Ravage (Royal Fae Academy #1) - Lacey Carter Andersen Page 0,34

desire, and I siphoned it until it was gone. Then, if I was in the mood, I slammed down on top of their cocks until I got off. After I orgasmed, I left. Rarely did I ever think of the men again.

But with Dwade and Lucian and Bron, the way they wanted me felt like...a tornado I was caught inside. My body couldn’t seem to tell the difference between their desire and my own.

A whimper slips from my lips, and I stroke myself faster. I hadn’t expected the way their emotions would affect me, but I also hadn’t expected that the three were so damn hot naked. Their cocks were fucking perfect. Long and thick and beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever had to suck a man before, but I had to suck them.

It’d taken everything inside of me not to act like Goldilocks and try out each of their cocks to get myself off until I found the “right” one. I almost slipped off my pants so many times. I almost climbed on top of them and used them to ease the ache inside of me. But I’d remembered my plan and asked the first question, knowing that there would never be a better time to feel their emotions without anything being held back.

I’d been so horny and turned on, I’d expected to feel nothing but confusion when I asked the questions. When guilt and anger had colored their arousal, it’d been so damn startling. Like a bucket full of ice water. And as they’d started talking, it’d felt like it was some kind of nightmare.

As I’d walked away, I’d glanced back at them, legs spread, beautiful cocks in the air, and I’d wanted so many things. But I wanted them more than anything.

Well, more than anything but the truth.

I come then, biting down to keep from crying out. The orgasm that wracks my body makes every muscle spasm until I finally sag against the tree I’m leaning against. Then, after my limbs are working again, I fix my pants and go wash my hands in a random bathroom on campus.

When I’m done, night has entirely fallen.

With my needs taken care of, it’s like my thoughts have sharpened. Bron had talked about under the school, just like the ghost had. Some instinct inside of me felt that if I was ever going to know the truth, that was where I had to go.

And luckily for me, I wasn’t afraid of the dark. I just needed to figure out how the hell to find a way under the school. Which, of course, is why I decide to head to the school graveyard. I’ve never been there before, but places like this always have graveyards. Usually for people who die in such a way that they need to be buried right away, like if there might be a curse involved, or something dangerous on the body that makes it impossible to bring them to their family burial ground.

I circle the outskirts of the school, enjoying the darkness, enjoying the way the moon slowly climbs. There’s a crispness in the air tonight that reminds me of home, and I wonder if a mist will sweep these lands the way it does my home.

A strange longing fills me. For some reason, I think back to other times I was away from home as a child. I remember walking among other fae and feeling…alone. How was it that they were sunshine and happiness, and I was the dark? And why was it that their sunshine was better than my moonlight? What made them better than me?

Rayne would say, “Nothing.” He would smile that crooked smile of his and wrap an arm around my shoulders. And then, it didn’t matter that I was so different from everyone around me. Because I wasn’t alone. Not like I am now.

I’m almost in the graveyard when I realize where I’m at. Internally, I scold myself. I’ve grown so accustomed to not having to fear anything that I often slip into my thoughts and disappear. But if I’m going to hunt my brother’s killer, I have to remain vigilant. Thoughts of my brother and my home were better left to when I wasn’t walking alone in the dark.

The graveyard is cloaked in moonlight. It’s small for a school of this size, which means death is rare here, but that’s no surprise amongst the fae. Most of the graves likely belong to other supernatural beings, ones that tend the grounds