Black Sun Academy: The Next Generation (book 1)
Chapter 22

Blaise

Just as I climb out of the shower, I hear my phone ping. Throwing on a pair of jeans and an oversized tee shirt I pad across the floor to scoop my phone up from the nightstand. Swiping across the screen I see an email notification of new unread messages waiting for me.

There’s only one unread message and I quickly open it because the sending email address has Gavin’s name in it. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as I read. One, I didn’t know I had an advisor. Two, is he insane wanting me to go to his apartment? I send a question mark and my phone number hoping that he’ll elaborate through text.

Closing out the app I send Clover a text to let her know I’m in the cafeteria and head out. When I return from stuffing my face, I pull out my textbook and begin to read chapter 2, Manifesting your Magic.

I should have known when I woke Friday morning to grey skies and thunder that my day would end badly. But that’s me jumping the gun. I got to sleep in and then went to the cafeteria to snag some breakfast. On my walk over it was sprinkling and just as I got to the steps leading inside a BOOM sounded as thunder rolled across the sky, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me! I jumped a mile in my skin and dashed inside before the sprinkle turned to a downpour. Today’s options included pancakes and sausage and I nearly did a happy dance because, yum! I got a stack of three pancakes and two sausage links but asked for three more links. Walking to the beverage fridge I saw that they offered chocolate milk and you bet your bottom dollar that I snagged a 12oz container of it.

Paying for my food, I made my way to an empty table granted at this time of morning most of the tables were empty. Digging into the light fluffy, golden-brown pancake I groaned. It was a little bit of heaven inside your mouth! Next, I cut a link in half and swirled it in maple syrup before popping it in my mouth.

When I left the cafeteria, the downpour was a flash flood type of rain fall. By the time I reached building H, I was soaked to the bone and probably looked like a drowned rat! Hurrying into my room I’m stripping out of my clothes as I walk into the bathroom where I then grab a bath towel and dry myself off.

Once I’m completely dry, I go to the dresser and rummage through the drawers until I’m holding clean undergarments, sweatpants, tee shirt and a hoodie. The temperature has dropped significantly since yesterday. I’d be surprised if it got into the seventies today. I shiver as I flip the grey hoodie over my head. And now, I have nothing to do for the next three hours!

Holding my cell phone in my hand I stared at the black screen for a second and then unlocked it and tapped on Nox’s name to send him a text. Hey, just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You left so abruptly yesterday so I wanted to check on you. I hit send and then waited for a response. And waited and waited. I told myself that he was probably in class and just couldn’t respond yet.

Finally, nearly a half hour later he responds back. Yeah, I’m fine. The message seemed so cold and impersonal that it had me hesitating to send my next text to him. My thumb hovered over the keypad and then I thought ‘F-it’ and asked are you back in your room? I was hoping to swing by. I had a few questions I thought you might be able to answer for me.

I saw him typing a reply and held my breath anxiously. W212. Seeing his room number pop up on the screen I grabbed my keycard and made my way to the elevators. There are both east wing elevators and west wing elevators. Since the guys are housed in the west wing, I have to take the east wing elevator to the common room, walk across the floor to the west wing elevators so that I can get to his room.

Locating 212, I stepped up to the light-brown door and knocked. The door is yanked open suddenly and my eyes come face to face with a smooth bare-chested wall of muscles. My eyes drift downward taking in rock hard abs and to the ‘V’ that becomes obscured by low hanging black sweatpants. I don’t know why I replace it amusing but he’s barefooted and I never pictured him the way he currently is, well, without at least a pair of sneakers on. I have most definitely pictured him without a shirt on before. But boy does he exude sex appeal, growl!

“May I come in? I can’t stay long because I have to remake a potion, but I wanted to ask you a question or two?” I shift my eyes to his as I ask and wait for him to say or do something. I see the muscles in his cheeks tick as he clenches his jaw for a second and then steps aside to let me enter. Looking around his room I’m surprised to see just one full-sized bed instead of two singles. Arching an eyebrow, I can’t help myself from asking; “no roommate?”

Nox nods his head and runs a hand through his shiny black hair, “for the safety of others. I have intense nightmares that cause me to react violently sometimes.” He sits down on his bed and looks up at me expectantly. “So, what can I do for you?” I stare at him quizzically for a second because he’s obviously in a mood even though his beautiful face is devoid of all expression.

I sigh knowing I will have to figure the puzzle out that is he later. “After you stormed out of class yesterday the Professor talked more about my parents. He mentioned something about a group of rogue vampires who didn’t follow societal rules of this world and had to be stopped from their bloody rampage on humans-”.

Nox barks out a ‘HA!’ “That’s what he told you is it?” I go to look into his steel blue eyes only to see him glaring back at me. Seeing such anger on his face has me scared. I retreat to the door.

“You know what, never mind. I’ll just go to the archives in the library instead.” My voice is shaky as I say this and my intuition is telling me to leave, NOW. Seeing his fists clench and tighten around the blanket he’s sitting on I fling the door open and quickly make my way back down to the common room and then to my room. Once in my room I decided not to dwell on his reaction and tell myself that I will go to the library tomorrow since there aren’t any classes held on Saturday and just spend the day there seeing what kind of information I could dig up.

Excitement causes me to be giddy as I walk over to the academia building and enter the potion’s classroom. Braeden isn’t here when I walk in, so I make my way over to the metal shelves and grab my equipment. Professor Seedling’s desk has been cleared off and I assume we can utilize the area to give us more space to be able to work together and so I sit my mortar and pestle in the center then take a seat upon the Professor’s very comfortable desk chair.

“Sorry for being late,” Braeden says as he strolls into the room. I watch as he walks over to the desk, taking in his appearance at the same time. He’s sporting form-fitted black shredded jeans, black combat boots, and a black tee shirt that hugs his chest and biceps. Drool worthy! His honey-gold eyes are smiling down at me and my heart stutters at the twinkle in his eyes. I feel bad because it appears that Braeden had put time and effort into looking nice before he came here. Meanwhile, I looked like a complete bum. My unkempt hair is haphazardly twisted up in a scrunchie, I’m still wearing my hoodie and grey sweatpants I slipped into earlier, like I said; bum!

Placing a notebook on the desk, Braeden flips it open and turns the pages until he comes to the one we need to be able to make this potion. “Shall we begin?” Nodding my head that I was ready he told me what ingredients to take from the shelf and then we started to make the healing potion.

We are doing well until the last twenty minutes I have before my only class of the day. We had been flirting throughout the whole process of making the concoction. A brush of hands, a bump of arms, little touches that sent sparks shooting to my very core. After the potion is completed, Braeden congratulates me for getting the potion right and in my state of happiness I throw my arms around him with a giggle.

As I go to step away, he places his hands on my forearms and the look he gives me is nothing less than smoldering. Desire floods through me and when he presses his lips to mine, I’m ready for him. I greedily open my mouth because I need to feel his tongue against my own. Braeden runs a hand under my shirt dragging it up slowly over my stomach until he is cupping my breast. I really want to explore his body but I’m quickly running out of time and I need to know what he feels like inside me more.

Braeden slips his hand into my pants and a sound of pleasure escapes him. “You’re so wet for me already,” he says gruffly and then lifts me and sits me on the edge of the Professor’s desk pulling my panties and sweatpants down to my ankles at the same time.

“We need to do this quickly,” I say in a breathless voice as I undo the button of his jeans.

“I can do quick,” he growls in a deep voice. “I don’t think it will take me long since I’ve been fantasizing about this moment from the first time I met you at that restaurant.” His admittance turns me on even more and I fumble to free his member from his pants.

He is well endowed, and I purr at the sight but I can’t waste my time admiring his cock and so I lean back slightly so that he can align himself with my entrance. I moan as he thrusts deep, deep inside me. I hear him groan in pleasure which causes a smile to cross my lips. Less than five minutes later he says in a deep, gravelly voice, “Oh shit sweetheart, I’m going to cum, but I need to feel you come too.”

“Almost there,” I pant in response. With that little bit of encouragement, he swivels his cock inside me causing my muscles to clench around his thickening member. Braeden explodes inside me, and I fall over the edge seconds later. He stills in me, and I feel his member pulsating for a few seconds before he slowly removes himself. “That was mind blowing,” I say huskily before I’m able to stop myself.

He grins as he helps me off the desk and a blush graces my cheeks. As soon as I’m on my feet I pull my sweatpants back up and do my best to fix myself, so I don’t look like I just had sex. Braeden fixes his jeans and then pulls me to him. Placing a hand against my ear he brings me to him giving me a passionate kiss. Laughing I say, “we need to stop or we’re going to end up in the same position from a minute ago and I really should be heading to my class.” He nods acceptance and I start to head for the door but a second later I feel a hand on my bicep as he spins me back around

“Just one more,” he says all growly like before crushing his lips to mine once more.

As much as I don’t want to, after a minute I pull away from him. “I’ve got to go,” I exclaim. He mutters something I don’t hear but he lets me exit the room. Quickly I ran down the hall to use the bathroom and to look at my appearance. I would be so embarrassed if I walked into class looking like I had been well and truly fucked moments before hand. Glancing in the mirror after using the toilet, I sigh in relief at the way I look. I pull my hair lose from the hair tie and then twist it back up once more. Deep breath in. I make my way to Developmental Magic.