MAGE CHRONICLES: The Beginning.

It was a week after I had come back, a week since my parents came and papa and Khalil made up, and a week since I embraced my new family.

“Stop sulking, it’s not so bad,” my annoying brother shouts from the side lines.

“Focus,” Andrei yells at me and I move my attention back to him.

“I thought you said you dance, is this all you got?” Roan snarks from next to Ax, while Blue played with his hair.

“You try waltzing in six-inch heels motherfucker then come talk to me,” I yell back at my wit’s end and I could smack myself when Blue turns face lighting up, “Mama! bad word, Ro down!” He commands making Roan put him on the floor.

It had been Axel’s bright idea, to change the punishment from ice cream rewards to the perpetrator caught cursing near Blue doing twenty crunches.

Given how the past two days had gone, I was well on my way to earning a six-pack.

“Yes, princess drop and give me twenty,” Andrei snarks letting go of me and moving back to create space.

“Don’t call me that,” I grit out.

“Why, it is kind of fitting don’t you think?” He asks head tilted.

Yeah, that was my new life now, I was the long-lost princess of faery. After the news was released, my life turned topsy turvy because apparently, I needed a declaration ceremony, plain words just don’t cut it here.

In his defence, Khalil hated this as much as I did. Nona however was another thing, she and my mama had ganged up deciding it was time to get me all girly, the only opportunity they’d ever get if I had a choice. They had so much fun getting me to try on dresses, crowns, heels, the make-up, you name it, and Dru the traitor indulged them.

The boys were given the task of teaching me ballroom dancing and they were having the time of their lives while I was on the verge of skinning them alive.

Mor had taken one look at me this morning; all dolled up, feet shoved in heels and hightailed it out of there, not just my room, but the academy, Killian following close behind.

I had not seen Keon since they got kicked out of my room a week earlier, I wasn’t curious, I didn’t care where he was.

“Any day now, princess,” Axel, yells from the bench and I flip him off on autopilot.

“That’s forty,” Andrei adds, mouth splitting into a shit-eating grin.

I was teaching Blue to be accountable and responsible, flaking out on my punishment wasn’t an option, and sometimes I hate being a parent.

“I liked this better when the punishment was having to share my ice cream,” I grumble moving to the floor.

“Ice cream got you into this mess, to begin with,” the asshole standing next to me says.

One minute I’m moving to my first crunch and the next I’m holding Andrei up by his neck at the edge of the gym.

“Oh shit!”

“Dude.”

“Wow.”

The array of responses precedes the sound of footsteps running to where we were.

“Drac, let him go, we all know he’s an idiot,” my brother tries to placate me, looking up at me from the floor.

Why were they so far down? Oh shit! We were hovering in the air!

It cost me to get distracted because the next minute I’m slammed against the wall and Andrei’s hands go around my neck. A weird shiver goes through me as I stare at his triumphant face so close to mine.

My anger dissipates and is replaced by a more unwelcome emotion.

I vaguely hear my brother, handing, Blue off to the pixies, and asking them to go wait outside. My mind is solely occupied by the man holding me up by my neck a few feet in the air.

“Princess,” he drawls, and I stiffen.

Moving closer he whispers in my ear, “All you had to do was ask.”

You’d think the smug statement would jot me from the sexual haze but no, my body had other ideas.

Mine, mine, mine.

I feel my feet move up to curl around his waist heat uncoiling in me. A soft purr sounds and he stiffens head snapping back to stare at me intently.

I meet his eyes and watch fascinated as they turn darker the red glow around his iris, growing and engulfing his icy blue eyes, giving them an almost purple hue.

What the hell was happening? It’s like my body had a mind of its own.

“Oh man, this isn’t good.” Someone whispers from below us, and I don’t even register the fact that I could still hear them.

I’m not the only one who hears them though because the next minute, he turns to them and growls, “Out.”

“But…” someone tries to protest.

“Out!” this time the sound reverberates through the entire room, I swear I feel it shake and I hear them move, footsteps receding from below us.

Placated, Andrei turns his attention to me and a shiver wracks my entire body leaving a sensational tingle as I see the heat in his eyes.

“Mine,” he growls echoing the chant that had run through my mind, and it’s the only warning I get before he slams his mouth down on mine.

I hesitate for a split second but his unrelenting assault persists forcing my own lips to part. He dives in and my mind signs out, no thinking, just feeling.

My hands move unbidden moving up his chest and inside his shirt.

Frustrated, I tag my lips from his ignoring his annoyed snarl and yank at his shirt, “Off,” I snarl back in a voice that didn’t sound like mine.

He lets me go to yank his shirt off, and in hindsight that was probably not a great idea because he was the one holding me up.

I fall, hands outstretched and he somehow catches me before I slam to the floor, laying me down gingerly. He stares into my face and his eyes fluctuate as if he’s fighting for control but I’m having none of that.

Eyes glued on his magnificent chest, I drag my hands down, marvelling at the sculpted hardness, who knew all this was underneath?

My actions crumble his resolve and he kicks my knees apart moving between them and cradling my face, “I can’t stop,” he whispers sounding broken.

“I don’t want you to,” I answer, taking the reins.

It was like there was a fire in me and the only way to slake it was to drown myself in him. Some tiny part of me knew that doing this was a bad idea, especially given the location but I was too far gone to care.

We break apart again to gulp in some air and he yanks at the bodice of my dress grumbling, “Fuck this,” he says moments before I hear a rip and the dress parts leaving me in my skin-tight body suit.

“I hate this suit,” he snarls.

At the moment so did I, the suit is gone moments later, and I’m left naked, splayed out the only thing covering me being the scraps of my dress curled around my waist and hips.

“You, are absolutely breath-taking,” he whispers, eyes moving down my length, “And mine,” he adds, before sweeping me up and moving to sit with me on his lap.

I suck in a breath as the new position places him right in place and I can feel him throbbing through the material of his sweats.

I move tentatively, grinding into him and it’s his turn to suck in air as he throws his head back jaw clenched.

Yet he doesn’t move to stop me. I do it again, and again and then he takes over gripping my hips and moving me at a brutal pace.

I throw my head back the multitude of sensations assaulting me, making it difficult to breathe, and think.

One hand leaves my hips and goes to my neck, he grips it forcing my head back to him, I meet his eyes and what he sees on my face has him pulling me closer, “Eyes on me gorgeous, I want to see you come apart.”

His lap was embarrassingly wet, and this made his outline more defined, he pulls me closer and the drag, has me groaning as a whole new feeling starts at the pit of my stomach.

I had never felt this way, before, ever, what was happening?

The feeling grows but he isn’t done yet, “Ride me!” he barks moving his hands from my hips, I moan in disappointment but I follow his order.

Seconds later I feel his hands cupping me, “These are magnificent,” he says tweaking my nipples, I freeze senses overloaded and a sharp pain hits me. The fucker bit me!

“I didn’t say you could stop,” he growls moving to bite the other nipple.

The sharp pain adds a whole new edge to the sensations, the pain adding to the pleasure, and my legs start shaking.

He takes over dragging me slowly across his length, while holding me firmly to him, at this point the only sounds in the room are my mewls and his heavy breathing.

I feel my legs shake more, and the pit in my stomach intensifies, as if building towards a storm. Then a new feeling hits me and I panic forcing my hips to stop.

“Wait, wait, it’s too much, I’m going to…” I break off embarrassed.

I had to go pee! He growls, “Good.” And renews our movements with an added vigour that’s when I realise that I had stated my predicament out loud.

“Feel, no thinking,” He commands again.

Resigning myself to my embarrassing fate I let him move us; me, on him, I was going to have the mother of all chafes on my thighs, but at this moment, I didn’t care because the feeling was building.

“Andrei,” I gasp. “Oh fates! don’t stop.”

“That’s it, that’s it, let go,” He coaxes and my body moves to obey.

It starts from my toes moving all over my boy and I’m lost in the feeling, his hands move back to my nipples and he pinches hard tugging them and I go off, literally.

I open my mouth to scream the sensations too much, but he slams his on mine swallowing my scream as he moves me back and forth prolonging the feeling. He goes taut minutes later and lets out a low growl as he too joins me.

Body weak I collapse on him, and he in turn falls to the floor hands on my hips eyes clenched shut.

Wow, that was…wow.

“Yeah” he huffs trying to catch his breath.

Now I know I didn’t say that out loud.

“What?” he asks looking at me while tightening his hold on my hips stopping me from moving off him.

Before I can answer, a voice interrupts us.

I thought I’d have to douse you two in cold water before things got farther, I figured you wouldn’t want to lose your maidenhood with the rest of the school waiting outside.

That has Andrei’s eyes snapping wide open as he moves to sit up, still making no effort to let me go so I could stand up.

“Virgin?” He asks.

Jeez, Dru, way to sell a girl out.

“But, Blu…” he breaks off eyes widening in understanding, the next moment his eyes light up “Good.”

He was giving me whiplash.

The rest of what Dru said hits and I jump up, knocking him back on his back.

“The whole school! oh God.”

Yeah, you might want to clean up and boy cover those marks before her fathers lose it on you.

“Shit!”

Understatement, I think as I straighten my legs shaky. Glancing around at the remains of my clothes, I look up ready to lay it on him when I take a full look at him.

Oh, fates, bury me now, his pants, they were…

“Don’t be embarrassed this means I was good,” he says a smirk curving his lips.

“Dru, could you help us out a little?” I plead.

Fine, comes a huff.

The next minute, our torn-up clothes are gone. Andrei has a new oversized shirt and I have a new dress, just in time too because the next minute the doors burst open and my dad flies in Papa on his heels.

“Crap,” Andrei mutters steeling himself.