Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Curse

This lesson could be fun.

Lysander caught my chin between his fingers. “Concentrate on me.” Then he backed towards the lab table, before clicking his fingers like I was a dog. “Walk.”

That was what happened, when I went remembering the soft feel of Lysander’s feathers, the protective press of his mind on mine, and forgot the fae asshole who mistreated Willoughby and Midnight.

When I walked towards Lysander, however, Sleipnir chuckled. What was wrong with my hips? Why had they suddenly decided to slink like a sexy dancer?

Stop it, naughty, naughty feline born to funk hips.

“What are you doing?” Lysander hissed.

“You’re controlling him, Dunce.” Bacchus gentled her hold on Pocus, scratching behind his ear in apology. “It’s mind control, rather than Soul control. You entwine like ivy and free their—”

“Inner diva?”

I could choose what to do, if a command was left open. I could stop walking, as easily as keep on, but Lysander had just called me a diva .

My diva hips kept right on, pressing Lysander against the table, until he scrabbled at my shoulders. “W-wait…s-stop…”

“It’s not your turn,” Bacchus called out.

My naughty hips ( nothing to do with me, m’lord, I didn’t even have control of my mind at the time ), bent Lysander across the table, and his wings settled around me. I couldn’t tell if he was holding onto me or pushing me away. His dick, which was tenting his pants, was equally confusing because it felt like it was pushing me away, except for the way that it rutted against me, shooting sparks of pleasure through my own, which dragged indecent breathy moans from me… and Lysander .

“Hurry up,” Lysander gritted out.

“Or don’t.” Sleipnir looked ready to pounce on both Lysander and me.

Bask put up his hand. “I vote don’t.”

Willoughby lifted his arm. “So do I.”

Lysander shot him a betrayed glance.

“Do only precisely as you wish, Midnight,” Magenta commanded. “You have total control over yourself.”

I had to imagine the smile that she was shooting Lysander, but it’d be epic.

“Stop walking and stand up straight,” Lysander gasped.

Well, that was the end of my free will rampage.

I snapped to parade attention.

Lysander smoothed out his uniform, before pushing himself up. “Why is he so difficult?”

“He’s only doing exactly what you say.” Sleipnir arched his brow. “Huh, being a dictator is harder than it looks, who knew?”

Bacchus examined her long nails. “Crow’s turn.”

Midnight caught Magenta in his wings, before kissing her with a passion and longing that sang of sleepless nights, where there was nothing but loneliness and fevered fantasies. She was Midnight’s queen , but until the moment that I saw him, holding her like that, I hadn’t truly understood what that’d meant.

He loved her, as much as Willoughby did…or as heat furled through me…as much as I loved Midnight .

Lysander gaped. “B-but…and n-now with the k-kissing and the... ”

“Jealous?”

That would make two of us.

Lysander swallowed, but his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Of course not, but why’s he behaving?”

Magenta narrowed her eyes. “Because he chooses to.”

That was right: throw the pussy under the bus.

Lysander clenched his jaw. “Do only precisely as you wish, Fox.” Was that the first time that he’d used my name? I could get used to that. How could I get him to say it again? His expression softened. “You have total control over yourself.”

Why was he licking his lips again almost like…nope, exactly like …he thought that I was going to lean over and…

Before I even had time to think that I was choosing what I did next, I turned away from his waiting lips and marched to Magenta and Midnight, before snuggling between them and kissing both of them in turn.

So, I was a jealous pussy.

Bacchus flicked her wrist, snapping the vines that held the other students to their stools. “So ends the lesson on the power of control.”

Why did she look pleased with herself?

“Petting time!” Bask bounced up, leaping over the table to Magenta.

Magenta curled her mists around Bask, who hung around her neck. Her magic burst in happy fireworks around us.

Mist neighed and flew around in a circle.

Sleipnir dragged Willoughby in his arms like a mad dance around the tables, before snatching me in his arms.

Pocus purred, diving away from Bacchus to wind between Midnight’s legs.

I laughed, caught in the whirlwind.

Then I glanced up and caught Lysander’s gaze, as he stood abandoned and alone. I wished that I hadn’t.

“ You .” Lysander stared at Magenta with intense rage and hurt. “Look at them flock around you like their savior. They all love you so easily. They give up control and power to you, when you don’t demand it. Yet I can’t even…”

“That’s because I don’t demand it.” Magenta brushed Bask’s hair from his cheek but she didn’t drop her gaze from Lysander’s. “If you want love, why don’t you ask for it?”

Lysander’s wings beat; I knew what it looked like to be breathing too shallowly that you were tipping into panic attack, and beneath his rage, he was close. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To make me beg?”

“I truly wouldn’t,” Magenta said, quietly.

Sleipnir wobbled his hand in the universal sign for fifty-fifty .

Willoughby reached out his palm to Lysander. “Come join us for a small post task celebration. Our families couldn’t fault us for that.”

“You know that they could; they will .” Lysander pointed at Magenta with his wing like it was his scimitar. “Did you make my uncle beg you, before you left him at the altar?”

I thought that I was the one with the claws.

“Now, I’ve landed on the side of hell, yeah I’d make him plead ,” Sleipnir growled.

When Magenta prowled towards Lysander with a deadly calm; I’d never seen her look as dangerous. Yet Lysander looked just as deadly. I’d have been hiding under a stool rolled up into a ball by now, but Lysander had only spread his wings in a display of dominance to meet hers.

Except, her gaze kept darting to his lips, as his kept darting to hers.

This was my fault. Why hadn’t my traitorous lips just kissed Lysander first? There was enough mage to go around.

“You infernal…” Magenta breathed.

“Infuriating…” Lysander’s lips grazed hers.

This was about to get even hotter and not in the sexy way if they triggered the Fuck Me Not Hex.

Could I help it that I wanted to see what happened if one burning tongue tried to kiss another? Did it cancel out the heat or lead to spontaneous swearing combustion?

I was a bad foxy.

Lysander wrapped his hand in Magenta’s hair, and she wrapped her fingers even harder in his.

“I think I just came,” Bask murmured.

Lysander and Magenta demanded at the same time, “ What? ”

Bask eeped , hiding behind Willoughby. At least, the Princes and Immortals were united in their desire to spank Bask.

Unfortunately, Bacchus appeared to agree.

She swept towards Magenta. “Good. Finally, teamwork. Would you like an extra reward?”

Merlin’s balls, let Magenta realize that it was a trick question.

“Cheers, but Midnight already has his aren’t you spoiling him single hour’s sleep, and I’m full up on cat treats.” I patted my stomach. “I’m trying to cut down.”