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I curl my fingers when they’re deep inside, hitting that spot that drives her fucking wild, and her eyes roll, her grip on my thigh tightening to the point it’s almost painful.

I continue dragging my fingers over her sweet spot, whilst brushing my thumb against her clit, and it doesn’t take long for her orgasm to hit. When her body tenses, I nudge her hand away from her mouth and press my lips to hers, kissing her with everything I have.

Her orgasm hits and her body shudders with the intensity of her release, whilst I use my lips to swallow her moans and whimpers, making sure she’s hidden from the room.

I continue kissing her long after her orgasm subsides, her body relaxing as the last shudder dissipates, leaving her boneless and satisfied. Still, she kisses me back, clinging to my lips like they’re the best thing she’s ever tasted, and I know the feeling, because I can’t get enough of her.

When her pussy stops spasming around my fingers, I gently pull them out, Harper wincing as I do. They’re dripping wet, and I reluctantly pull away from our kiss so I can taste her. I suck every drop of her juices from my fingers, Harper’s eyes darkening as she watches me.

Her hand that was gripping my thigh slides back over to my throbbing cock, and as she wraps her fingers around my length, I almost blow my load from that alone. I quickly remove my fingers from my mouth and take hold of her hand, pulling it off me.

Harper pouts as her brow furrows. “Why can’t I…” Her gaze drops to where my dick is straining to break free from my jeans, her slight head nod finishing her sentence without words.

I lean in closer, my voice barely above a whisper as I say, “Because I don’t want to walk around campus with cum in my boxers. And people would notice if I pushed you to your knees to swallow everything I give you. So I’ll take an IOU.”

She lets out a soft chuckle that does dangerous things to me, like making my stomach flutter in a way only a teenage girl’s should. “I guess it’s not very comfortable to walk around in wet, sticky boxers. Then again, I seem to always be in wet knickers since being with you.”

I can’t help but puff my chest out with pride on hearing that, my smirk growing wide as she rolls her eyes at me. “I enjoy knowing I make you wet. But if you’re complaining, you could always go without knickers.”

She shakes her head, her eyes scrutinising me with a gaze that feels both sharp and amused. I detect the faintest upturn at the corners of her lips, a smile she’s desperately trying to keep concealed. “Can I get back to class now?”

I lean over and steal another kiss, unable to help myself now I know how fucking good they feel. “You can, but I came here for a reason⁠—”

“You didn’t just come to punish me?” she cuts in.

“No. I came to tell you we’re going to a Halloween party at the weekend, so you need to think of a costume to wear. Come up with some ideas, and we’ll go over them. If you don’t come up with something good, I’ll pick for you,” I tell her, letting her hear the hint of a threat in my tone.

She picks up on it straight away. “Why do I get the feeling I wouldn’t like whatever outfit you have in mind?”

My smirk grows as a hit of mischief glistens in my eyes. “Probably because you’ll moan that it’s too revealing, but I know I’d like it.”

She rolls her eyes at me again, and I consider punishing her for it, but she speaks before I can say anything. “Who’s throwing the Halloween party? I know there’s a few that happen around campus.”

My nose wrinkles with disgust as I respond, their name tasting like ash on my tongue. “The fucking Hawks.”

Harper’s brow furrows as she asks, “The Hawks, as in one of the rival Obsidian Order Houses?”

“The very same.”

“Why would you go to a party at your rival’s house?” she asks, confused.

I let out a huff, having asked the same question myself over the years. “While we’re here at Shadowmere, the Hawks, Falcons, and Eagles are our rivals, and we’re competing against them to a certain extent, but when we graduate, we will all be brothers.

“So while they encourage a certain level of competition between us, they also push us together to prepare us for the future. When we’re Order members, we can be paired with someone from another House, and we’d be expected to work with them as we would any other Crow.

“Each House hosts an annual event, and attendance is mandatory. We host the Welcome Party, while the Hawks do Halloween. The Falcons hold a charity auction for Valentine’s Day, and the Eagles throw a fancy New Year’s Eve Ball to show off how fucking pompous they are. You’ll be attending them all.”

A look of disbelief washes over Harper’s face. “I had no idea. I just thought you were rivals who kept your distance, except for events where everyone is expected to attend at the Black Chapel.”

“Honestly, it’s a little confusing. They want each of the Houses to have a certain amount of rivalry towards the others, as that pushes us to be better, but they also want to promote unity for the Order as a whole, which is why we all come together in church.

“The annual events are a way for us to unite and get to know our rivals, but our Head of House makes it clear that we’re representing the Crows whilst there, and we should always come away looking superior.”

She shakes her head as she lets out a soft chuckle. “So it’s all one big pissing contest.”

“I guess, it is,” I reply with a shrug of my shoulders.

“So, we pretend we like the other Houses, but really we want everyone to know we’re better than them?”