Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Crush

"I understand," Lysander forced out.

Yet his hands twitched on his knees, almost like he was eager to begin. His gaze was fixed intently on Magenta.

"Hey, Serenity," I called, "how about you pick who plays at random. So, no cheating. Pink for the name of the player who sets the Truth or Dare. Black for the player who has to take on the challenge."

"Do I have to point out that every one of your heartbeats are elevated?" Serenity chided. "How about taking off your clothes and taking a long, hot, soapy shower together, instead? Or a cold one...that'll reduce the tension in this room."

"Just play the game and don't pick my name every time."

Silence.

"Serenity..."

"Carry on you, of course not."

"I'm serious."

"Fine."

"Serious as Ragnarok."

" Meanie ," Serenity sulked.

LYSANDERblazed across the walls in neon pink.

Lysander perked up. "Perhaps, I shall grow to like this game."

Then SEIPNIRflashed in black.

“Perhaps, I won’t,” I muttered.

"I didn't pick you first ..." Serenity said, slyly.

Lysander was studying me like he couldn't decide if I was the best gift that he'd ever received or a bug for him to dissect.

Then his expression hardened, as his gaze flicked to Magenta. "Truth: What's something that you're afraid to tell Magenta?"

My mind blanked.

So, that's how the hunter became the hunted.

My pulse thundered in my ears. My mind was overloaded with one word: monster, monster, monster ...

I opened my lips to say it, but nothing came out.

When had I started shaking?

Suddenly, cool fingers closed around mine, squeezing.

"He'll take the Dare." Magenta's voice was tight.

I nodded.

I raised my gaze to meet Lysander's, straightening my shoulders. I wouldn't let him know how he'd wrecked me. Still, I'd wanted secrets revealed.

Karma loved to kick me in the ass .

Lysander's eyes were wide, and he studied how my hand was linked with Magenta's, as he swallowed. "If I played the game wrong..." He whispered.

"I believe that you picked just the right way to play it," Magenta replied, sharply.

Lysander's wings beat, agitatedly. "As you're too coward to answer, I get to set a Dare, which should be dirty. One doesn't wish to disappoint." His eyes gleamed with malevolence. "Dirty talk to your hand."

Asshole.

Yet Bask wriggled sexily, blowing a kiss across the circle to a startled Lysander. "Slippy's dirty talk is a fine thing. I'm claiming you as an honorary incubus."

Lysander blanched. Now that was how to insult a fae prince.

Did he think that it'd be humiliating (or even a challenge), for the son of Loki to use his talented tongue for... anything ?

I grinned. This would be fun.

I pulled my hand away from Magenta's, holding it up in front of me and catching Lysander's gaze. I forced him not to look away, as I pinched my thumb and finger together to create a hole.

If he wanted me to dirty talk to my hand, then I'd also make love to it, and at the same time, him.

"You'll forget your name, after I'm done screwing you," I growled, low and seductive. Lysander shivered, curling his arms around himself. "I'm going to ruin your hole." I slowly extended the finger on my opposite hand, moving it towards the hole like it was my prick. After all, he'd wanted dirty . I edged my finger in, catching it around the rim. "Valhalla! You're so tight. That's it, clench...work for it." Lysander's eyes were glassy and blown wide. I pushed my finger in and out, in and out. "I love it when you ride me like this. You were made to take my dick. Tell me how much you love feeling me pulse inside you." Lysander gasped. It was my dare, but he was imagining it. He was right there, caught in the fantasy. "Beg me to come." My own breathing was ragged; my balls ached. I was caught with him. "You look so sexy. I want you to come for me now, hard ."

When I pulled my finger out, Lysander groaned, and so did Fox and Bask.

Magenta snatched me by the shoulders, twisting me to kiss her with a passion that was flustered, messy, and perfect . I sucked on her lip, and she bit mine back.

Then we both laughed. Her breath gusted across my mouth.

"Well, that was educational." Magenta licked across my lips like she needed to taste me. "Remind me to request that service in bed."

"Yeah, same here." Fox waved his hand, eagerly. "But no ruining my hole because I can't simply order a new one. I shudder at how that request would go down with Bacchus."

I chuckled.

Lysander ducked his head, flushed. He stared at the carpet, avoiding my gaze and picking at a fraying thread.

BASKflashed in pink across the walls, followed by WILLOUGHBYin black.

Willoughby stiffened.

There was so little time left to discover the truth about the Princes, but this game offered us the chance to reveal their secrets and our own.

Let the hunt of the Princes begin…

The hunt for the truth wasn't as simple as knowing when somebody was lying. My Power of Confess thrummed snatches of music, burst bright lights, or pounded through me at even an avoidance of the truth. I should've at least been granted the title of Lie Referee, since I was the one who took the boot to the balls if somebody broke the rules and lied.

Yet it was far more interesting to watch whether the Princes would even tell us the truth.

I'd bet my furry tail that Willoughby and Midnight would, and I was attached to my tail. On the other hand, Lysander was still a dick. I wouldn't risk my tail for him.

Yet when I looked up at Magenta, and her scent of yew trees wound around me like love and home, I knew that I'd do anything for her. This game could help us to free Magenta and everybody else in the academy. I'd made promises to Snow, and I wouldn't break them. I'd also promised Midnight, just like he'd sworn oaths to me.

I pressed closer to Midnight, and his wings curled around me. When I slid my hand along his thigh, his skin was as cool as moonlight. I glanced up, catching Lysander's pointed glare at the way that my hand rested on his whipping boy.

Wow, I was even thinking in his haughty fae voice.

I smirked, turning to catch Midnight's lips with mine. Then I gasped, as Midnight pushed me back firmly, deepening the kiss. His fang caught my lip, and my mouth was flooded with tangy blood. He groaned, and his hard dick pressed against my hip.

I couldn’t help the smug pride that my blood was a turn-on to a vampire.

Then I realized that my dick was also hardening like an eager wolfhound, answering its master's call ( yeah, wolfhound and not chihuahua ).

Down, boy.

I might only have a hazy idea what my kinks were, but why was the way that Midnight now licked over my cut lip with deliberate care making my dick disobediently press against my pants?

I’d have to whack him with a rolled-up newspaper later.

I winced. Then I edged backwards, until I was able to glare down at my lap. Dick, you won't become a vampire fanboy or they'll be no coming for a month...okay, a week...okay, at least two days, right?

That should do it.

Magenta's smile was soft. "Our two whipping boys appear to have invented games of their own. Perhaps, we could all join in later."