Rosemary Johns - Rebel Academy - Curse

Midnight caged me beneath him with his ash wings. Had they always been this large? There was nothing submissive in him now.

"Bones and blood, a bond is sacred. It's only equal, if you also..." He bit his lip.

"Feed from him," Lysander finished, quietly.

"Drink blood...?" I spluttered. "I believe that I ordered tea."

Midnight dropped his gaze. "It was unworthy of me to ask."

"It was most certainly not," Lysander hissed. Instantly, I was covered by Lysander's wings as well; gold mixed with ash. I couldn't help turning my face into their softness and sneaking a quick lick; both Midnight and Lysander shivered like I'd licked their pricks. Interesting. "Do you believe yourself too good to bond in such a way with a vampire?"

"Of course not!" My eyes widened. I'd known that Lysander had fed Midnight, but I hadn't realized what it truly meant. Lysander was Midnight's Blood Lover : willingly in an equal bond with him. They loved each other. I brightened, kissing the end of Lysander's nose. "Please tell me that I'll be bonded to you as well if I do this."

Lysander paled. "It breaks every Court Dictate for a fae to bond more than once."

"Lucky you're a rebel then, isn't it?"

Lysander's answering smile was as wicked as my own. " Prince of Rebels."

I knew how dangerous it was for him to identify as a rebel, when an entire tribe of fae had been executed or sent to the Wicked Reform School for precisely that.

Midnight's wings beat. " Titus ..."

"Titus, everything that he forbids, and his Court Dictates, can go screw themselves," Lysander snarled. Instantly, the walls glowed with a warning hum. Lysander glared at them. "Go and tell tales to my guardian. My royal personage is no longer intimidated." He met my gaze. "Instead, one will be bonded to my lovers ."

When Midnight’s fangs elongated, he grazed them down my neck.

"May I...?" Midnight nibbled and licked around my choker. "Do you wish me to hide my marking?"

"Mark me. I want the world to know that I'm yours."

Midnight's groan vibrated against my skin, and he rocked his crotch against me like he'd come at my words alone.

You didn't have familiars who'd once been vampires without knowing their dark desires.

I felt more alive , than I ever had before. Every sensation was heightened. The brush of Lysander's fingers down the other side of my neck. The scent of cherry blossom. The soft bed of feathers.

The coiling warmth inside.

"Oh, they shall know who you belong to." Lysander's sharp teeth nipped the other side of my neck.

I was surrounded by my two lovers. It was overwhelming and perfect.

Their teeth pressed at the same time on each side of my neck.

Bite me, bite me, bite...

They bit.

I arched, howling in ecstasy. Pain and pleasure melded into one molten core of need, need, need . This was right, where I belonged. I shivered, as my nerves blazed on fire. Midnight was inside me, drinking from me.

This was a service. I'd believed that I'd never be able to offer anything but death to my lovers.

But I was life again.

Lysander licked over the impressive hickey on my neck, before sinking his teeth into Midnight's throat. Midnight moaned; his hard prick pressed into my hip, and I slipped my mists down his pants to stroke his prick firmly to give it the friction, for which he was desperate. Midnight stiffened, before rutting into the mists, and my own pleasure spiraled higher and higher.

At last, Lysander pulled back from Midnight.

Why were his lips cherry red?

When Lysander leaned over me, his eyes blazed with love. Then he pressed his lips to mine and tongued Midnight's blood into my mouth. It was sweet as cream. I moaned myself into Lysander's mouth, as Midnight’s blood passed between us, uniting us .

When I swallowed, my back bowed again. Pleasure crested through me at the same time as Midnight stiffened. Lysander eased his hands into Midnight's pants to work him through the last of his orgasm.

Adoration, joy, and desire.

Midnight and Lysander's emotions crashed through me. I could feel them, but it wasn't like being bound by a Mind Curse. Instead, it was a connection like I had with my Immortals. They'd resurrected me with blood, but the Princes had now bonded me with it.

How had I ever doubted Lysander's nobility or Midnight's love? They couldn't hide now because I could feel... all of it ...through the bond. And they'd known that I would and had chosen it.

Lysander eyed me, warily. "You shan't reject me now? You're truly claiming me?"

How much did I wish to kick my own witchy ass for the times that I'd led Lysander to believe that I would.

"You're my breath, heart, and Soul. Us Immortals have claimed all you Princes and I'm afraid, there's no escape," I warned.

"Really, witch?" Lysander drawled, dropping to lie by my side but feathering kisses down my jaw. "You're in my bedroom. Perhaps, my royal personage has claimed—"

"Sleep," Midnight commanded.

Lysander's outraged expression was delicious. He opened his mouth, before snapping it shut.

Midnight cradled Willoughby in his wings, pulling him into our snuggle pile. Willoughby's eyes fluttered open sleepily, before he smiled as he met my gaze.

"It worked," he rasped.

I nodded.

It felt right to sleep together on the thick carpet, instead of the beds that were symbols of the Princes' kingdoms that'd deposed and punished them.

Yet Midnight wouldn’t be able to sleep…

“I’ll stay awake with you,” I whispered, fiercely.

Midnight shook his head. “You sleep, and I’ll watch over you.”

I hooked a leg over Lysander, and an arm around Willoughby. Midnight laid his wings over us all, as if they were a feathered blanket.

His happiness soared through the bond. Had the Princes ever slept together?

"Goodnight," Midnight breathed like a prayer.

I kissed him lightly. "Good night, my knight. Well, isn’t that the tongue twister?”

Yet it was worth it because Midnight's eyes gleamed, and he shivered with desperate joy.

These three powerful creatures in my arms were predators. We were all wicked. They weren't controlled or tamed.

And I'd never wish them to be.

Although I'd freed Midnight from the Mind Curse, tomorrow I had the wards to bring down, and they were bound intricately with my own magic.

Was I fighting myself?

Together, both Immortals and Princes had to plan an Enchanted Ball that’d trick both the professors and families, as well as destroy the Membership once and for all.

Lysander had rebelled against Titus. Juni had warned me how dangerous that’d be. For a Court Fae, it meant death.

Was that where I was leading these Rebels? If I lost both Princes and Immortals, I’d long for the days when I’d been trapped alone in Hecate’s Tree.

I'd learned with Robin that the more you loved someone, the more it hurt when they died for you.

Was it possible to be at supreme pettability level but at the same time suffer hair limpness because of stress?

No incubus of the ancient Night lineage had ever sacrificed so much hair product in the line of duty.

I deserved a medal but I wouldn’t demand one. I was just that much of a hero ( snicker, of course ).

I snuggled with Magenta on the couch in the Rebel Café, treating myself to a nuzzle of her sweet neck. My dick thickened, and my balls ached. Her wild woods scent coiled around the room, and her magic sparkled like dancing fairies along the roof.