Call of the Siren (Obsidian Cove Supernatural Academy)

"That's okay, I like watching you get excited over this stuff. It makes it all new again. Plus, it helps that you're adorable when you get excited," he said smoothly, leaning forward and nipping at my bottom lip. With that, all thoughts of looking around were lost, and I fused my lips to his, not holding back this time. My leg slowly moved to cover his, my pussy throbbing at the feel of his hand roaming my leg.

A voice cleared, pulling us apart, though Calev didn’t even look sorry. I shot the waitress an apologetic smile along with my dinner order, trying to ignore my furiously blushing cheeks. I figured I couldn't go wrong with tacos, since they're almost impossible to ruin. When she walked away, he grinned and brought his hand to my neck, pulling me back to him. Let’s be honest, it’s not like I’m protesting.

When we separated for air, he grinned and whispered in my ear. "You know, when I first saw you, I knew there was something different about you. Everything I saw had me more and more interested. But the moment you first touched me, my gargoyle wanted you more than anything. He's never done that before, but I think he knew you were special." My chest warmed at his words. I could tell that he thought I mattered, and that meant a lot to me. He saw past what the others had said about me for years, and managed to find the real me. Not only that, he wanted and liked the real me.

We were interrupted again as our food and drinks were dropped off, falling silent as we dug in. He was right, the longer we sat there, the livelier the restaurant got, eventually morphing into a dance club before our eyes. The lights dimmed, and something sparkled and moved through the air, almost like a weaving trail of magic. By the time we finished eating, people were moving their bodies to the loud music, the restaurant getting hotter as the night wore on.

"Want to dance?" he finally asked when we were done eating, dropping cash with the waitress before I could even protest.

"Sure," I said excitedly. Dancing was one of my favorite things to do, I was even part of the dance team before things went downhill. I pulled him this time, weaving my way to find an open spot on the dance floor. The music pulsed around us as I began to move my body to the beat. The lights danced above us, getting brighter and brighter as the music got louder. Calev's hand moved to my hip, before sliding to my stomach and pulling me back to him. I felt his muscles moving behind me with each twist and sway of our bodies, getting more and more turned on as time went on. Feeling bold, I spun in place so I was pressing my chest into his, bringing his mouth down to mine once more. Our tongues danced together while we moved our bodies to the music.

Eventually, I let him pick me up, my legs weaving around him as he continued to sway. The bulge in his pants hit me perfectly and made me moan into his kiss. It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced, and I just wanted more of him. A cloud of shadows moved around us, secluding us in the crush of bodies enough for him to slide his hand between us, rubbing my throbbing clit through the lace of my panties. I panted and threw my head back as I let out small sounds of pleasure. He kissed my neck as his thumb circled faster, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

Bringing my head back down, I latched my mouth to his neck, sucking in the delicate flesh there and reveling in the deep groan that rumbled through him. I flicked my tongue over the sensitive flesh, before sucking it into my mouth again. The moment my body gave into his attentions, I bit down, and the orgasm crashed over me as my pussy quivered. He slipped a finger inside my panties and into me, prolonging the orgasm with each pump of his hand. I rode it out, practically crying out in the middle of the club. I probably should have cared that we did that in public, but I didn't. We were alone in the shadows, and I found myself abandoning any shyness that normally would have stopped something like this from happening. When my body finally calmed, he pulled his hand away and dropped me to my feet, never letting me go. He swirled his tongue around his fingers, giving me a sexy wink, before heading to the bar. I fixed my dress, following him a moment later. He ordered two sodas, which we sucked down, before heading back outside and to the car. When we finally got there, I was shocked to see that several hours had passed.

"Thanks for tonight. I think that's the most fun I've ever had," I said happily, leaning back in my seat as I twined my fingers with his free hand. He smirked over at me, before driving us back toward the ferry.

"It was my pleasure," he said happily, clearly having had a good time too. It gave me hope that this whole thing could actually work out, that I could actually be happy with him... with them. Maybe that was why I felt like I never fit in. Maybe I’d been waiting for them all this time.

"Nope, it was definitely mine," I teased back, looking out the window again and watching the sea move by us as we passed the magic to get back into the human world. I felt like I was leaving my home, not coming back to it. There would be no love lost if I moved with them back to their school, and it was just a matter of catching up and finding out what I was before going. I didn’t want to spend my entire life as an outsider, but now more than ever I longed for something other than just getting away. I longed for the life I got a glimpse of tonight.

April 15

Morning

Lennox

My smile was still plastered to my face when I woke up, memories of last night keeping it firmly in place. Who would have thought that of all the guys, Calev would be the one to show such a flirtatious side. Well, it was a bit more than flirtatious, I thought with a blush, remembering how his hands worked my body into a heated frenzy.

The red letters on the clock read 10:30, meaning I definitely slept in and missed breakfast. My stomach gave a loud protesting rumble at that thought, forcing me to get up and get dressed. The cafe usually kept some fresh fruit and crackers available at all times, and that would have to do until lunch. Since it was the we

ekend, I got to dress a bit more freely, sliding my legs into skinny jeans instead of my usual uniform. After pulling on a band tee, braiding my hair, and putting on some quick makeup, I was ready to leave. I hesitated a moment, listening for the guys, but their room was still silent. Not wanting to freak them out, I wrote a note on the bathroom mirror with a dry erase marker, and started working my way downstairs.

The dorm rooms were on the upper floor of the building, the academic rooms on the second, and the first floor was the foyer and cafeteria along with the administrative offices. Our student population was huge, so there was usually someone milling around the halls. Today they were pretty empty, though I had heard about a party someone was throwing in their room that they paid off the RA to keep quiet about the night before. In fact, most of the student body was probably still hungover. You'd think private schools were quiet and prestigious, and some are, but don't be fooled into thinking that meant the students were well behaved. We had a whole disciplinary team for a reason, though nobody got into any real trouble, since they were from rich families that weren't afraid to throw their money around. The teachers were even afraid to give bad grades. These kids were going to be fucked when they tried to go to college.

I was so lost in my head, that I didn't notice someone blocking the hall when I turned the corner. I crashed right into her, sending her and her bags flying. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I squeaked out as I gathered up what I could and helped her to her feet.

"No worries, I probably shouldn't have stopped around a corner, but I just got a bit turned around. The headmaster gave me directions, but they didn't really help. I'm just trying to find my room," the girl rushed through her words, taking her bags back and looking over at the directional signs on the wall.

"Which room? I can take you up there," I offered, though my stomach gave another growl. "On second thought, let me grab a banana or something from the cafeteria, then I'll take you up there. I'm starving, and it's right here. I'm Lennox, by the way." She laughed at my whining and piled up her bags next to the wall.

"Lead the way, I never say no to food. And I'm Dhara," her answering smile was brilliant, showcasing perfectly white teeth accented by two adorable dimples. Her blonde hair was twisted up into one of those messy buns that some girls make look fantastic, accented with a glittery headband. Her chunky sweater and leggings, complete with brown winter boots was simple, but she looked fantastic. Gah, why can't I be this cute? With the goth look I was rocking for the day, we looked like complete opposites.

The cafeteria was empty, but they had muffins for breakfast. Nothing lasted long at this school, especially thanks to the group of guys that were loading up on the leftovers the staff set on one of the long tables. Seeing two more chocolate muffins on the opposite side of them, I dashed forward and snatched them for myself, earning groans from the others. At least they didn't fall into their old ways and ridicule me for it. This new side of life was weird to me still.

"You like chocolate?" I asked triumphantly, holding up the second one.

"Is that a trick question?" she teased, grabbing it out of my hands. I grabbed two bananas and two bottles of milk, before letting her lead me to a nearby table. We both plopped down on some chairs and dug in, not speaking for a moment.

"So, where are you from?" I asked, starting the conversation. She began to answer, then stopped herself and thought for a moment. Weird, it wasn't a hard question.

"I'm originally from California, then moved to Vegas. My dad is in... the military, so we moved a lot," she explained, stumbling over the words for a moment, then brushing it off.

"Well, welcome to Obsidian Cove Prep!" I said brightly, trying to help ease her obvious nerves. She smiled with relief, before pulling out a piece of paper.

"It says I'm in room 34A?" she read aloud, sliding over the paper that had her schedule, room assignment, and locker number.

"Ah, that's my old room, I recently got switched to a different one," I said quickly, not bothering to mention the asshole roommate, since she likely would have a different experience with her. Looking over her schedule, I noticed we had an almost identical one, only one class was different. "We have the same classes too."