Magic Trials (Half-Blood Academy #1)- Meg Xuemei X Page 0,59

rage, joy, and disbelief, gazed down at me. As his gaze paused on the blood all over my academy uniform, wrath iced over his eyes.

“You’re real,” I stuttered.

The savage world and the demons all faded away. It was just him and me.

My ravenous gaze roved over his taut torso wrapped in silver and black armor. When I’d met him in the dream, he’d been bare-chested.

Then he’d been naked beneath me.

I’d seen his massive, gorgeous shaft, the first cock I’d ever touched.

For a second, my mind was filled with the image of his steel rod prodding at my entrance before thrusting into my heated core.

I’d glided down his hard length, like nothing else mattered.

I’d ridden him like the wildest thing on Earth, and he’d bucked his powerful hips up and thrust into me with abandon.

His every hard inch had stretched my inner muscles deliciously while my sex gloved his cock perfectly and tightly.

His scent of pure male, cinder, and night had infused my bloodstream.

He’d fucked me. He’d unmade me before I’d been yanked out of the dream.

I’d never thought he could be real, though I’d wished with every piece of my soul that he somehow existed.

In my moments of blind rage, panic, and despair in the Hall of Olympia, I’d had no one to turn to. I’d had nowhere to go. I guess when I’d reached out to him, hoping to escape the real world, I’d magically teleported directly to him.

Not exactly directly.

I blinked back to the battlefield on the cracked street, watching my tender dream lover transform into a ferocious, formidable warrior.

“I’m real,” he said, his rich, deep voice caressing me. The heat in his eyes burned the short fuse between us. “So are you, lamb. Finding you satisfies me more than anything.”

As soon as he called me lamb, I knew he was absolutely real, and he was here for me, to defend me. Tears flooded my eyes, stinging my eyelids.

He smiled at me, brightening my existence. His intense gaze dipped to my lips, as if he wanted to sweep me into his arms and kiss me more than anything. The raw need and tenderness in his galaxy-sapphire eyes, though, vanished in the next heartbeat, replaced by icy fury.

“Let me get rid of these foul beings before we resume our lovely affair,” he said. His deep, musical voice chilled, his tone chipped with the hardest ice. “They’ll regret that they ever laid a claw on you.”

Like a black storm, he tore through my attackers. His longsword gleamed with dark flame as it cleaved a demon’s gray horn.

My knight wanted to punish my foes first. He thought these demons had made me bleed, that they were the cause of the blood that soaked my uniform.

I restrained myself from cheering at his magnificent fighting style. Even the best warrior might lose their footing when distracted.

The gray-horned demon screamed in pain before my knight decapitated him with one clean, swift sweep of his sword. And then without turning, my dream lover drove his blade backward, impaling the green-horned demon as the demon jumped on him, fangs bared and claws out.

I’d never seen anyone fight so superbly. I considered myself a good fighter, if given a weapon, but I was barely in his league.

Now only the demon captain remained.

“Rest, lamb,” my knight said softly. “I’ll join you in no time.”

He didn’t need my help, and I was fatigued and in pain from the new wound below my shoulder where the demon’s nasty chainsaw had cut me.

I held my chin high, signaling that I, Marigold, allowed my knight to battle on my behalf. I jogged toward the red-horned demon’s corpse and yanked the spear from his throat. Then I slouched onto a ruptured boulder, my ankle crossed over my knee, and watched my defender ram his sword into the demon captain’s ax.

The sharp rake of metal on metal echoed along the street as fire sparked off their steel.

The duelers moved in a blur, hacking, chopping, and battering at each other with unforgiving force.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the fight, and my knight seemed to relish the attention. Each flourish of his weapon was as elegant as it was deadly, like a fight choreographed to not just win, but impress me—his rapt audience—and to offer me every satisfaction.

He lunged at the demon like the fastest wind, booting the captain in the gut and sending him to crash against the façade of a store that used to sell cheap perfumes. The impact brought down the rest