Pixie (Pixie Hollow Academy Book 1) Page 5

  As I walk by, she hisses towards me. “You will not have him, he is mine.”

  I roll my eyes. Territorial bitch. “I don’t think so, I think you will find he is mine.” Don’t know why I said that, but it feels right.

  She scoffs, folding her arms giving me her best bitch stare. I really do sound human. I smile at the thought. I will return once these lands are restored.

  Oran walks in shortly after I arrive in the gym, his stormy eyes lands on me. I look him over and notice a slight frost covering his body. With a flick of my finger I melt it away before he takes me in his arms and devours my lips. I step back slightly from the force of his body hitting me, but he holds me steady, gripping my hips almost painfully.

  He slows, pulling his lips from mine and leaving me breathless. His forehead rests on mine as he takes deep steady breaths.

  “Sorry, once your magic touched mine... I just needed to touch you.” His words come out husky, making me squeeze my thighs together as heats blossoms through my core.

  His nostrils flare, his eyes snapping to mine. My breathing becomes ragged, my heart stuttering in my chest. What is happening to me?

  “I can smell your need,” he whispers. His body moves closer to mine, our chests flushed together. “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”

  “I…” I begin.

  “You’re untouched, I know. I can sense it on you, but I promise I just want to please you. Will you allow me to?”

  “What if someone comes in?” I whisper. What am I thinking? This feels too fast. So why does it feel so right?

  He grins, hands flicking behind him, creating a frost on the door. “Better?” he asks cheekily.

  I nod. He kisses me hard, my lips bruising. He lays me gently on the mat, his fingers skimming the hem of my dress. My breath hitches, my skin sensitive to his touch. I never thought a male would be interested in me, no one was when I was a young pixie. They always sneered at me, ridiculed me.

  When I was in the human world, many men wanted my attention, but I knew I could never be with them. I mean, how would you explain why my opening is closed and only opens once you find your pixie mate. Well that’s what my father told me, anyway.

  Oran trails kisses down my neck, drawing a moan from my lips. He sits back on his heels, gazing down at me. His fingers tug at my underwear, pulling off the pink lacy thong and gazing at it with lust filled eyes.

  “Never seen such a garment before,” he says, placing them to the side. He looks at my centre and I squirm under his heated gaze. “Truly beautiful.”

  He bends his head, his tongue grazing my thigh. He nibbles at my groin, making me gasp. His fingers slide between my folds before one enters my centre. I buck at the sudden intrusion, my breath coming out hard and fast. He must be my mate; he wouldn’t be able to enter there otherwise. Then his tongue is on me, his tongue flicking over my sensitive parts. He suckles on it, drawing it in and out of his mouth.

  My fingers grip his hair, as my body moves against his mouth. My core tightens and stars form behind my closed eyes. His finger continues to pump in and out of me, in slow steady strokes. His tongue sliding over me in delicious movements.

  My head becomes fuzzy and my core tightens further. He sucks my nub hard into his mouth, I buck as I come into his mouth. He groans as I scream out his name. My body stills, my first orgasm still going. I blink back tears as the waves continue.

  Oran comes into view, wiping my tears away and looking alarmed. I give him a watery smile, pulling him in for a kiss. My salty tears mingle into our kiss.

  “Are you OK? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks, panicked.

  I shake my head, drawing in a shaky breath. “No, they are happy tears,” I whisper. “I was told I would never find my mate, or anyone that would want me. But I feel it with you, I feel that I belong.”

  He smiles gently, caressing my cheek. “I felt it the moment your magic engulfed the gym, I felt it when my eyes landed on you. I know it’s probably too soon to say this, but I love you Pixie, with everything I have.” He leans down, kissing me softly.

  The tears fall freely, the love from him flowing into me. I wrap my legs around him, drawing him closer. I gasp when his length hits my centre. His clothing rubbing against me. I growl, making him chuckle.

  “Soon my love, it’s far too soon for that.”

  “Yet your head was between my legs moments ago,” I say cheekily.

  “Touché.” He grins. “Not here though, my room, tonight.”

  “Changed your mind have you?”

  “How can I say no, you are delectable.” He licks his lips, and my face flushes.

  I giggle, smacking his chest. “Stop it.” I move his dark blue hair, that reminds me of a deep blue sea out of his eyes. “Your hair is a beautiful shade.”

  “So is yours, truly unique and splendid.”

  “Splendid?” I snort out a laugh, making him chuckle.

  “What is wrong with that?”

  “A cake is splendid, not hair.”

  “Ummm, I disagree.” He nuzzles my neck, kissing me just under my ear making me shudder.

  “We should get up, or we won’t make it till tonight.” My voice has gone husky, my body flushing.

  “Maybe I will just take you now.”

  “That would be great, if my dragon wasn’t watching us right now.” My gaze lands on Mobsy, who is staring at us with narrowed eyes.

  Oran jumps up like he has been burned, smoothing his clothes and looking nervous as Mobsy flies towards me.

  “It’s OK Mobsy, he’s mine.” I stroke his small wings, he vibrates, a soft contented chirp coming from him. “Are you OK with that?” I ask him.

  Mobsy’s gaze lands on Oran who is shifting uncomfortably. I smile, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

  Mobsy flies from my shoulder to Oran’s, my eyes widen because he has never done that before. I watch as he nudges his face gently, then chirps happily flying back to me.

  “I think he likes you and accepts you.” I smile down at Mobsy, giving him a little ruffle. He looks at me, shaking indignantly. I laugh and he flies away irritated. I watch him fondly. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have felt so settled in the human world. Though I couldn’t have him perched on my shoulder, so had to make do with him being in my bag.

  “I think you have upset him,” Oran says, watching him also.

  “Nah, he just like the attention,” I snigger as Mobsy chirps before flying out the window. “He’ll be back,” I say flippantly.

  The bell rings, announcing class is about to start. I notice my underwear on the floor, so I hurry to put it back on. Oran moves into me, moving my hand to slide them up himself. His fingers graze my thighs before resting on my hips. He moves them in slow circles making my breath hitch.

  “I am looking forward to exploring this body further.” He kisses me, his tongue flicking over my lips. I gasp, my body reacting to him. His tongue darts in, dancing with my own. My legs go weak, but his hands steady me.

  I pull away, resting my forehead against his. “I think we should stop now. I can hear someone trying to get in.”

  Just as I say that, the door cracks, the frost melting. The door creaks open and in walks Felix and Zane, both wearing identical smirks.

  “Well isn’t this cosy,” Felix says, eyebrows raised.

  “Yeah, why weren’t we invited to this little party?” Zane adds.

  Oran grumbles, making them laugh. My eyes dart to them, watching as my magic connects to them also.

  “What’s happening?” I ask

  Oran shifts nervously, the others just grin and walk towards us. “What do you feel Pixie?” he asks.

  “I feel all of you, but something feels off, missing.”

  “Maxell,” they all say in unison.

  “What does this mean?” I ask again, stepping away.

  Oran looks to the other males, they nod slightly. “Love, we are all your pixie mates. It was destined.”

  “By
who? How can I have three mates?” I shake my head. This is all I need to add to my freakiness.

  “Four,” a voice says from the door.

  I look towards the male standing there, his eyes stormy, flickering a dark orange. Maxell walks to us, the others part to let him pass.

  “Your mother told us that you were meant to be born. When we met you, our magic connected, binding us all as one. You were so little, bright and full of energy that we all fell to our knees. Your little hands reached for us. When we touched, our hearts became synced.” His voiced stills, eyes vacant as if living the memory of when we met.

  “How old were you?” I say, looking at them all.

  “Five pixie years,” Oran replies. “Our parents told us that we are meant to be. We didn’t fully understand, but then when we met you, we knew.”

  “After that day,” Maxell continues, “an oracle visited us all, made us forget you until the right moment. We forgot you, we forgot who you were until we met you here. All the memories came crashing back. Hit us all like a mountain.”

  “Now we know why our parents discourage us from being with other pixie females,” Felix says cheekily, winking at me.

  I can’t help the smile that blooms on my face. “What does it all mean? I don’t understand.”

  “That, we will find out together. We have a feeling it is to do with the darkness in our lands. It can’t be a coincidence that we have all met at this very moment.” Maxell ponders his own thought. Before he can expand the gym fills up with other students. “Later we will talk more.” He touches my cheek, his eyes gazing into my own before turning and walking away.

  For some reason, the connection to him is different. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s all new to me still.

  “He’s not one for staying around, plus he has a class to teach,” Felix says. “Go and get ready for gym,” he whispers in my ear. I shiver, but do as I’m told, feeling eyes on me as I pass.

  Oh Pixie Mates

  Walking my sore body back to my room was a chore. I refused to let Honey heal me, grumbling that I was fine. I could hear the snickers as I walked out of the gym. My sister stayed away from me, casting me evil stares. She wasn’t able to fly for a while after our encounter. Guess she knew how I felt, but that didn’t change things between. In fact, she seemed to hate me more.

  After everything my life has thrown at me, I knew that I couldn’t have anyone put me down. So, I spoke up, learnt to defend myself from hatred and harsh words. Grew, as the humans would say, ‘tough skin’.

  Honey is talking next to me as we walk to my room. I have zoned out from her ramblings about Jay, the male I met a few days ago. I didn’t get a good vibe from him. He doesn’t talk to me, just scowls. He stands with his arm crossed, and when he’s extra impatient drags Honey away from me. She always apologises, but it’s not her that should be apologising.

  “Jay said that he wants to take me to visit his parents,” Honey says, watching my face.

  “Oh,” is all I say.

  Her face falls, she knows I’m not keen on this male. “I know you don’t like him Pixie, but can you at least be happy for me,” she snaps.

  I blink, taken aback. She never snaps, never. “Honey! What’s gotten into you.”

  “Well, you never try when he is around. You just stand there, glaring at him.”

  I would laugh if she wasn’t so serious. “Are you kidding me? He is the one that does that, not me.”

  “No, he told me that you don’t like him. That he never feels comfortable around you.”

  “Don’t you see what this male is doing? He’s trying to break us apart, no male has gotten between us before, no pixie for that matter.” I’m starting to get angry. This male is using her to get to me, for what reason, I don’t know.

  “It’s always about you isn’t it. Poor little Pixie, woe is me.” Her pretty face turns into a sneer. “You always got the attention, with your freaky hair and wingless back.” She points to my face. “Now all that metal in your face, just makes you freakier.”

  I reel back, feeling the sting of her words. Tears form in my eyes. I see her eyes widen, her hand reaching for me. I move back, turning and running away from her. She calls my name, but I keep going.

  I race through the halls, running until I come to Oran’s room. I bang on the door, my breathing ragged, my heart racing.

  He opens the door, his face etched with worry when he sees me. I fall into his arms, my face pressed to his chest. He pulls me into his room, closing the door with a click. He rubs my back in slow circles, the soothing movements calming me.

  “What happened Pixie?” he asks, once I’ve calmed.

  I mumble into his chest, a chest that is bare. He chuckles, pulling back a little to lift my chin. “Who upset you so?”

  “Honey,” I choke out. “She said these awful things. She has never spoken like that before. She is always so sweet and kind. Growing up we both had our issues. Not showing any signs of magic like others, or just being different. She has always had weak stamina, not being able to walk long distances. That’s why her wings are so big compared to other pixies, she uses them more then walking.”

  “Come sit, tell me what she said.”

  We sit down, and I relay what she said, plus how she has changed since meeting Jay.

  “Who is this Jay you keep referring to? I have never met him.”

  “He was in gym class, standing right next to Honey.” I frown.

  “I don’t recall seeing any other male around you, whenever I see Honey in the halls, she is alone.”

  “I don’t understand, he was right there. You even looked our way.”

  “He may be using a glamour to hide himself, but that is extremely difficult to hold, and….” he drifts off.

  “It’s a dark pixie thing,” I finish for him.

  I jump up heading for the door. “I need to go find her, what if she’s in danger.”

  “She won’t be, this school and your home is the only safe place in our lands. She won’t be harmed.” Oran grabs my hand, pulling me back to his chest.

  Tilting my head up and standing on my toes, I place a soft kiss on his lips. “What if my mother was wrong about you all being my mates? What if my petal doesn’t open for you?”

  Oran blinks, a snort coming from his mouth. “Your petal? Is that what you call it?”

  My face heats. “Isn’t that what every female calls it?” I genuinely ask.

  “No, who on earth told you such a thing? And what do you mean about it opening for your mate? That’s not a thing.” He is holding in his laugh. I can feel his chest rumbling.

  “My father told me,” I mumble. “So, it’s not called that? What is it called then?”

  “What everyone calls it, I have a penis and you have a vagina.”

  “That’s a human saying.”

  “No, it’s an everyone saying.” He laughs then.

  I groan, burying my face in his chest. “I’m going to kill him.”

  “I think he was trying to divert you from deflowering yourself.” He snorts again, I smack his chest smiling.

  “You know, it actually scared me. Can you imagine if that was actually true and it never opened because you never found your mate?” I shake my head at my own stupidity.

  “I think it’s a father thing. He wanted to protect you.” His soft voice caresses me. “I think he wanted to defer you from making a possible mistake. He knew about us, Pixie.”

  “You all became professors here for me?” I say, realisation dawning on me. That’s why my father called me back.

  “Yes, though we didn’t know why our parents pushed us to come back here. Now we do.”

  “No more talking of parents,” he says before kissing me.

  He kisses me hard, knocking me back a step. He cups my bum, lifting me closer to him. My legs wrap around his waist, moaning when I feel his length pressing on my thigh. He walks towards the bed, laying me down gently. My legs stay wrapped around him, pulling him
closer. I gasp when he rubs against me, my groin grinds against him.

  He pulls back, I growl missing the touch of him. He chuckles, trailing kisses down my neck, to my chest. He pulls my strapless dress down to my waist, revealing my naked breasts. He takes a peaked nipple into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue over the hardened pebble. My back arches off the bed as he suckles, pulling my nipple until it pops from his mouth. He does the same to the next one, it feels amazing, I never thought it would feel like this. My centre pools, making my panties soaked with my need for him.