Unbelievable, page 9
“You’re an Incubus, aren’t you?” I asked, I sounded very calm, but my brain had quite a few things going through it.
“I am,” he grinned. “I am flabbergasted that you picked up on that, you should be rather displaced right about now, but let’s focus on the Water, and then we can talk about how you know you are being hypnotized.” A man chuckled from the doorway; I hadn’t realized anyone new had joined us.
“Okay so I want you to split this big bubble into 12 little ones,” I did as he told me, focusing on 12 smaller Water globs. “Now one at a time move them to the things around the room that had Water in them when you started.” I found one of the empty cups in the room and focused on moving one of the Water bubbles to it, slow and steady until it slipped completely into the glass.
The next few went just as slowly; I didn’t want to drop one or make a big mess and lose control of the rest of them. The more of them I moved the better my control got until the last one zipped into a bowl across the room so fast it was a blur. My mind was spinning at the fact that I just did that, I fully expected to embarrass myself.
The person that had laughed earlier was now clapping. I turned to see Zilli standing in the doorway. I hadn’t seen him since last night and my goodness was he a sight for sore eyes. I now understand why he couldn’t wear the clothes he had on yesterday.
In the doorway stood a God of a man. Wait, was that considered an insult here? Anyway, Zilli stood tall in the doorway, shoulders taking up most of the space. He was wearing a charcoal three-piece suit with a white undershirt and a burgundy tie. His hair hung in a tight braid over one shoulder. He looked right out of a catalog the way that he was leaning on the door with one ankle crossed behind the other. If I thought he looked good in everyday clothes, then he is completely mind-blowing in a suit. I can almost picture how fun it would be to take it off him…
Zilli cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly, a warning. Don’t go there Thea, you are in front of a classroom full of people and his pants are tight… so tight. If he were to be aroused by my thoughts, you would be able to see it. Damnit, this is exactly what you are not supposed to be doing. Sorry! I thought, loud and clear. He just laughed and stepped into the room.
“Just thought I would stop by and check on how you were settling in. It’s going well I see.” He said as he approached me and Mr. Ash.
“This is my first class, and I am extremely surprised that I was able to do that.” I blushed a little realizing that he was watching me the whole time.
“That was amazing Thea, I have never seen someone with such control their first time. I can’t help but wonder…” he said with his hand on his chin. Man, he is gorgeous.
“I was waiting to ask; How did you stay coherent enough earlier to realize you were being persuaded?” Mr. Ash said, a little lower than the rest of the conversation had been.
“I recognized it as being the same feeling that I got when Elijah made me stay calm with my parents, I didn’t grasp what was happening in the beginning but then I got the same fuzzy feeling in my head, so I figured you had to be an Incubus, or I was having an aneurism.” I wasn’t sure if a Demon was going to get my joke, do they have aneurisms in hell? Can Demons get them?
“Okay—” Mr. Ash started, “Any idea of your bloodline?” He asked me.
“No clue, I was raised in Texas on a ranch by humans. I already asked them, but they have no idea who my biological parents are either.”
Mr. Ash and Zilli shared a look that I didn’t appreciate. It said something that I didn’t understand. I wanted to know; I could always ask Zilli about it later though. I feel like I should probably be writing my questions down, keeping track of them so I could ask them at a more appropriate time.
Asim came out then, shooting me an award-winning smile. The way that his hair changed to a brighter red made me want to reach out and touch it. He raised a hand to the side of my face and ran his thumb along my cheek, he is always more forward than Zilli. I loved it.
“We must be going now, but tomorrow is everyone’s day off. You will be able to ask all the questions you want to and relax after the crazy few days you’ve had.” The class had started to whisper again, no doubt because they saw Elijah and I kiss in the hall earlier.
That’s one of my questions, is it possible to have more than one mate? I’m going to try to keep a note so I can write my questions down.
I noticed a slight nod from Asim before he left the room. Whether or not it was meant for me, I’m not sure. I will get answers tomorrow. That’s not that bad, except that it’s the first class of the day. Great.
The rest of the class was uneventful, every student had their turn to show what they have been practicing, it was cool to see what everyone else chose to do with the Elements that they can control.
Elijah was true to his word and walked me to every class.
Angel History was exactly what I expected. A monotoned man named Arthur droned on and on about stuff that no one listened to except me.
He talked about the beginning of the Angels, how loyal they were to the Big Guy, and how devoted they were to his will. He droned on about how the Big Guy created them and chose to make them exactly what He wanted, and that they were until Lucifer fell in love and ‘ruined it all’. At least that’s how the Angels felt about it. Lucifer and the Demons felt freed and liberated from blindly following someone they didn’t want to.
After that, I kind of tuned out and got out a piece of paper, and wrote down some of my questions.
What is the information about multiple mates? How do I find out who my parents are?
Will I ever get to visit the people that raised me?
WHY DO ALL THE TEACHERS LOOK 30?
I know there were more, but I couldn’t think of them right now.
Circles of Hell seemed like it might be more interesting, but I couldn’t get past the fact that Cassandra sat three chairs away glaring daggers at me the whole time. She sat with another girl who looks like a supermodel, she had blonde hair, and legs for days. By the way that she was looking at me, I got the feeling that this girl and I were not going to be friends either.
With them staring and whispering the whole time the only thing that I could remember from the class was that the teacher was a beautiful blond vampire named Isabell.
Elijah stayed in my Succubus feeding habits class, which I was expecting, but he wasn’t lecturing today. Another attractive red-headed woman taught this class, she goes by her first name as well, Mia.
Elijah sat beside me adding information that the teacher blew over and drawing small circles on the top of my thigh, which I found very distracting. I could think of very few moments today where he was with me and not touching me. Trust me, I’m not complaining, I rather liked the feel of his hand on my leg, and I could tell that it calmed him to keep a hand on me.
When I got to combat class, my head was reeling and I was excited that the teacher, Mr. Tanner, let me sit on the sidelines today. They were still on hand-to-hand combat, so I could have been involved in this class but he insisted that I watch and try to keep track of what everyone was working on so I wouldn’t be behind. The next time I would show him how wrong he was about me being behind. If anything, I am a little advanced for the people in this class.
Chapter Eight
Thea
This nocturnal schedule was definitely going to take some time to adjust to. I think we got to the Academy somewhere around 2 am, but I never actually looked at a clock. After getting here I took a bath, ate a burger, and went to bed, I slept until right about eight PM. That is way more sleep than one person needed in 24 hours.
Today I had five classes, each an hour-long starting at nine PM, and an hour for lunch at midnight. I learned that I got Direct TV in my apartment, so when I got back after combat class, I wound up here, on this couch watching tv.
For two hours I watched one of my favorite tv shows, but now that I know there are real Demons in this world, it seemed kind of silly. The demons in the show were off, obviously, the show couldn’t get it exactly right, but it made it seemed weird now.
After that, I got into my feelings way too hard. I knew that the breaking point would come. I knew that eventually, it would all come crashing down on me, but I didn’t expect it to hit quite like this.
At first, I thought of my parents, all the things that we did together as I grew up. The water parks, Fourth of July, cookouts, cattle branding, family reunions, traditions and holidays, movie nights, game nights—the list could go on. Only I don’t belong to any of those things now. I don’t belong to that world at all anymore.
After that I thought about Trevor, I have known him my whole life, and now I live a life that he will never know. We won’t get to go to prom, or graduation, I cried for his life and my own. All the things that we thought we would do together, just gone. One kiss, at just the right time, and I took his life without even knowing I could.
My crying turned into gut-wrenching sobs. I prayed to the powers that be, that no one could hear me falling to pieces in my room. I figured that there was no way that someone could hear me—the walls were stone—but did that mean that they were soundproof? I must have cried myself to sleep at some point because Elijah woke me up at about seven with dinner.
While we ate, he asked me all sorts of questions, things about my childhood, friends, family, pets, school, hobbies, even sports. He wanted to know everything that my life on Earth had. He didn’t want there to be anything about me that he didn’t know.
It was nice to have someone want to know me that bad, but it made me feel guilty. I’m nowhere near over what happened with Trevor, and I had no idea when I would be. I’m sure that he would understand but how do you tell someone that you are Fated to be with that you aren’t over your ex? Well, over your ex’s death.
Elijah hung out for a while after we finished eating, I’m not sure what time it was that Zilli showed up, but I went to bed not long after. I wanted to talk to him too, give him the chance to know me and for me to know him, but bed sounded awesome right now.
The only problem was now it’s almost three pm and I should be sleeping, but I have been in bed tossing and turning unable to go to sleep.
Too much sleep one night, not enough sleep the next.
Sure, that’s going to work out great. I tossed myself across the bed again, for what felt like the 900th time. At this point my head was at the bottom, covers be damned.
A light knock came from the door seconds before it opened and Zilli walked in. I didn’t have the chance to cover up before he came to a standstill in the middle of the room, his eyes locked on me as he took in the fact that I was wearing nothing more than a tank top and underwear.
“Sorry, I heard you tossing and turning and thought I might be able to help you relax a little.” He moved to sit on the side of the bed that was the farthest away from my ass.
“I just think that I slept too much last night and now I can’t seem to fall asleep,” I said as I got up and moved to the middle of the bed, then I covered my lower half with the blanket. Zilli seems to appreciate it and moved to sit beside me.
“Were you planning on sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future?” I asked as he leaned against the headboard.
“Yes. I would much rather be in here with you—but I don’t want to push it—and Asim isn’t willing to let us go back to my apartment.” Well, that cleared that up, but does that mean that he doesn’t want to stay, and he only was because of Asim?
“No baby girl, I want to be here just as much as he does, I think I am just a little bit more of a gentleman than he is. I was willing to go home and come back in the morning, but he wasn’t having it.” He moved close enough to me that our arms were touching, I felt more relaxed with him just being here.
“Well, I’m glad that you are here. Maybe since you are already here and it’s clear that I’m not going to sleep, could you answer some questions?” I ask as I brushed my arm closer to his, his skin is so warm against mine that it’s sort of intoxicating.
“Sure, what do you have for me?”
“Well first, I need some explanation on mates. More than what Elijah told me about,” I want to know what I am getting myself into.
“Well let’s start with some generic information. Mates don’t care about the race of Demon you are, so interspecies is completely normal. Once you complete the mating bond you are bound for life, which is why you have the choice to reject your mate. It’s not a normal situation for someone to reject though, the souls are bound from birth so the two are designed to be perfectly made for each other. I have never seen anyone reject their Fated Mate and I’ve been around for over 90 years.” I felt my eyebrows go to my hairline, how in the world did he look all smooth and buff while being 90!
“What about multiple mates?” I asked sheepishly.
“Multiple mates are normal, especially for a Succubus. Being that you feed on sexual desires you should have multiple partners to keep you satisfied. Some people have up to four or five, it just depends on the person, and how strong they are, how much they need to feed.” FIVE! I could have five men! I haven’t even been with one man, ever! Now there was a possibility that I could have five. Impossible. No way, I couldn’t handle that.
“Thea, calm down, it isn’t anything that you need to worry about right now and the Fates wouldn’t give you more than you need.” That helped, a little, if I’m not that strong, I won’t need four or more, and if I am then it is necessary.
“So, does that mean that you and I are fated?” I felt my face warm at my blush.
“Yes, we are. Can’t you feel the pull? The need or want to be near me?” he smiled so big; it warmed my heart.
“I feel it—absolutely—but being that I don’t know anything about this kind of stuff, I thought that it might just be because you were there for me in my darkest moments. People tend to attach themselves to the people that protect them, or emotionally support them in their time of need.” I’m glad to know that I’m not that co-dependent as a human being. Well as a Demon—I’m not a human being.
“No, it’s not just because I was there for you, though I am happy that I was able to be there for my mate while she was finding out about herself, and the situation that you had gotten in.” He put his arm around my shoulder, it felt nice to have him this close, out of reflex I relaxed further into him.
“Is it weird for you that I am mated to you and your brother?” I asked him.
“Well, you aren’t mated to anyone yet, but no it’s not weird, we knew our whole lives that there was a possibility that we would share our mate.” His finger ran up and down my arm as he spoke.
“Wait, so there is more to being mated than just finding the person?” I knew so little about all of this.
“Well yeah, there is a bond that you will share with your mates after you—well—after you—have sex.” I turned to look up at him when he started to stutter, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes, embarrassed maybe? No surely not, worried about how I would react? That seemed more likely.
“Oh, I should have known that; it would explain all the dirty thoughts…” I can’t explain why but it’s like I couldn’t control my mouth around him. Words came out before I fully thought them through.
“Dirty thoughts? Worse than the one about my ass, or how tight my suit was earlier?” he asked with a smile.
“Much worse,” I said squirming a little as I thought of where this could go.
“Would you like to elaborate on those thoughts?” He moved so that we were sitting across from each other, a wicked grin on his face.
“Well—” Hm, I feel like I could use this to my advantage. “I think about the way that your hand would feel on my thigh—” as I said it, he moved his hand to my knee, “or how your lips would feel on my neck,” he leaned forward and brushed my hair over my shoulder, grazing his lips from my collar bone to my ear.
“Like this?” He whispered as his hand moved a little farther up my thigh, still above the blanket.
“Exactly like that.” The words came out breathy and barely audible.
He wound his arm around my lower back, pulling me away from the headboard. His lip trailed kisses from my neck to my mouth. I had thought about what it would be like to have Zilli’s hands-on me since we stood in the doorway of the bar on my birthday.
He rested his hand on my stomach and leaned down slowly, barely touching me with his lips across my other collar bone, his tongue snaked out and captured my earlobe and I couldn’t hold back my moan. I couldn’t wait any longer, I grabbed his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. My body started to tingle, and my other hand went around his back and under the edge of his shirt.
I made up my mind yesterday when I stood up in the bath, I wanted this. I wanted him. Now.
I moved my other hand down and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up enough so that he would get the point, he leaned back and caught my eye. I believe he was checking to see if I was sure.
“Take it off.” My words came out clearer than I thought they would.
I didn’t wait for him to respond, I pulled his shirt over his head and put one of my hands on his chest, his extremely well sculpted, tan chest. Deciding to be bold I got on my knees and moved closer to him. He put both his hands on my hips and our lips met again.
I could feel the heat building in me, needing more of him. He laid back, pulling me with him so that I was laying on his chest. I could feel him getting hard between us, it only made me more excited. In one smooth motion he had my shirt off, his skin on mine felt better than I could have ever imagined. He rolled us over so that I was flat on my back he was propped up on his elbow beside me. He leaned away and took a long look at me, the way that his eyes hooded made me squirm. His gaze lingered on my breasts, and he licked his lips. Slowly he moved his eyes and his hand to the top of my panties, there he hesitated slightly.
