Valkyrie's Claim (Academy of Immortals 2)

Rupert

Everything.

Everything.

Everything.

That’s how I feel as the scene unfolds around me. With me.

Her tits, her mouth, her pussy…it’s all perfection. And Armin? I’ve never seen him like this; unburdened and focused. Hildi is his purpose.

I get it.

I understand, more in this moment than ever before.

I watch in fascination as Hildi reaches behind her, guiding Armin, and spreading her legs. With the other, she slides her fingers over the length of my shaft. I shiver, feeling it in my bones. I kiss her and pluck at her nipple and between her legs, rubbing the swollen, aroused nub.

Her back arches when I touch her, her ass lifted for Armin to enter. I sense the moment he slides inside her. His jaw clenches with restraint, and then he thrusts in. She lurches forward, her teeth sinking down on my lip. I taste the copper of blood and she looks at me, eyes glazed, and licks the spot.

It takes a minute to establish a rhythm, six hands, three mouths, and thirty hard-working fingers, but we get there. Armin thrusts, Hildi’s tits move in time, her hand tugging and pulling me into a frenzy. I taste and tease. Anything to bring her higher.

It’s like the room around us fades, the Academy another place, and all that’s left is the heady sound of lovemaking.

And that’s when it snaps in place.

Like a click, so loud that it startles my eyes open, and I look at the two people in front of me, caught in mutual passion. There’s no doubt they heard it, too. An echo rattling around my brain.

Hildi’s jaw drops, her orgasm triggered, while Armin buries his head in her shoulder, trying to hold on. My balls heat, seizing, cum unleashing, milky and hot, all over her chest and hands. Unable to hold out a second longer, Armin jolts upward, back rigid as he roars with relief.

We pant together, sticky with sweat, but the feeling that’s come over me isn’t just post-orgasm glow. It’s more. Definable. Powerful.

I reach my hand behind Armin’s neck and pull both of them to me, kissing Hildi on the mouth.

We’ve mated.

27

Hildi

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to.”

“It may not be safe,” Armin says. We’re walking toward the main entrance of the Academy. It’s the day after he, Rupert, and I shared the most epic experience. I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours feeling like I’ve been walking on a cloud.

“Look, someone else should know where I’ve hidden the,” I lower my voice, “you-know-what. I know you’ll guard that information with your life.”

He frowns, and we step outside. It’s early evening and the air outside is brisk. I haven’t liked coming out here since that night Armin and I fell over the wall and he was attacked by a monster. The same night the key was discovered using my blood to destroy the orb that had been keeping it hidden. As unsafe as the interior of the Academy feels at times, it’s nothing like the grounds. Which is exactly why I hid the key out here.

“Someone could be watching us,” he warns, following me across the large, stone pavers.

“I’m sure they are and all they will see is a student and instructor walking the grounds.”

Not everyone is afraid of the grounds, which is evidenced by the number of students out here after dinner. In fact, I think many students come outside to get away from the claustrophobic tension in the building. Victorine’s challenges have become tiresome. People are on edge. The royals are not used to being terrorized like this. They’re used to control.

“Rupert gave me the box to hide it in,” I explain. “He found it in the archives. It’s iron and enchanted. Location spells don’t work on it.”

“Rupert’s very smart.”