This was my life. Swimming, studying, and smiling at my father’s business associates while they discussed my future as if I weren’t sitting right there at the table. Like I was little more than a pawn in their grand scheme.
When I reached my dorm room, I fumbled with my key, nearly dropping my swim bag in the process. The lock clicked, and I pushed the door open. I had the place to myself for a moment. Gavin would still be at the meet for at least another hour. Then there was the inevitable post-meet party I was going to miss. Another part of college life I didn’t get to enjoy.
I tossed my wet swim gear onto the bathroom floor and quickly rifled through my closet for something appropriate. My father had specific expectations for these dinners. Nothing casual, and nothing that would make the Voss family look anything less thanperfect.
I pulled out a navy blazer, gray slacks, and a light blue button-up shirt. It was one of the outfits my mother had bought me last month specifically for these “networking opportunities.” As I dressed, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Dark circles were forming under my eyes from the early morning practices, and my hair was still damp, sticking up in awkward angles. I looked exhausted. I felt exhausted.
But there was still so much to do. So many people to make happy.
I grabbed my comb and quickly tried to tame my hair into something presentable. If I showed up looking like I’d just rolled out of bed, I’d never hear the end of it. As I straightened my tie in the mirror, I heard Coach Flannery’s words echo in my head. “You’re swimming like someone’s chasing you, not like someone who’s chasing victory.”
What did that even mean? Victory was exactly what I was chasing. Gold medals. Records. A spot on the Olympic team. All the things my father had been pushing me toward since I was eight years old and first showed talent in something outside of magic.
I checked my watch. Five minutes left. Just enough time to throw my wet clothes into the hamper and grab my wallet. As I stuffed it into my pocket, my eyes fell on the spellcraft textbook sitting on my desk. The assignment really was due Monday, and it wasn’t a simple one. Professor Blackwood had asked us to create an original enchantment that could alter the properties of water. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
With a sigh, I grabbed a small notebook and shoved it into my blazer pocket. Maybe I could jot down some ideas during dinner if there was a lull in the conversation.
Who was I kidding? There were never lulls when my father was involved.
I locked up the room and headed across campus toward the teleportation circle. The sun was setting now, casting long shadows across the ancient buildings of Widdershins Academy. Other students were making their way to dinner or weekend activities, laughing and talking without a care in the world. A group of witches was practicing levitation spells on the quad, floating fallen leaves in intricate patterns. Near the library steps, a couple guys were engaged in what appeared to be an extremely intense make-out session.
Ah. Dating. Boys. Sex.
Something else I never had time for. And probably never would.
Chapter 2
Nerion
“Oh fuck…” the hairy man beneath me groaned. I had him bent over one of the old drafting tables in the storage room, my cock buried deep inside him. “Goddamn…”
“You love that cock, don’t you?” I growled back, loving how his fat ass bounced each time I thrust inside him. Even in his human form, the Yeti was easily a foot taller than me and a hundred pounds heavier, which was perfect. I loved fucking guys bigger than me. “I’m gonna make sure you feel me every time you sit down for the next week.”
“Fuck yes!” he begged, pushing back against me. “Destroy that hole, Nerion!”
The begging…godsI loved the begging.
I gripped his hips harder, my nails digging into his flesh as I pounded into him relentlessly. The storage room smelled of paint thinner and lust, the perfect backdrop for what was supposed to be a quick fuck between classes. We’d been at it for nearly twenty minutes now, and I was determined to make it memorable.
“You take cock well for such a buff guy,” I whispered, leaning forward to run my tongue along his spine. His skin tasted saltywith sweat, and I could feel him shudder beneath me. “You’re just a big slutty bottom, aren’t you?”
The drafting table creaked dangerously with each thrust, but I didn’t slow down. If anything, the possibility of breaking school property just added to the thrill. The Yeti, I didn’t know his name, had cornered me after my ceramics course where he was the teacher’s aide, his eyes hungry as they followed me into the supply closet.
It hadn’t taken much convincing. It never did.
“I’m gonna cum,” he moaned, his voice muffled as he bit down on his forearm to keep from shouting. Even in the art building after hours, we couldn’t risk being too loud. Students were working in their studios at nearly all hours of the day.
“Not yet,” I commanded, wrapping my fingers around his thick, short cock and squeezing the base. “Not until I say so.”
His whole body tensed, and I felt his inner walls clench around me. Gods, it felt incredible. The control, the power of reducing someone so much larger than me to a quivering mess… it was intoxicating. And the best part? He hadn’t heard me sing. So this wasn’t magic. It was just plain fucking chemistry.
I angled my hips, hitting that spot inside him that made his legs tremble. “Now,” I finally said, releasing my grip on his cock. “Cum for me.”
The Yeti roared into his arm as his release spilled over my hand and onto the dusty floor below. His pleasure triggered my own, and I buried myself to the hilt as I filled the condom, my vision blurring around the edges as waves of ecstasy crashed through me.
For a few moments, we stayed frozen in position, both catching our breath. Then I pulled out slowly, careful with the condom. The last thing I needed was to leave evidence of our encounter for some poor freshman to find during their cleaning route.
“Holy shit,” he panted, turning around and leaning back against the table. His chest heaved as he watched me clean up and adjust my clothing. “That was... probably the best I’ve ever had.”