Ch. 881..885: The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 881-885

Chapter 0881

I groan a little, resting my forehead against Jackson's shoulder as he slowly begins to move within me again. "Jacks," I whisper, shaking my head a bit. "I don't know if I can."

"I'll stop if you want me to," he murmurs, his big hands stroking long and slow over my sensitive skin, rocking me lightly as he begins to barely, gently, press himself more deeply into me again and again. His hand cups my cheek, turning my face to him, and I stare at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes. "But I don't think you want me to stop. And I think you can do it again."

I stare at him for a moment as my body slowly starts to respond, that pleasure starting to coil again, even through the loose and languid set of my muscles from the first orgasm - even through my exhaustion -

I nod, meaning it - wanting it -

God, but I could fuck him every moment for the rest of my life and not miss anything else, anything at all. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, ceding him complete control. Whatever he wants, I'll do - after all, it's only ever been a good decision when I just let Jackson take charge.

"Good girl," Jackson murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to my mouth before wrapping his arms tighter around me, pressing me close to his body as he first turns and then lays me out with my back flat against our little sleeping mat.

And then, Jackson proceeds to take his time.

It starts with slow movements, the roll of his hips as he presses that seriously amazing cock into me again and again, kissing me deeply as he does, the slow, loving movements letting me adjust to the size of him, to this new angle. It takes a few minutes for me to return to where I was at the start of all of this, for my body to wake up, to want him with the same fervency that I had before I broke the first time.

But Jackson is patient, his hands and his mouth moving over me slow and rich, waking me up, reminding me of how much I want him and why.

Jackson licks that special spot on my neck - his spot - as I again loop my leg up over his hip, whispering his name, begging him for more. And my Jacks responds, pressing himself into me harder now that I've shown him I'm ready. His movements are steadily rougher and faster until his hips slam hard against me, until Jackson loses himself to the rhythm, to the need.

My body raises itself against his to accept every pounding inch of him as Jackson fucks me down hard into the thin mat - and a little part of me is surprised to discover that I fucking love it. I never thought I'd want a lover to pound himself into me like this, to fuck me silly, to wrap my hair in his fist and tug it hard, baring my neck -

But here I am, begging for more, whispering for him to fuck me harder, raising my hips so that my Alpha can slam himself into me just the way I want him to –

Just the way he wants to -

My Alpha, completely mine -

Jackson snarls, his thrusts rough and harsh, bringing me as close to release as Kknow he is. I turn my head to the side, baring my neck to him, and I feel the coarse growl of his desire resonate throughout his chest as much as I hear it. He lowers his mouth to that spot on my neck even as he continues to thrust again and again.

But even as I feel the sharp press of his canines against my skin, even as I can

feel how much he wants to, he hesitates.

Please, I beg, mind-to-mind, because

my mouth can't do anything right now except pant, my breath wild and fast as I raise myself again and

as

again to meet him. Please, Jacks.

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No words come back, just emotions - the way we used to communicate at the start of all of this. Hesitation, and the worried wonder if I'm foo tired if my body can handle it after such a complicated day -

But I snarl roughly too, shoving all of those hesitations away, my hand flying to the

back of his neck and pressing his mouth closer against my throat.

Because I want it. Right fucking now.

I want my true mate's mark, finally and forever.

Jackson snarls again but stops asking questions, giving that favorite point on my neck one last loving lick before he bares his fangs and sinks them deep into my flesh.

My head rolls back as my mate marks me and I cry out as I shudder, breaking again and again for him as I feel an insane rush of emotions, of change.

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My wolf howls with happiness and pride even as pain arcs through me - but I don't experience it as pain - I don't know how to explain the delicious, sharp rush of sensation as my skin breaks, as Jackson claims me, as his magic floods my body and makes me feel rich and vivid and real.

His teeth press once, deeper, and I feel Jackson's body tense and shudder as he breaks for me in turn. I mew a little, my hips pressing up against him, wanting him deeper as I feel the warm rush of him coming inside of me, the thick hot press of it as his body goes still, every single one of his muscles tense. Something feral and possessive comes over me then and I, too, snarl, my canines extending as I lean forward and sink them deep into the skin and muscle of Jackson's chest, just over his heart, marking him in turn.

Because he is mine - absolutely mine. And even if I carry two other marks that are not his, Jackson will be the only man to ever carry mine.

I pant as Jackson pulls back, his tongue moving once steadily - lovingly - over his mark on my neck before he wraps his arms around me as he falls to his side, taking me with him.

I cuddle close, still panting, my body exhausted and my heart full as I press my body tight against my mate.

It takes me a minute to come back to myself, to catch my breath fully, to smile when I realize that my wolf and Jackson's are likewise curled together in my soul, happy and content and dedicated. That she, too, has a new mark on her neck to match my own.

When I lift my head to peer into my mate's face, I find his eyes already on me, sweet and happy and concerned.

"Are you all right?" he murmurs, stroking a hand down over my cheek.

I laugh a little, completely blissful. “Jackson," I murmur, swatting at his arm. "You know I'm fine."

He whines a little, deep in his throat, his eyes moving to my neck. "It's gotta hurt."

"You have one too," I murmur, my hand moving up to lovingly cover the mark I gave him.

"Yeah, but I'm tough," he murmurs, cuddling me close.

I laugh, snarling playfully and pretending to be mad. "I'm tough! Don't try to pretend you don't know that I'm tough."

"No, you're precious," he murmurs, wrapping me up in his arms and cradling me to his chest. “And delicate and tender. You just think you're super tough, which makes you very dangerous to love. Brave little delicate gorgeous girl."

"Say I'm tough," I snarl, feeling very ferocious.

"All right," he murmurs, petting my hair and smirking at me. "You're tough, tiny little mate. Very tough."

"Are you happy?" I whisper, unable to stop smiling, beaming up into his face. "Yup," he says, letting his eyes drift shut, a tiny smile on his lips.

I burst out laughing, wiggling discontentedly in his arms, wanting a little more than that.

But my mate - he's never been one for big speeches, has he?

So instead he simply opens his heart to me, letting me feel everything down the bond. How incredibly much he loves me, how content and steady it makes him feel to know that I carry his mark, how touched and proud he is to carry mine. How he can't wait for every day of the rest of our lives, and how he pretty much has no intention of letting me leave his side ever again. And, of course, of getting us our own room at school. So we can do this a hundred thousand more times.

"Nooo," I moan, cuddling closer to him. "I want the nook!"

"Then we'll kick those other two out," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair.

"Okay," I say, cheerful, sufficiently

mollified. Jackson hums his

agreement and I press my cheek to

his chest, perfectly happy and

quite frankly incredibly tired.

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"I love you, Ariel," Jackson whispers a few minutes later, just as both of us are drifting off to a very peaceful sleep. "I'm very in love with you. And I'm going to be for a long time. Probably forever."

I murmur something that barely pretends to be words as I drift off to sleep myself, passing every single ounce of my love down the bond to my sweet forever mate.

Just so he knows that I feel precisely, every inch, the same.

 

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Just past midnight, Rafe stands with his adult family on the roof of the palace, everyone's face turned up to the sky and towards the steady pounding of chopper blades they can barely hear in the distance. A steady hum of excitement runs between them all. Roger and Cora in particular stand with their expressions rapt, his arms around her shoulders, her leaning against his chest.

But still, despite his excitement to see his cousin - his best friend - Rafe's wolf keeps nipping at him inside, urging him to go back downstairs, to find the human girl, to grab her and mark her immediately.

Rafe growls a little, the sound rumbling in his throat, frustrated with his wolf for being so ridiculous and impractical. Ariel said it was like this but god – he didn't realize how annoying it would be.

"You okay, baby?" Ella asks, reaching up and brushing her fingertips against her eldest son's short dark hair. "You haven't been...yourself today."

Rafe glances to the side to see his mother looking at him curiously. His dad stands on Ella's other side, listening but pretending he is not. Rafe smirks even as he sighs, appreciating their concern, even if he's not ready to tell anyone at all what he discovered.

After all, Maryam herself doesn't know. He watched her all day for some sort of sign, but she either ignored him or treated him with disdain. But how could she know? She doesn't have a wolf.

"I'm okay," Rafe says, turning his face back up to the sky where the chopper is quickly approaching. "Just...lots of changes, right? Jesse coming back from another world, with a mate of all things. We didn't leave things on the best terms but...god, I hope he knows that none of that matters anymore. And Ariel is still missing, Junie too. It's..." he shakes his head. “A lot."

"I know, sugar," Ella says, leaning against her son and resting her head against his arm. "But...piece by piece, we'll figure it all out. We always do."

Rafe nods down to his mother and gives her a tense smile and then, like the rest of the family, watches as the helicopter begins to land.

The phone call with Jesse had been short and strange. Rafe had been disappointed when Roger had hung up with his son before Rafe or even Cora got a chance to talk with him - but apparently, Jesse had been in a rush to get everything settled.

And then the strange demands that he made - to send a train to the Academy to pick up twenty ambassadors as well as a helicopter for Jesse, Ben, and three rather anonymous guests, one of which is the mate who kidnapped Jesse and swiped Daphne across the face with her claws?

And his request that all of his siblings be left at home for a few hours, just until they got settled? I mean, they had complied with it all and Mark is at Cora and Roger's house babysitting the ducklings, but...

What...what are they all in for tonight? What the hell is inside that helicopter that needs that kind of preparation?

The helicopter finally settles down, the blades beginning to slow, and Rafe takes a step forward, eager to have a reason to turn his thoughts away from Maryam and desperate to know who the hell is inside.

The door opens and Rafe's face

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breaks into a smile when Ben steps out first. Ben's face bursts into a grin and he waves before putting a hand up to help a very pretty, very pregnant young woman step out. Rafe's eyebrows go up at this, taking in her rich but very conservative gown, realizing that she's an

Atalaxian and likely a high-ranking one.

The answer of her identity comes a moment later when she's followed out of the helicopter by a dark-haried Alpha who Rafe knows from Midwinter, when he was here. Elias - Prince of Atalaxia and now the heir to the throne, if rumors and Jesse's report are to be believed.

The Atalaxian Prince bows deeply to

the King and Queen of Moon Valley and then takes his Luna's hand-or at least, that's what Rafe assumes she is and leads her forward, Rafe frowns a little to see Ben moving ...when

closely at their side because....

the hell did he have time to get close to Atalaxian royalty?

But there's no time to consider it when another tall figure appears at the door of the helicopter, stepping out of it with a cheerful smile deliberately pasted to his face. But Rafe has no time to truly consider Jesse's expression, his eyes moving immediately to the little figure bundled up in his arms and balanced on one hip, shadows streaming off of her like dry ice as she tucks her face tight against Jesse's shoulder.

 

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Rafe's eyes fly wide as he stares at his cousin, shocked.

What...what the fuck is this?

"Hey, guys!" Jesse says, his voice tight and falsely cheerful as he strides over to his family, all of them staring at him, agape. Jesse keeps his smile fixed on his face even as he glares around at his parents, his uncle, and his favorite cousin, silently demanding that they play along. "This is my mate, Midnight! She's really fantastic and I'm sure she'll be glad to meet you soon but she...she did not like the helicopter."

"Infernal machine," Midnight hisses, lifting her face. Cora gasps at the sight of the hollow pits of darkness the place of the girl's eyes, the shadows that stream from the dark ruin of her mouth. "Cursed metal bird - carrying people in its belly like eggs! We are lucky to have survived! It should be destroyed - I will destroy it!"

She spins then, casting shadows out from her hand that streak towards the helicopter. Rafe gasps as the pilot's eyes go wide, but Jesse turns and grabs at the shadows himself, almost like grabbing a cat by the tail, hauling them back.

"Mids," Jesse growls down at the girl still in his arms. "What did we agree on, regarding the destruction of vehicles?" The shadows suck neatly into his outstretched hand, obedient and trim.

Midnight's face turns down in a trembling little frown, her personal shadows receding almost completely from her visage so that Rafe can see that she's not some kind of monster just...

Just a girl. A really, really frightened, tiny, skinny girl with big brown eyes and a sweet, heart-shaped face that has masses of dark curls tumbling around it.

"We agreed to temporarily contain the urge for destruction," she whispers. "Until we have more information and can make an informed decision regarding whether or not it a vehicle or...a foul beast that needs to face a bloody end."

"You got it," Jesse says, grinning at her, laughing a little bit. When he turns his face back to his family, Rafe is shocked to see a little more of his cousin there now more relaxed, more full of humor.

But one glance around at all of his family's faces assures Rafe that everyone else is just as freaked out about the Goddess's choice for Jesse's mate as he is.

"So," Jesse says, grinning around at everyone. "Can we...go inside?"

Twenty minutes later Jesse's family is gathered in the living room around a crackling fire, watching Midnight work her way through her fourth bowl of ice cream. The Atalaxians begged to be let to rest and so Ben was charged with showing them to their room and ensuring that they settle in.

Ella, predictably, softened towards Midnight the moment she heard even the barest outlines of her story, gasping and ushering the girl to a warm seat by the fire, covering her with blankets and ordering her up a great deal food even before she took the time to wrap Jesse in a warm hug and tell him how glad she was that he's safe and home, how very much he was missed and worried for.

Not to Jesse's surprise, Cora is...taking a bit more time in her assessment of Midnight.

"So," Cora murmurs, sipping a cup of coffee and standing close to her son while Dominic, Roger, Rafe, and Ella talk to Midnight, getting to know her and being incredibly kind - as Jesse knew they would be. "What's what's really going on there?" She raises an eyebrow at her son, letting him know precisely what she's asking.

Jesse sighs and smiles, shaking his head as he crosses his arms.

"It's...very complicated, Ma. Midnight really is the best and incredibly important to me, but I had no idea, really, how... intense it would be meeting my mate. But she's still very much a child in her heart and her mind and I worry about her a lot. I want the best for her – and so a romantic connection...it's not even on my mind."

Cora hums consideringly as she turns her eyes back to the poor girl, though inwardly her heart sings with pride for her son, for his restraint in tucking away any romantic impulses he might have towards his mate, putting her needs first. "I'm very proud of you, Jess," she says, soft.

“Aw shucks, ma,” Jesse says, his face breaking into that pretty smile that reminds Cora so much of his father. "You're going to make me blush."

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"Good, you should blush more often," Cora says on a laugh, bumping her shoulder against her son's. "You've lived far too much of your life without shame."

"My profligate youth!" Jesse sighs, mock nostalgic.

Ella gracefully stands, taking Midnight's finished bowl of ice cream and putting a sack of sweets in its place. Jesse laughs as the girl eagerly digs in, talking to Rafe with a mouth full of caramel as Ella quietly comes to stand with her sister and her nephew.

"So," Ella says, beaming at Jesse. "What are your plans for our little girl here?"

"Ours, is she?" Jesse says, his voice pretending to be full of doubt. "And here I was, thinking she was mine."

"Oh, she's ours,” Ella says, wrinkling her nose at her nephew. "You know I can't resist an orphan. So? Plans? Should we just let her loose in the pantry and let her eat her fill so that she can fatten up a bit?" She looks over her shoulder, letting her eyes move slowly over Midnight's spindly legs, her too-thin wrists and shoulders.

"I'm all for feeding her up," Jesse says with a nod. "But...Ella, could I beg you to please let me have free reign over the roof garden, just for a little bit? I promise not forever but...I need some safe outdoor space and that's the only place that makes sense to me. And it has plumbing which...I'm gonna need."

Ella looks at Jesse like she never imagined that sort of request but then laughs and nods eagerly. "Sure, Jesse," she says. "Whatever it is you need. Now, let me get some more of this," she says, tapping on the side of the ice cream bowl.

"Not too much, Ells," Cora calls after the Queen. "You're going to make her puke, with all that dairy!"

Ella just waves a hand over her shoulder, dismissing the concern, making Jesse laugh.

"So," Cora says, her voice low and a little more serious now.

Jesse turns to her, his smile fading.

"Well?" Cora says, crossing her arms over her chest. "When are you going to ask me about Daphne?"

Jesse sighs, dropping his face and staring at his feet. "How about right now?"

"As good a time as any," Cora says softly, sensing her son's agony and putting her hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

I lay sprawled naked across my mate's chest, sweaty and panting. His body rises and falls with slow, deep breaths that are very different from the gasps and pants that rang through him just a few minutes ago. I smile, remembering it - how this time unlike last night - we really took our time with each other. Tender, and sweet, and slow...

"How many different ways are there to have sex?" I murmur, wondering it for the first time.

Jackson laughs, soft and low, his fingers playing idly with the ends of my hair. "I have no idea, Ari."

"I guess we'll find out," I say with a happy sigh.

"Why do you ask me?"

"Because you've done this before," I say, turning my head to prop my chin on his chest and grinning up at him.

He huffs another laugh and shakes his head. "Not like, a lot. I'm no Jesse -"

"Is Jesse a sexpert!?" I ask, my eyes flying wide at the idea.

"A...a sexpert?" Jackson asks, going still and staring at me.

I grin back, letting him figure out the roots of the word. When it clicks together a

second later he bursts out laughing.

"I don't know, Ari," Jackson

murmurs, covering his eyes with one hand and shaking his head like he doesn't want that mental image in his head while I continue to laugh. "The way he talks about it, he certainly has had much more sex than me -"

"Has he really?" I ask quietly, eyes still wide. "Wait, when do you talk about this

sort of thing?"

"I don't know, Warrior Track stuff, I guess. Locker rooms."

"And not around me!?"

Jackson drags his hand away from his eyes and smiles down at me. "Yes, Ariel. Explicitly away from you. I have a feeling that your brother and your cousin are quite eager to keep their discussions of sex away from you, and especially as they know they'd involve both of us, don't think they'd want to hear your stories

either."

"That's so unfair," I grumble, laying my cheek down on his chest, fuming a bit.

"How the hell am I supposed to learn stuff?"

My mate's big arm sweeps down my

body, settling below my ass and

scooting me up along his body in flash laugh when I suddenly find myself face-to-face with him