“Yes! Yes, please!”
He didn’t need any more encouragement. Maybe he could hear the desperation in my voice, or maybe he just felt the same thing in his own soul, but he grasped my hips as he slowly withdrew and then thrust back in. He repeated the motion again and again, moving gently at first—but as my whimpers and moans egged him on, he picked up the pace, finally abandoning his efforts to hold back and fucking me in earnest as the tension I could feel gathering in him drew tighter.
His hips hit the flesh of my ass with a resounding smack with each thrust, and our panting breaths filled the room. When I tilted my head back to look, I saw a sheen of perspiration covering his forehead and a trickle of sweat working its way down his temple. His usually cheerful face looked serious and determined as he bit his lip, concentration etched on his brow.
As he began to thrust even harder, I abandoned my clit, bracing both hands on the door to keep us both from toppling over. I was so far gone that my clit throbbed even without my fingers dancing over it. I didn’t need to touch myself anymore. An orgasm was building inside me, and it would take an act of God to stop it.
When Jayce stuttered to a stop, cursing loudly and grinding his hips against my ass, his cock pulsing inside me, I followed right after him. We did almost fall as my hands slipped off the door, but Jayce wrapped his arms around me, holding me up as we stumbled forward to press against the wood, his cock still buried in my ass.
We were both breathing hard, completely spent and sweaty, our bodies plastered together as we made inarticulate noises of exhaustion and satisfaction.
Finally, Jayce dipped his head to kiss the back of my neck. “Well, that’s one hour down. Just a few more to go.”
I swore his cock hadn’t softened at all, and when I wriggled my ass against him, he thrust into me in little pulses.
“Mmm,” I murmured. “Got any ideas how we can fill another hour?”
Pro tip: killing time becomes a whole lot easier when you fill that time with mind-blowing sex.
Jayce and I passed out on his bed so late that the sky was already beginning to redden outside, and by the time we woke up the next morning, we had to rush to class. Lessons passed in a hazy blur, and then the five of us met up and headed to the little secret room above the library.
Kingston put the phone on speaker again and dialed the number Dru had given us. There was a lot of interference, but eventually it connected.
“Finally!” Dru answered. “I’ve been waiting for hours!”
“Well, we’re right on time on our end,” Kingston said with a scowl, and I hid a smile behind my hand.
Every once in a while, the aristocratic man’s history of helping his father run the family’s empire came roaring to the surface, and the tone of his voice made me think of how he probably sounded in a business meeting when one of his underlings sassed him.
“Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter. In fact, it gave me time to solve the whole problem. To figure out what happened to you, and to the school.” Dru sounded excited, and I unconsciously leaned forward, infected by his enthusiasm.
“Yeah? What?”
“Okay, so the Fallen University building was originally a castle built for a demon king in the underworld. He went to war with Gavriel’s predecessor over a disagreement about earth; that is, what to do about the people who lived there.”
“Let me guess, Gavriel’s ancestor or whatever wanted to turn all the humans into fallen, and the other dude disagreed?” Jayce huffed a breath through his nose.
“Exactly. The owner of the castle took a vow to protect humanity from Gavriel’s predecessor. He performed a combination transport and binding spell on the castle to tether it to earth. It was extremely sophisticated, but also incredibly simple.”
“Simple is good! We like simple,” I said eagerly.
“I said simple, not easy.” Dru’s voice held a warning tone. “I very much doubt that this will be easy.”
“What is it?” Xero asked, his tone edging as close to impatience as I’d ever heard from him.
“It’s a collection of porous stones. They soak up magic like sponges, but you have to have just the right ones in the right order infused with the right spells in order to make it work.”
“What stones? Where do we find them?” I asked.
Dru sighed. “I couldn’t possibly tell you where to find them, but I can tell you what they’re called. They’re the Temple Stones of the First Order.”
Xero bolted upright and stared at the phone as if it would bite him. “Wait. Say that again.”
“Uh—the Temple Stones of the First Order?” Dru repeated.
Xero rubbed his face hard and groaned. “Fuck. And we need how many of them?”
“One of each color and size. The colors are red, blue, white, yellow, green, purple, black, and silver. You’ll need a small—about the size of a plum, I believe—a medium—think grapefruit—and a large. Watermelon-sized. A total of twenty-four stones.”