“Okay, I may have tried to play with her in her dreams. It’s safe and an easy way to burn off some lust. But Shade was already there.”
My lips twitched. “Maybe you should try shoving him out tonight and see what happens.”
“Don’t think I won’t.”
“Oh, I know you will.” Just the thought of it had my dick awakening in my pants because I knew what that scene would look like from Kols’s point of view. And yeah, I wanted in on it. But I’d never give in to it. Even if I went to bed the last few nights to thoughts of Aflora’s full mouth wrapped around my cock.
I cleared my throat. “Right. Well. I’m going for a run.”
“Another one?” Kols asked, arching a brow.
“A man has to exercise.”
“Uh-huh.” He gave me a knowing look. “Good luck.”
“Given that you’re the one who has to sleep next to her every night, I think you’re in need of luck, mate.” I stood and stretched, smiling as Kols observed the movement beneath his hooded gaze. “Feel free to add me to your little nighttime fantasy. You know what I like.”
With that taunt—one I shouldn’t have allowed to slip from my lips—I left to explore the Academy grounds again.
All the while thinking of a dark-haired beauty with pouty lips and tits made for a man’s hands.
Thinking about her wasn’t exactly a sin.
Even if it felt like one.
Too bad that distinction only made me harder.
Chapter Nineteen
Aflora
“Okay, so this time, try not to kill me, ’kay?” Ella stood across from me on a mat, her hands up in the air. It didn’t escape my notice that Trayton ho
vered near the edge, his gaze holding a lethal warning in them.
“No magic,” he said, his tone holding a royal inflection I recognized all too well.
Annoyance flashed in Ella’s features. “She knows, Tray. That’s the point of this makeshift gym class.”
“Physical training,” Kols corrected, joining his brother. They both wore sleeveless shirts that showed off their athletic physique. I could definitely see the family similarities between them in their regal postures and aristocratic jaw structure. But Tray resembled the night, while Kols reminded me of the sun.
A sun I very much missed.
Starting classes in the evening really messed with my concept of days. We finished closer to the time I used to wake up, then slept during the light hours and started all over again each night.
No wonder the Midnight Fae were pale.
Well, except Shade. He had a slight tan, which I suspected linked back to his penchant for disappearing into shadows.
He winked at me from across the gymnasium where he stood waiting for his turn on the mat.
I scowled at him in response.
His dreams at night were killing me, and he knew it. I argued with him every time he entered my head, yet I still ended up mostly naked and writhing beneath him.
Except for last night.
My cheeks burned at the memory of the things I’d done with Kols while asleep. It’d also been in my head, a coping mechanism that helped me force Shade out, and I was a bit embarrassed by how thoroughly I’d used the Royal Fae. He was supposed to be helping and mentoring me, yet I spent the night doing wicked things to his sculpted physique.