Of Fae and Hate

CHAPTER ELEVEN: NERYS

Iprobablyshouldwait a little longer, but frankly it's not being desperate when he’s the one who offered. And I have no interest in the rest of the party, so why waste time.

I tell Clemmen I’ll find her a little later and head back inside. I push through the crowd, briefly glancing up at the cage. Kellan is still inside of it, but the girl is gone now, replaced by another, and he’s definitely fucking her as well, even less discreetly than the other girl.

Must be nice not to worry about the usual STDs.

From the amount of people I’ve seen fucking or nearly fucking since I got here, I’m pretty sure the whole school has to be on some sort of birth control or there’d be babies popping out weekly.

I leave the main room, heading into one that’s adjourning it when I don’t see Brynsyn in the crowd. He’s not in the other room from what I can see, so when I spot the spiral staircase, I head up. No one tries to stop me so I assume its okay, and surely there are other people here who have enough sense not to want to fuck in front of a drunken crown in a cage.

The hall at the top of the stairs is dimly lit but I can see rooms lining each side of the hall. My lips twitch as I try to listen in for sound coming from any of the rooms, but they must be glamoured or empty because I can’t hear a peep.

Guess I’m doing this the old fashioned way.

I turn the knob on the first couple of doors, but they’re all locked. The next door opens up to a couple who don’t bother to stop fucking when I peer in. I slam it closed. The next door is a bathroom and I’m just starting to get a little irritated when I finally open the second to last one on this side of the hall.

I strike gold.

The room doesn’t appear to be an actual bedroom but some sort of storage room and there’s a staircase off to the side that leads up to another level. There’s boxes and books strewn everywhere and in the middle of the chaos is Brynsyn.

He’s leaning up against the wall, his head tipped back slightly and his lips parted.

I can make out a dark figure kneeling in front of him.

Well shit.

I don’t know whether to be irritated or turned on as Brynsyn lets out a soft moan, killing any doubts as to what’s going on.

I’m about to back out of the room when his head lolls forward and his eyes meet mine. His tongue slides along his lips and his hips move forward slightly, pushing his cock deeper into the mouth of whoever’s kneeling in front of him.

I take a step back.

“I thought you wanted some fun. Don’t tell me you’re running away, Ner.” I don’t know what I find more surprising: the nickname or the fact that I stop in my tracks.

Brynsyn smirks at the same time that the person at his feet pulls off of his dick and my mouth nearly hits the ground.

The ginger and I stare at each other, both lost for words. My heart beats quickly in my chest and damn if my pussy doesn’t throb as I look at the wetness coating the ginger’s lips.

His eyes widen the slightest fraction before his head whips around as he climbs to his feet. “What the fuck did you do, Brynsyn?” he snaps.

Brynsyn looks completely unfazed by the man’s anger and his still hard dick that’s on proud display. His sweats are around his ankles and he doesn’t make a move to grab them.

He turns a lazy gaze on the ginger. What the fuck is he name? I can’t remember whether he said it when he was going on his spill or not about who he was.

Brynsyn reaches out a finger as if to Ginger but he jumps out of the way before the touch connects. “Don’t act like that now that we have an audience,” Brynsyn says before his gaze moves over to me, “or should I say a third? I’m pretty sure she’d already made her mind up to join us before you started flipping out.”

I did.

I hadn’t known who in the hell was sucking him off. The shadows had seemed to not add up, the form darker than it should have been, now that I think about it. I couldn’t make out any features. Frankly, Brynsyn draws me in and I don’t discriminate when it comes to gender. Whether it was a male or female kneeling at his feet, I would have been down to fuck.

But this ginger guy, he’s a completely different entity.

I narrow my eyes at him at the same time that his eyes snap to the open door behind me. His lips part and he looks back at Brynsyn’s straining dick, his face turning red. “Close the door!” He practically shouts at me.

“Yeah, Ner, close the door, so the real party can get started. I don’t mind an audience, but Foxy can be a bit of a prude.”

I’m stuck.