Rebel Academy: Crush: A Paranormal Academy Romance Series (Wickedly Charmed Book 2) by Rosemary A Johns

Author:Rosemary A Johns [Johns, Rosemary A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Rebel Academy, Thursday September 5th

FOX

When Bacchus stalked towards me like the unholy mix of an eruption of magma and an avalanche, my heart thudded in my chest.

100, 99, 98...

I forced myself to count back from hundred to calm myself. I was the whipping boy guinea pig in Bacchus' lesson. Magenta had made me soft. The way that her arms curled around my neck to protect me, rather than to hurt, had confused my Mage Radar.

Some witches were truly wicked. They also made me want to wet my pants.

Bacchus' purple dress, which was pinned at her shoulder by a moth brooch, swept across the floor. Her midnight hair fell to her waist in a silky veil. My breath stuttered, as she raised her arm, and a short iron spear appeared in her hand, which was covered in ivy and topped with a pine cone.

Magenta stood up, clapping her hands. "Ah, how charming. You wish to show off your wand again."

Magenta appeared to enjoy playing with both magma and snow.

I winced, but didn't take my gaze off Bacchus, whose cat-like hazel eyes swirled amber.

"Shall we see just what my bacchal thyrsus can do?" She waved her thyrsus at me

I was glad that wasn't a euphemism.

Then I yelped, as my chair spun around to face the front of the classroom, at the same time as Midnight's. The breath was knocked out of me. Bask tumbled off my lap and into a sexy heap on the floor. I'd never even known that heaps could be sexy.

"You've bruised my arse," Bask wailed. Then his eyes narrowed. "No one reduces the pettability of an incubi's arse."

Magenta crouched next to Bask, helping him onto his feet and circling his hip in a way that made the skin of my own hip tingle like I could feel her phantom touch; I longed to. "I assure you that you'll always be pettable to me. Bruises and all."

Bacchus smile was beautiful but wilted my prick, until there was no longer any risk of me embarrassing myself with tented pants.

Look at that, the witch equivalent of Anti-Viagra. Maybe I could bottle it.

"Calm your cutie pie ass down. Such angst over mere marking!" When she stalked closer, Sleipnir stepped protectively in front of Bask. "I should delight in such power over you, Crave, because you hand it to me like you give away power to your Duchess." Bask became ashen, and Magenta linked her arm around him like she could protect him from Bacchus' words or his own memories. Could any of us protect him from the Duchess? "You're a panther and panthers don't need others to acknowledge their beauty. Do you want to be as wild, free, and dark as I know all my Immortals to be or a tamed cat?"

She clicked her fingers. "Here, Pet 9."

I flinched. I hated that witches only called their familiars by numbers, stealing their names, just like werewolves were only called Omega.

Pocus crawled to Bacchus. His tail hung between his legs, however, and his ears were flattened to his head.

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