Captured: Highgate Preparatory Academy, Book 1

My fourth week at Highgate is mostly uneventful. The guys and I settle into a routine of sorts, having breakfast and dinner in our dorm, which Kai usually makes, and lunch in the dining hall.

Things between Kai and I have changed since our hike, and that kiss. He’s certainly not shy anymore, stealing touches and dominating kisses that leave me breathless and weak kneed.

We spend a lot of time cooking together, with Kai teaching me all that he knows. Earlier in the week, when I was helping him make fajitas for dinner, he came up behind me, placing his hands over mine and showing me how to chop the peppers correctly, into thin even slices. Ordering me to keep chopping, and not make a sound, which would alert the guys who were sitting on the sofas a couple of feet away, his own hands left mine to dip into my leggings, his fingers proving to me how skilled he is with them, and not just for cooking.

Every time he shows me his dominant side, and I embrace it wholeheartedly, it’s like he opens up more with the acceptance I give him, becoming firmer in his demands the next time.

On Wednesday morning, I made French toast and bacon, drizzled with maple syrup for them all.

Loki and I happened to have a free first period, which is lucky, as Loki felt like he hadn’t had quite enough maple syrup. So once the others had left, he’d stripped me down, laid me on the table, and indulged in his sweet tooth.

Suffice to say, we both ended up very sticky and needed a shower, which meant we had to practically run to get to our first class on time.

#soworthit.

It’s now Thursday, and I’m making my way to the dining hall for lunch with the guys when my way is barred by the Save the Whales Crew, led by Amber the Cumdumpster.

“You listen up, you English bitch,” she spits out, getting so close to me that I can see the individual hairs on her fake lashes. “Loki may be enjoying your whore cunt now, but he’ll soon grow tired of the novelty and come back to me.”

Her pretty face has been transformed with her vitriol, her lips thinned in a sneer and her eyes narrowed until she resembles a haggard witch. Or maybe a harpy. That’s a little harsh on the harpy.

“You mean Loki and Jax,” I correct her, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows, a smile on my face as she looks at me in confusion.

“Wh–what did you say, slut?” she splutters out, taking a step back.

Bitch needs to learn some more inventive curses.

“Loki and Jax have been enjoying my ‘whore cunt’,” I say sweetly back, tilting my head to one side and lowering my voice conspiratorially. “Sometimes together.”

My grin gets wider as she starts to turn red, rage filling her blue eyes.

I can’t believe she tried to Mean Girl me. Fucking harpy cumdumpster.

“Why you little fucking…” she begins to screech, stepping forward but stopping her tirade abruptly when a huge hand comes down on her shoulder, squeezing hard, and making her wince.

“You okay here, Baby Girl?” Jax’s deep voice washes over me, and I shiver.

“Just correcting a mistake Amber here made,” I reply, smirking and stepping to one side away from her.

“Shall we go to lunch?” I ask him, taking another step past Amber who is now almost purple with hate, her eyes practically spitting fire.

“Jax?” I ask, laying a hand on his outstretched arm. It’s as hard as stone, if stones vibrated with tension.

His own hand is still gripping Amber’s shoulder and I can see the indents his fingers are making into her shirt, his eyes drilling into her now wide ones. Slowly, his head turns as he looks at me. His blue eyes are wild, like it’s taking everything in him to not explode and beat Amber to a pulp.

I step closer to him, my breasts brushing against his arm. “Let’s go to lunch, Jax,” I say softly, encouraging him to let her go with my eyes.

His breathing is shallow, and he’s staring at me like he’s slipping away but desperate to hold on. Yet, outwardly you can’t tell the battle that’s raging within him. Amber has no idea how close he is to losing his shit.

I can hear murmuring behind me, but all I can see is the rage in Jax’s beautiful eyes. I need to get him out of here now, or he will do something that I know he’ll regret, so I do the only thing I can think of.

I crush my lips to his, hearing Amber squeak as he pushes her roughly away to grab me by the throat and slam me up against the wall.

Everything else, everyone else, Amber and her crew of bitches, all melts away until I’m submerged in Jax. He surrounds me completely with his huge body, and his warm lemon scent fills my nostrils until I’m breathing in nothing but him.

My hands go up into his blond hair, releasing it from his sexy as fuck man bun and raking my nails down his scalp. He groans in that low sensual voice of his, sending vibrations running through me.

His strong hand tightens a little, drawing me closer as his mouth ravishes mine, his tongue plundering until I’m a hot fucking mess.

His other hand glides up over the top of my t-shirt, palming my breast, and squeezing it hard. I whimper, loving the dominantly rough gesture, completely forgetting where we are until I hear someone clearing their throat behind Jax.

“As much as this is turning me all the way on…” Loki’s familiar drawl reaches my ears, and I pause. “Perhaps you’d like a less public location for your make out session?” he teases, a note of amusement in his tone.

We stop kissing, and Jax presses his forehead to mine, his chest still heaving. His blond hair falls round our faces, creating a little cocoon for us. He’s panting hard, taking in deep gulps of air as he strives to calm down.

“Are you okay?” I whisper, smoothing my hands down his arms.

“Yeah,” he rumbles back after a moment. “Are you okay, Baby Girl?” he asks in return, pulling his head back and looking into my eyes, his forehead furrowed in a frown. His own eyes are clearer now, the rage having drained away. Although, there’s definitely lust in there now, as well as concern.

“I’m fine, Jax.” I smile back, pushing some of his gorgeous hair back off his face.

He takes another moment, clearly gathering his thoughts, then steps back, letting go of my neck and adjusting himself in his black jeans,not giving a flying fuck who sees him do it. I straighten my own clothes and hair, pulling my navy corduroy mini skirt down where it had started to ride up a little.

“What was all that about?” Loki asks us, turning to Jax. “You don’t usually go in for so much PDA, dude.”

“I’ll tell you what that was, you dickweed.” I narrow my eyes at the beautiful boy, taking a step towards him, my index finger pointed accusingly at him.

I take another step closer to Loki, so that I’m all up in his business, poking the finger in his hard chest. Damn! Now I have a sore fucking finger!

I’m aware that there’s still a bit of a crowd gathered round us, although thankfully Amber and her cronies have gone, so I lower my voice.

“Your fucking bitchtit of an ex started a pissing contest that she didn’t have the ladyballs to finish.”

“And…” he prompts, raising a perfect auburn brow, a lopsided smirk on his handsome face.

“And I corrected her, that it wasn’t just you enjoying my ‘whore cunt’ as she so eloquently put it. I said both you and Jax have been enjoying it. Together. That seemed to piss her off.” I smile again, thinking about the colour of her face when I revealed that little tidbit.

Loki throws his head back and roars with laughter, clapping his hands,and causing more than one set of eyes to glance our way. I even hear Jax huff out a laugh as he comes up next to me.

“I bet that ticked her off,” Loki says, wiping his eyes as he tries to get himself under control. “She’s been trying to get us to have a threesome with her for years!”

“You’re the only one who would ever tap that crazy ass bitch,” Jax grumbles as we begin to walk off. He takes my own much smaller hand in his huge grip.

“It was once!” Loki hisses back, holding up a finger. “And I was fucking wasted so I thought she was someone else. Anyone else to be honest.”

“Well, she thinks you’ll get bored of me and go back to her,” I say, my voice quiet and small as I look down. That thought bothers me. A lot.

Both guys stop dead in their tracks, Jax’s grip pulling me up short. I turn back, wondering why we’ve stopped in the middle of the hallway.

Before I can ask, Loki steps up to me, hand cupping my face. His palm feels so warm, I can’t help but lean my cheek into it, closing my eyes briefly at the comfort I find, before opening them to gaze into his.

“I may have been…free with my attention before…” Loki begins, his usually mirthful green eyes serious. I hear Jax snort behind me. “Fine,” he rolls his eyes. “I may have been a bit of a man whore, but I won’t get bored with you. Ever.”

My breath hitches as he leans down and kisses me on the lips. It’s a kiss full of sweetness and days filled with sun and laughter. It’s a kiss full of a promise, one that I’m scared to believe in.

I know he loves me, and I love him back so much that sometimes it makes my heart ache. But do I dare believe that this is forever?

He ends the embrace, dropping a soft kiss on my nose that melts me completely.

I’m then turned round to face Jax, who looks me deep in the eyes too. He doesn’t say anything, just nods and kisses me gently.

I guess we’re going public, I think ruefully as he releases me, interlocking our fingers once again, just as Loki puts an arm across my shoulders, and we walk towards the dining hall.