All Chapters of Divine Academy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

SamaelOnce I'm positive Medusa's destroyed, I lower my wings and turn toward the children I'm protecting. They stare at me in silence, some of their expressions filled with awe and others terrified. "Is everyone okay?" I ask, getting down on one knee so I can look them all in the eye and see if Medusa's song still had any of them under its spell. The littlest one in the group breaks the silence as she flings herself onto me. She couldn't have been older than two before she died, but from her eyes, I could tell she was much older now. "Thank you." She whispers, her voice sounding closer to someone in their eighties, as she clings to me. "Of course. You are my people." I reply, "I'll always protect you." "You'll make a great king someday, Prince Samael." The baby replies, "I'm only sad that I won't be able to see it." When she pulls away, it's only then that I notice the bright light surrounding her little body. She's ready to move on. "I've lived life to the fullest now." She r

"Nice of you two to finally show up," I state, acknowledging Samael and Beckett as they take their seats opposite Katrina. "You could have a least cleaned up first." Aphelion replies, looking up from his vegetables that he's been aggressively stabbing for an hour and taking in the haggard appearance. Instead of looking at my cousins, I watch my beautiful mate's eyes take in the appearance of her other lovers. I watch as she slowly studies them, glancing from top to bottom, checking for any signs that they've been harmed. I listen to her breath quicken and become captivated by the sight of her tongue licking across her lips while she leisurely looks over their toned muscles; their shirts are soaked and cling tightly to them, leaving nothing to the imagination."Do you like what you, Kitten?" I whisper, watching as her cheeks flush a delicate red. Katrina clears her throat while simultaneously elbowing me in the gut, causing me to groan, turning the trios attention to us. "Aphelion'

Once Beckett can tell I'm fully seated and comfortable on top of Miles, he pulls himself from my dripping wet cunt. My core squeezes with need as I watch his fingers drip with my juices. "Suck." He demands as he lifts his fingers to my mouth and pushes them in, demanding entrance. "Lick them clean like the good little whore you are." I suck and lick his fingers, the pungent taste of my desire now on my tongue, as I imagine his fingers are his cock instead. Beckett abruptly pulls his fingers from my mouth, causing a loud popping noise, before he squeezes my jaw. "I bet you were imaging my fingers were my cock instead, weren't you, you little slut." Beckett growls. Gine was my sweet nerdy mate who calls me darling, and now standing in his place was my sexy dominant master. "Yes, sir," I whine as Miles thrusts deeper into me while Beckett squeezes my nipples firmly, his patience running thin at my delay in answering him."Beg me for it, and perhaps I'll force feed it to you," Beckett

My heart is racing uncontrollably. I'm sure the men are discussing recent events in the living room. I should go out there and join them, seeing as how these events involve me, but instead, I'm wearing my carpet in my room thin with my back-and-forth pacing. As soon as I walked into my room, what was missing hit me. The magic. The one that was kept under lock and key. It's been unlocked, and it isn't there anymore. It's roaming free, and I can't tell where it is or what it is. A part of me is relieved that I no longer have to be tempted by the forbidden magic, but that's only a small fragment. The rest of me is anxious. There's already so much of myself I don't know about; adding something else to the mix is just too much. I brace myself against my vanity, staring into the reflection of my eyes as I try to calm my racing heart, forcing myself to concentrate on breathing, inhaling slowly through my nose and exhaling through my mouth. I do this repeatedly until my heartbeat slows back

“You guys look miserable. Is not sleeping with me really that terrible?” I ask as I take in the rough state of my mates. They look drained. “I slept just fine.” Beckett replies, “ I just feel weak like my muscles hurt, and I couldn’t command the water for the shower. I had to get up and physically turn the water on.” “Oh, poor baby.” I teased, even though I was a little concerned. “Weird,” Miles states, rubbing the back of his head. “I was rearranging my room; that way, there’s more room for extracurricular activities,” he states, staring directly at me, before turning his attention back to Beckett, “But I didn’t even have the strength to move my bed.” Now that’s unbelievable. Miles is the strongest of my mates; his muscles are nearly double the size of Aphelion’s, whose biceps are slightly larger than average. “Yeah. Samael and I were discussing how weak we felt this morning. It took everything out of me to roll out of bed. I don’t know how I’m going to make it through an entire