Last night we’d all slept separately in our own dorm rooms as it was, because we’d had to study. The intensiveness of the curriculum here could really have readings and assignments building up if you missed even a couple of days’ worth of studying and seeing to things.
Just like the four of us becoming too immersed in each other to come up for air. We would come together after our final classes of the day then spend the rest of the day together all the way to morning. Over and over.
And now I also had my necromantic training on top of this, I’d definitely fallen behind.
And I couldn’t fall behind there either—I was also learning a lot here at Loxley. Especially in myGrimoire Creationclass and the deep spellwork involved which I’d been running by Dad too. And the classes where I interacted with so many different power sets… all not just expanding my knowledge base as a means to learn and grow, but helpful from the point of Ruxnoth being made of warped power that didn’t function predictably.
Another buzz from my phone had me walking over there and snatching it up.
It was a text this time.
I tensed when I opened it.
Zayn:Win, thought you were coming by before breakfast?
Oh, right.I eyed the clock on my screen. Ten minutes late.
Winter:Don’t need it. XOXO.
Zayn:Seriously?
Winter:Yeah. Unless you need it on your end?
Zayn:I’ll take a hand job if you’re offering up needs and all that.
Winter:You? A hand job, not a blow job? Are you well this morning, Z?
Zayn:Oof, if you hadn’t been all rude about it, I was gonna lick my own cum off your fingers and make a sexy fucking show out of it for you. We all know what a dirty bastard you love to be when things get carnal.
Winter:Being rude? That was an expression of concern.
Zayn:Change my mind.
