Year Two: Rebels - Cara Wylde Page 0,44

and started thrusting with abandon. The table creaked under us. In and out, his cock filled me perfectly. I could feel myself getting closer, and I squeezed my eyes shut, chasing an orgasm. I knew it wouldn’t last long because we were in danger of being discovered. That made it even more exciting.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

He was close too, and the thought that I was doing this to him, the thought that I was his student and he was my teacher, and that here we were, fucking in an empty classroom, sent me over the edge. I bit my tongue so I wouldn’t scream. My walls clenched and unclenched around him, and soon he was coming deep inside me. His fingers dug into the soft skin of my hips as he held me in place and filled me with his seed. I could feel the head of his cock growing larger as he shot stream after stream of cum close to the entrance of my womb.

We stayed like that for a minute longer, then the bell rang. He pulled out, got dressed quickly, then helped me, as I couldn’t quite do it by myself. He buttoned up my shirt, and I giggled amused. It was funny how he was fixing my clothes and making sure I looked presentable.

“Well, thank you, Professor Wyvern.”

His brows furrowed. “What for?”

I leaned in to whisper against his lips. “For a good fuck.”

Was it me, or did he blush just then? He combed his fingers through my hair, pulling it over my shoulder.

“You’re welcome?”

I smiled. “And thank you for sending the Unseelie warriors to find me. I appreciate the gesture.”

“I’ll have to call them back. Does this mean… you can teleport again?”

“Yes.”

He eyed my cast. “What happened? How did you break your arm?”

I shook my head. I could hear students outside in the hallway. It was only a matter of time before someone walked in on us.

“It doesn’t matter. But do you know what matters?” I looked him in the eyes as I said the next words. “I know how to banish the Great Old Ones. I met someone in Heaven who gave me exactly the information I needed. This will be over soon. Next year, on Christmas Night. Save the date.”

He was in shock. I laughed and pecked his lips. I couldn’t wait for him to recover, since it was better for me to walk out of the classroom first, and then for him to follow me a few minutes later. So, I left him there, feeling victorious. As I mingled with the students, I decided I wasn’t going to attend classes today. I headed toward Headmaster Colin’s office, thinking he’d probably like to know that I’d made it out of Heaven alive.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I met Mila and Lorna down in the cavern. Corri was with me, her wings buzzing all the time, the sound reassuring me that everything would be all right. I wasn’t thrilled that they wanted to do the ritual there, but Mila had told me once that the cavern had been their secret meeting spot when they were students at Grim Reaper Academy. By “they” she meant not only she and Lorna, but also her four boyfriends – Sariel, GC, Pazuzu, and Francis, – and some of their other friends they could trust. Maybe I was a little jealous because Mila had more friends than I did. Somehow, as awkward as she was, she was more social than me. By the end of their studies, she’d even turned Lorna, her sworn enemy, into a friend. Now, they were inseparable. Except for when they had to reap separately, because Mila was Violent Death, and Lorna was Righteous Death. Just like Domina. But I couldn’t imagine Domina and I ever becoming friends. Lorna and Mila had hated each other over a man, too. I simply couldn’t see Domina getting over Davien and the fact that he’d chosen me.

“Look at you in the black and red uniform!” Lorna hugged me, then held me at arm’s length for a better look. “It suits you.” I’d brought my scythe with me, although I wasn’t sure why, and Lorna touched the handle with the tips of her fingers. “It’s a beauty. When I heard the Academy had taken it from you, I was so mad.”

I laughed. “They said it wasn’t healthy for a teen to have a scythe in her bedroom closet.”

“Bullshit. You weren’t a teen, you were a hero.”

I shrugged. “They thought I wouldn’t live long enough to