Pixie (Pixie Hollow Academy Book 1) Page 7

  I chuckle as they scramble to remove their clothes. Tonight, we will be for us, tomorrow, we will take on the world.

  Oran

  I watch my mate as she slips of her clothes, her long luscious body crawling back onto the bed. She gazes at us through those long lashes, her pink lips part as she breathes deeply.

  Felix and Zane stand in their boxers at my side. I know they haven’t been with any female before either. I take a seat, watching them all look at me in question.

  “I want to watch. I think three would be too much right now.” I smile.

  Zane steps to Pixie first, kissing her hard that I hear her gasp. My cock twitches. I slip it free, my hand rubbing the base.

  I watch as Zane doesn’t take his time with her, always the one to rush straight into things. He moves the tiny lace material aside and plunges into her making her buck and moan. I shake my head at his eagerness.

  Pixies face is beautiful to watch as she is pleasured by my friend. Her forehead glistens with sweat, her lips part as she breathes deep ragged breaths. Her groaning makes my cock pulse, her arousal in the air making me suck in my own breath. Her scent is empowering, making me salivate, my mouth waters, wanting to taste her sweet nectar.

  Zane grunts, finding his release. His panting echoing around the room. He rests his forehead to Pixies, her long legs wrapped around his waist. She smiles up at him, before he pulls away, their magic dances together, turning to dust before settling into their skin, fusing them together as one.

  “What was that?” Zane asks.

  “Your bond to Pixie,” I reply.

  Pixies eyes move to mine, her eyes travel down to glance at me as I stroke my length. A smile tugs at her lips and she beckons me to her. I walk to her, smelling Zane’s earthy scent with her sweet one.

  Felix kneels on the bed, turning her over so her perky bum is in the air. She gasps as he kneels behind her. He bends his head and licks in one swift movement from her swollen nub to her puckered hole. One day I will taste that too, for now I watch as she opens her mouth, panting.

  I watch as her eyes roll from the determined stroke of Felix’s tongue. Her eyes open looking towards me when I don’t move. She is new to this and I don’t want to do too much too soon. Her lust filled eyes meet mine. I stand before her, coaxing her mouth towards me, when I edge forward, my length hits her tongue.

  I hiss, my length far too sensitive and ready for release. I guide her but let her do the work, not wanting to push her too far. I watch as Felix straightens up, his own length in his hand, guiding it to her entrance. I am not ashamed to admit that he is bigger than me and Zane.

  Pixie tenses slightly, before a groan vibrates on my length. I moan and she sucks me in further, her warm mouth rolling over me. Felix slides into her more, her body shivers as he pleasures her. My fingers lace through her hair. I don’t move, I just feel her warm mouth on me. Pixie gods it feels good. My hips begin to move, but I keep my pace gentle, holding in my restraint from slamming into her like Felix.

  Pixie ups her pace, her head bobbing back and forth. Hearing their skin slap together makes my length harder. Her eyes find mine, the lust and pleasure radiating from her.

  “Use your tongue Pixie.” I moan.

  Her tongue licks my base, making me shudder. Her hands land on my thighs, to steady herself from Felix. My length hits the back of her throat and I still, not wanting to hurt her. She gazes up as me as she takes me deeper. My eyes widen, my breath stills. But that one movement is all it takes to send me over the edge.

  I buckle over her, my breathing hard as my release explodes from me. My gaze finds Felix’s as he too finds his from watching Pixie take me into her glorious mouth.

  She removes her mouth with a pop, licking her lips. “Umm you taste like fresh water.” She says through her heavy breathing.

  Damn I want her again. I kiss her, tasting myself on her lips and tongue. Her body moves, I look up to see Zane has replaced Felix. His hard cock moving inside her. her eyes roll back, I kiss her again and whisper in against her parted lips.

  “I hope you’re ready to go all night, because we plan to carry on loving you.”

  Her eyes sparkle, mischief in her gaze. “I hope all of you are ready.” She says cheekily, her confidence growing. “Because I can go all night.” She remarks back. Breathing heavily, her cheeks tinge pink from her own remark. My little minx.

  My mouth lands on hers. I twist her around and she yelps in surprise. I Pull her away from Zane, he grunts, eyes flaring when they land on Pixie’s open mouth. I move towards the bed, kneeling behind as I take Zane’s spot. I thrust my length into her wet opening making her gasp. “Oh, I’m ready.” I say pounding that sweet centre of hers. “Open wide.” I whisper to her, as Zane kneels in front of her.

  She smirks, doing as she’s told. A pixie could get use to this.

  Truth Over Lies

  My grandfather has summoned us to his study. He found out about the attack and wasn’t pleased that it wasn’t brought to his attention by one of us. We amble through the halls, whispers and stares following us as we pass. I haven’t even been here long and already I’m a magnet for trouble.

  Trixie is stood to one side, a smirk on her face. For some strange reason, I have a feeling she had a part in it. That she let Jay back into the academy. My hands ball into fists and I stare her down. Oran lays a hand on my back, ushering past the crowd and Trixie.

  Trixie’s face falls, seeing Oran’s hand on me. Now it’s my turn to smirk. She moves towards me, her magic flaring on her hands.

  “Enough Trixie,” barks Maxell. His eyes lock on hers, and the orange ember flames vanish. He turns to us, his nostrils flaring. We all shift uncomfortably, not able to meet his gaze. For some reason, my body reacts differently to him than the others. “Head pixie is waiting for us, come,” he says.

  As I watch him retreat in the study, my thoughts drift to the pixie male I met when I was young. He always had a different way about him, sounding older and wiser than he actually was. Maxell has the same aura, the same way about him as the young male.

  “Why does he act like the boss?” I ask Oran.

  “Technically, he is our leader. He isn’t happy with us right now.” He looks away, his neck going red.

  Why? Have we done something wrong?” I ask, watching his face go red.

  Looking at the others, they too have gone red. They won’t meet my gaze, so I turn back to Oran.

  “What’s going on?” I say more firmly, coming to a halt so they are forced to stop, too.

  “He was meant to mate with you first,” Oran says in a rush.

  I blink, then see red. “He what? I angrily say. “I get to say who I am with, not anyone else.”

  “Apparently so,” Maxell says. “Apparently, you don’t follow the rules, just like these three.”

  I place my hand on my hip, poking him in his chest. He stumbles back, his face marring a frown. “No one tells me what to do, do you understand?” I say, my eyes narrowing. “I don’t need to follow any rules, you follow mine.” I get into his face, staring up at him. “You, do not, tell me what to do. Got it?”

  He swallows visibly. “I didn’t mean you Pixie, I…I… meant them three,” he splutters.

  “I don’t care, you don’t get to tell them what to do either. What did you do? Sit around telling them the order of who gets to have me?” I don’t wait for an answer. “Too late for that. I am in control of my body, no one else.”

  I march past him, knocking on my grandfather’s study door. I turn back to Maxell, who has gone red, his mouth hanging slightly open. The others wear smirks.

  “Told you,” I hear Oran say.

  I open the door expecting my grandfather to be alone but sat on one of the chairs is my father. He looks pale, lines under his eyes.

  “Father,” I exclaim, throwing myself into his arms.

  “Pixie dear, how have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”

  I pull back, looking into his worn face.
“You look tired.”

  He chuckles. “Is that your way of saying I look old?”

  “No, but you do look tired. Is everything alright? Apart from the whole dark veil opening and me being the key to closing it and all that,” I say, raising my brow.

  He blinks, looking from me to my mates. “You told her,” he asks accusingly.

  “Yes, we did,” Oran answers. “Sir, she was attacked by a dark pixie. He broke into our school, took one of our own. They have her friend Honey, for what gain we are yet to discover. But now they want pixie, they are waiting for the right time to take her.”

  “We also believe that Trixie let him back into the academy. I have told her parents to come collect her. She acted out of jealousy, but she is a danger to Pixie, and I want her off the grounds,” Maxell says.

  My father looks agitated, he runs a shaky hand over his face. “I agree, what a foolish female. She is not fit to rule the summer lands. I will see to it that she doesn’t.” His worried look causes me to be concerned. I touch his arm.

  “Father, what aren’t you telling us?” I ask him.

  He sighs, and a resigned look crosses his face. “Before I begin, I need to ask an important question,” he says. “Have you created what looks like dust with your magic?”

  My face heats. “Yes,” is all I say.

  “As I feared.” He walks to the sofa, patting the area next to him. I follow, sitting next to him.

  “Father, you’re scaring me.”

  “I’m sorry. I thought I could deal with this myself, but now is the time to tell you,” he sighs again. “No one knows this apart from me and your grandfather and, I fear, the dark ones too.” I watch his face, seeing how he appears to have aged in a matter of minutes. “Before we were all born, a pixie was born of dust. Her body shone like a star; her golden wings made of dust itself. That pixie was your ancestor. The first pixie queen.” He smiles, carrying on with the story.

  “Thing is, where there is light, there is dark. Just like your ancestor being born from light dust, a pixie was born from blood. They both ruled the lands, fought often until they separated the lands into light and dark. Our people started to be born with different elements and eventually the seasoned lands were created. Dark pixies would mate with the humans, creating half breeds to populate their lands. The light pixies would mate with their own, creating something so pure that the lands thrived from it. All different types, from summer to winter, from air to fire. These lands were created by us, so we could live in harmony.”

  “The magic grew, pushing the dark pixies further from our lands until they had their own in a different world. The High Pixie decided to create veils, opening them to different worlds and separating us completely from the dark pixies. They grew angry, challenging us in war. We lost many in that battle, but we also lost her. The first pixie queen perished protecting her kind, but not before killing the first dark pixie.”

  “This created more conflict, so the children of the first pixie closed the veil to the dark lands. Only one child survived, the others perished closing that veil. The one that survived, she carried on your line, but as time went on, they were denounced from the throne. My family took over and has ruled ever since.”

  “Why were they denounced?” I ask.

  “They tried to open the veil again, wanting peace with the dark pixies. That was a big mistake because as they did, another war broke out and we lost many again.” He looks thoughtful. “After the war, the veil remained open and all was quiet for a time. Then I came here, to the academy to train on my fathers demands.” He rolls his eyes. I chuckle but quieten when he continues. “I met your mother, Pixie. She was a wild pixie, her hair so much like your own, free and untamed. She fought often, others mocking her wingless back and her hair that looked like a unicorn,” he sighs.

  “We bonded, I guess you can say I tamed her,” he chuckles. “She was still a free spirit but became fierce and strong. Her fighting skills like no other. She became the first female warrior.”

  “We married when we left here, my parents tried to discourage it of course, but I wouldn’t allow anyone to take my mate away from me. We became formidable. Our force strong and the males following us into every battle. We won every time, banishing the dark pixies back to their lands.”

  “Then you were born, and we left the fighting to our males. But soon, your mother was needed. A powerful dark pixie came to our lands, demanding that your mother follow him back and marry him, have his children. Of course, she declined. Then the next war followed. He sent his force, killing as they spread throughout our lands.”

  “You mother, she changed after that. A deep magic, an old magic taking over her. Single-handedly, she banished them back to their lands. Her body changed, shining a bright purple and blue. Wings appeared made from blue, pink and purple dust. Even she was surprised and cried tears of joy. But it was short lived. She knew she had to close the veil, it cost her life. She died that day protecting us all. But she warned that it may open again, that we had someone on our side deceiving us, portraying as one of us.” He shakes his head, tears falling from his eyes.

  “That day, I vowed to protect you, Pixie. I knew that you would one day be faced with the task of closing the veil if it ever opened again. That’s why I allowed you to leave, go to the human world. I figured that if you were there, no harm would come to you. I didn’t know that you were tethered to the dark veil.”

  “It’s OK, father, I will help close it once more. First, we need to find the pixie who is helping them open it. Maybe it’s the same family? They might want the war, or the throne.”

  My father looks at me proudly, his eyes shining. “You remind me of her, headstrong and proud.”

  “Father,” I say attentively, “do you think it could be Sofia?”

  He looks at me sharply, but I hurry on before he can say anything. “She never once tried to be nice to me, not once. She tried to make Silvia the next queen and I swear I saw her eyes flash black on numerous occasions.”

  “She isn’t a dark Pixie. Her family are from a long line of the summer lands. I would know if she was.”

  “But father…”

  “No, enough, Pixie. You have never gotten along, but she would never want to harm these lands or the people.” He says it calmly, but I detect the undertone of a warning..

  I huff, he has always shut me down. I don’t care if she is a higher-up pixie, she is ‘shady’ as the humans would say.

  “Pixie,” he says, eyes softening, “I want you to be safe, I want you to train and find a way to close this veil once and for all. I can’t lose you too.” He whispers those last words.

  I grab his hand in mine, holding tightly. “If we have someone on this side going against us, then they need to be stopped first. They have found a way to open the veil once more, or they may be getting the dark pixies into our lands another way.” I look to my mates. “Plus, I have my mates helping me. You won’t lose me, father.”

  My father glances at the men standing around the room. “All of them are your mates? Your mother was right.” He stands, walking to my males. “You all remember your time in the palace as seedlings?”

  “We do sir,” Maxell answers.

  “And you have all mated with my daughter?”

  I choke, “Father!” I splutter.

  “What? You don’t think I wasn’t young once?” he chuckles.

  “Three of us have sir,” Maxell says, shooting the other three glares.

  “Why the glare.”

  “Sir, we had an agreement.”

  “And that was?” my father prompts.

  “That as the leader of our group, I would mate with her first.” Maxell’s face goes red.

  My father looks from me to my mates and his eyes land on my grandfather briefly, they share a smile and I can tell they are trying not to laugh.

  “And you think that my daughter wouldn’t have a say in the matter? It is her body after all, she has a choice in who she is with, does she not?
”

  “Of course, sir.” Maxell looks at the ground.

  I snigger, covering it with a cough when everyone looks my way. “Father, even though Maxell says he is my mate, doesn’t mean I will have him as one.”

  “You won’t?” Father asks.

  “No, he has made no effort to get to know me, plus I don’t feel it. I felt a pull to Oran, Felix and Zane, but with Maxell, I don’t.”

  “And do you feel anything towards my daughter Maxell?”

  “No sir, I feel something, but I am unsure what it is.”

  “He may be a protection bond,” my grandfather says. “He is a part of her circle, just not in a romantic way it seems.”