Dark Love

B2: P7

Staring at the pale reflection of a girl she barely knew as anymore, Saera reached down to gather a cup full of warm water beneath the running tap and splash it across her face. A minute late and she was burning hot from where she'd been icy cold. Shock was doing strange things to her system. Unable to stand her own company anymore and the cacophony of crazy thoughts running through her mind, she stumbled out of the toilet coming to a halt at a growling encounter with Cade.

The wolf cocked his head at her and snarled. He wanted her to follow. She'd begun to understand his unique way of communicating in that form. He could still talk to her mind to mind if he chose but it caused him pain. So Saera had to adapt instead and it was clear he was incredibly displeased with her.

What had she done wrong? Did they know about the visions? Was this what led to the accusations from her mates in her own visions? Saera wasn't sure, but she felt down enough to follow Cade unquestioning his intentions.

His intentions as it were was to finally lead her to her room... her shared dorm with her mates.

Stepping in behind Cade, she found her hidden trunk was already there. The guys had clearly double time in their efforts this time. Lessons learnt from the last round of hide and seek she'd played on campus with them. With a sigh she moved over to settle her rump on what was to be her bed. And then with another reluctant sigh she lifted her own green gaze to stare up at each of her mates. The blues of Darr narrowed on hers as he shifted his hand through his overgrown blond hair. The browns of Nick was for once devoid of the perpetual inner smirk he unleashed at her expense. The void gaze of Svennett was darker then the night as he stared his own displeasure down at her.

"I think its time you stopped behaving  childishly and own up to your responsibilities," begun Svennett in an unexpectedly pompous overtone that rang of royalty and authority. "You belong here. With us as your mates." He continued, his gaze narrowing on hers.

"Serving our pleasure," added Darr, cuttingly. The gleam of his vampire canines flashed threateningly. And Saera shuddered with sudden longing.  It really was incomprehensible how just the sight of her men could turn her on so. Even after the horror of seeing Adira's splayed body.

Turning away from their piercing glares, Saera reached for her duffle bag that they laid to rest by her trunk and pulled out a tooth brush. If they were going to lay it into her, and if she was going to fight back, she rather faced it all with a minty breath.

Ignoring their disapproving glances, as if she had been the recalcitrant one running around spreading doom when it was their own actions that brought them to this standoff, she made for the bathroom. Seeing her direction, they allowed her escape knowing she would soon have to return to face them.

She did so a moment later. Settling back cross legged on her bed as she straightened her spine and made to face them.

"Who killed her?" She asked, her mind still burrowing into the one problem they had her guts churning in horror. Darr stepped forward, his shrug light, in stark contrast to the severity of what was being discussed.

"Some elve-hater dude," he said. "Already caught. Don't worry about it."

Her glance shot over to Nick, taking in the tightening to his jaw. It was not a pleasant feeling knowing you were despised enough to be rendered dead. She knew the feeling well enough. Only, with her it's was always personal. It wasn't her kind the hate was directed at, it was her personally. And now, she even believed that was the right of it.

Pursing her lips in concentration, her thoughts revolved back to what her aunt had said to her. It wasn't just her mother who'd turned to the demons to break free of the bind on her magic. Her ancestors had turned to the same path. Her mother was really only guilty of over reaching. And using the lifeblood of her own mother to do it. She'd turned practically deamon herself in the doing. And her own deamon tainted bloodlines only made it all so much easier.

A tainted bloodline that ran even more potent in Saera's own veins. Reaching up a hand, she rubbed at the sudden ache to her forehead, her eyes    closed in concentration so that she missed the sudden gleam to Darr's.

"Here let me." His guileless tone should have raised alarm bells but the sudden warm pressure massaging against her skull made her moan in relief. "Here?" Murmured Darr, shifting the air pressure to move the massage along the sides of her head. She groaned as aches she didn't realise she had was suddenly relieved. A calm floating sensation filled her then. "Tell me," Darr encouraged, "where else does it hurt?"

Pain flared up sharply in the vicinity of her chest. Right where her heart lay thudding in her chest. A gasp tore through her lips and her eyes flew open to flinch against the bright intensity of Darr's too close for comfort, gaze. Warm air pressure applied to breast, taking the shape of his hands, drawing her attention away from the ache in her heart and on to another kind of ache altogether. A sweeter kind. Heat flooded her frame right from her core and when she pried her eyes open next to the piercing ache of the plucking sensations to her tits, she found all four sets of eyes staring down at her.

Cool air against her collar bone told her her shirt was parting of their own accord. Wrenching free her gaze from  the intoxicating stares of her mates she found shadows playing over her form. Taking the shape of hands passing over writhing frame as they effortlessly dragged the clothing off her body. More touches joined those to her breast, each taking on the distinctive essence of Darr and Svennett. Nick reached down with his actual hands, only he held in it a pen with a felt edged tip. The rough texture worked against her heated skin as they rubbed against her sensitive nipples still being tugged on ruthlessly by Darr's relentless shadow fingers. Then it drifted a lazy path down her bare skin.

Saera gasped and cried out mindlessly, as the men around her worked on her in a simultaneous assault to her senses.

"Please," she pleaded feeling an incredible need to have them fill her aching core and take her out of her misery.

"Please what?" Demanded Darr, his touch flicking across every writhing inch of her but not where she wanted him most.

Saera tossed her head from side to side, her hands reaching down to take care of needs herself. Her fingers plunged into her sopping wet core only to have the invisible hands reach out moving to restrain her. So that all she could do was suffer the anguish of her unfulfilled desires as they kept at her teasing her body up to a mindless high before abandoning her before she tipped over the peak.

She spat out a blue streak. Cursed their very existence but there was no stopping them. Their concentration on meting out her punishment was absolute. The intensity of their stunning gaze was enough to have her clenching her own eyes tight against the sight. But her greed for them worked against her and she found herself turning her helplessly pleading gaze back to them again and again.

It was on her fifth climb up to that peak of pleasure denied to her that she was saved by the bell.

The tragedy prolonged lunch break was finally over. The feather-like, abrasive and pinching pressure on her person abruptly disappeared leaving her disoriented and gasping off the edge again. Her throat felt scraped raw from her hoarse cries. But the heat of a painting breath at the apex of her thigh held her concentrated attention. Cade held the means to put her out of her missery. She peered down at his wolf form panting over her. His drool dripping onto her soaking core mixing their juices.

"Cade? Please!" She begged.

But he flickered a glance up at the rest and with a muttered whine at their denial, he dropped one wet lick to shuddering her core before he taking off in a thundering of paws. He left her lying there, naked and splayed eagle, her mouth agape in a silent scream that tore through her as bliss long denied raked through her limbs shattering her mind with acute pleasure.