Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Curse

Sleipnir followed him through the opening, grumbling as dirt smeared across his hands. “Hey, you couldn’t have chosen somewhere more romantic for our Honeymoon?”

But Fox was all I saw.

Foxy, Foxy, Foxy…

I dragged him, until he fell on his arse, and then I leaped onto his lap with a whoop . I was never giving up the freedom to whoop again. It was addictive like chocolate or sex, right?

I squirmed happily on Fox’s warm thighs. Then I treated myself to a long sniff of his delicious, raspberry scented curls. When Fox sneezed on the dust, even that was adorable.

His wee scrunched up nose…

“My whipping boy.” It was never too early to stake my claim. I curled my hand behind his neck. “Once we’re back in our bedroom, you can snuggle Nile for a whole minute…alright, a whole night.”

Wow, I’d shocked even myself there. I could be a gracious patron incubus.

Fox blinked. “If I knew that I’d be granted such a bounty, I’d have tried almost dying earlier.”

I smacked his arm, and he mock pouted. “Don’t scare me again.”

“Despite being a mage whipping boy in a coven-run academy, I won’t risk myself in danger every moment of the day… whoops , I will.”

I smacked his arm, harder. “I can still take back the Nile offer.”

I couldn’t. An incubus of the ancient Night Lineage kept their word. But my mage wasn’t the only one who could lie.

“Will no one remember that I can literally tell when you’re lying?”

Oh, then there was that.

I merely lifted my eyebrow. “Where’s the Princes? If we’re working on moving them over to our slinky side, then won’t they count as our lovers now?”

I curled my fingers even more tightly around Fox’s neck at the thought of how the Princes’ bastard families had treated them after the tournament. I could’ve cursed Darby’s crystals to whack him in the eye every time that he took a step, for the way that he’d humiliated Willoughby.

We’d only just saved Fox from death, but Midnight had been hexed to a slow one. Already, he’d have had one night of being forced awake. I mean, I’d been unconscious, but that counted, right?

Sleipnir kneewalked to Magenta, before looping his strong arms around her waist. She melted against him; he didn’t play with her tits, and I admired his restraint.

“That asshole Titus is holding a special class with the Princes right now to enforce his new measures and policies,” Sleipnir growled, and his aquamarine hair spiked to red, “since their failure in the Rebel Cup and tournament.”

Mist darted out of Sleipnir’s pocket, before hovering to settle on my lap. He nuzzled against my thigh, and I stroked across his mane. Sleipnir shivered, like I was carding my hand through his hair, which I guess I was. His hair shimmered back to aquamarine.

“It’s my fault that they’re being punished.” Fox ducked his head.

My eyes became flinty. “ Wise up! ” Fox startled. “You take the blame all the time but I’ve never met anyone…” I huffed out a breath. “You’re innocent like Slippy here. You shouldn’t be in this bastard academy, and I wish that I could bond with you both.”

Mist nuzzled at me more insistently, and Sleipnir flushed.

Fox’s eyes were wide and gleaming; he stroked along my thigh. “Well, that’s easy because you already are. Okay, not officially, magically, or technically…okay, what I mean is…”

“What the eloquent mage is trying to say,” Sleipnir drawled, “is that we’re connected by blood, resurrection, and magic that transcends the veils. If you’re bonded to Magenta, then we’re bonded to you.”

Wishes did come true.

Access to the Princes’ Private Larder, permanently shiny hair, the ability to have multiple orgasms…

Well, it was worth a try.

My glance darted between Fox who was squashed beneath my pettable arse and Sleipnir, who was wound around Magenta. “If you desire it, this is your First Night too.” I grinned. “And Magenta said that I was in control so…” My power flowed through me from my pleasure and skin-to-skin feeding, stronger than ever before. “Take off your clothes.”

“So forward ,” Fox gasped.

Sleipnir’s lips quirked, but he immediately hurled off his blazer (that’d crease) and dragged off his tie, before looping it around Magenta’s neck. Wow, that was hot. Then he stripped off his shirt like it’d personally offended him. Poor shirt.

I cast Fox an imperious look (stolen from the Princes). “Foxy, you’re falling behind.”

Fox gently cupped his hands under Mist and placed him to the side, before tossing me into the pillows far less gently in a way that made my dick twitch.

“If you want to see this booytliciousness,” Fox knelt up, running a finger down his tie, and I snickered, “then I need to get in the mood, but don’t despair, I’m known as the Mood Master. Where are the candles, rose petals, and soft lighting?”

Sleipnir shoved down his pants and kicked them across the chamber onto Fox’s head. “How’s that for getting you in the mood?”

“It’s a start,” Fox’s muffled voice spoke through the seat of Sleipnir’s pants. Then he shook his head, and the pants fell onto Mist, who squealed in protest. “But this is why I’m the Mood Master.”

He pulled out a magical iPod with speakers from his pocket. Instantly, The Sound of Arrows’ electropop “Wicked Ways” spun its spell, and I quivered at its breathy, ghostly lyrics.

Fox wiggled his arse like he was having a fit, while he unbuttoned his shirt.

Was this a striptease mage style?

Magenta and Sleipnir smothered their laughter against each other’s necks.

As Fox shimmied off his shirt, revealing the pale beauty of his shoulders, however, the music pulsed through me like a dream that I’d suddenly remembered. I’d believed that having a loving bond and harem like this was nothing but a childish fantasy.

But it was real.

Even before I’d met these Immortals, I’d loved them.

I smiled at Fox, and the uncertainty in his smile fled. He rolled his hips and slipped his pants down. I let the passion of the music take me.

As Fox pushed down his underwear, and his pretty dick sprang out hard and eager, I whistled.

An adorable blush spread down his neck and chest. He wasn’t an incubus. He’d never done this before. But he’d tried it for me…because he loved me.

I loved him with my every breath. I dived to him, and he caught me, winding his hand through my hair, so that he had better access to my mouth.

This incubus had no problem with that.

Sleipnir, however, rolled his eyes. “Now for something that our dicks…”

“And lady bits,” Magenta supplied.

“…and lady bits can rock to.” Sleipnir clicked his fingers at the iPod.

Instantly, the epic guitars and soaring vocals of Evanescence’s “Haunted” exploded through the Dreaming Space; even the stars shook like they were headbanging.

Fox twirled me in a whirl of hyperactive energy, and I squeaked. “Dick. Officially. Rocked.”

Sleipnir nibbled Magenta’s ear. “He’s like a windup toy. It sucks that they don’t have an off button.”

“Ah, a pity,” Magenta said, amused, but with a teasing gleam to her eyes. “We could check…?”

Fox’s eyes widened, before he scrabbled backward.

There was no way to escape a fully powered incubus, silly human.

I swung Fox around, and he landed in the center of the pillow nest with a startled ommph . But then, he stroked his hand across the satin, before stretching with a feline like stretch. His body was a gorgeous temptation of lean limbs. I craved to mark every inch as mine.