Classes were going well, and although I still received disapproving glances from Juniper and other girls, they refrained from any actions like before. My six fated Mates, along with my friends and some of the students who didn't judge me, such as Lyle and Michael, a couple involved in polyamory, all supported me.

Lyle shared with me that he was from England and belonged to a family of witches and warlocks, prominent in their community. When he came out as gay, his family shunned him, which made me feel terrible for Lyle and angry at his family for such awful treatment. However, Lyle's story took a turn when he met Michael at a polyamory convention; he instantly knew Michael was his soulmate.

He explained that witches and warlocks share something called a witch bond, which is similar to a mate bond but with a few differences. As we talked more, I realized he was genuine and destined to be part of my friend group, along with his bonded partner. They were so adorable together that you couldn't help but smile. After lunch and some gossip, I endured a few dull lessons. The only class I eagerly anticipated was art, as it was the one I shared with Drago, my passionate artistic fated mate.

Drago was unaware that I had applied for the art class; I wanted it to be a surprise. Moreover, I was eager to start drawing again after a long hiatus. Previously, art served merely as a brief coping mechanism until I discovered dancing. After enduring many dull lessons, I finally made my way to the art class. Upon entering, I sensed Drago's presence but remained composed. As I introduced myself to the teacher, he seemed uninterested and promptly asked to see my art portfolio. I retrieved it from my bag and presented it to him. He examined it briefly, his expression softening, before inquiring why my artwork seemed to speak to him of sorrow.

I shared that during my darkest moments, following abuse and neglect, I turned to drawing. I channeled my intense emotions into creating art, which became my coping mechanism. It was this practice that kept me going; without it, I might not have made it to today. I also expressed how dancing served a similar purpose for me, another artistic form of expression. The professor, upon hearing this, smiled and welcomed me into his class. He remarked that my art had touched his soul and that he could perceive my perspective on dance, which he considered his magical gift.

After the talk, Michael seated me with a smile. That's when I heard a growl and turned to see Drago glaring at Michael. I shot Drago a dirty look, which made him laugh. Then Michael turned to Drago and said,

"Don't  worry honeyboo  I'm not into  pussys I love me the cocks any shape any size "

Then he winked  at drago  who looked  at me  with desire  his gaze sent  shivers  down  my body  untill it gathered  in my core,my arousal  wafting  from me to him  that i needed to  turn  away I turned to face the teacher, yet I was still stirred, feeling Drago's gaze on my skin. The teacher discussed how every artist has a muse; some find inspiration in a lover or a landscape. He clarified that a muse could be anything from a person to animals, to scenery. He then tasked us with creating a painting inspired by our muse, which we would later present to the class. I focused on drawing my friends, family, and loved ones, tuning out everything around me.

After finishing the shading and painting, I allowed my picture to dry. Once it was dry, I brought it to the front and waited. After everyone had completed their artwork, we were called up one by one to discuss our creations. Each person had crafted a unique piece and shared the story behind it.

When I was called upon, I presented my art and shared that my inspiration began with my parents; their love inspired me to seek a similar bond. I recounted how my friends had been my steadfast support during the transition from a non-magical to a magical realm, and how their companionship helped me overcome the darkness that once threatened to engulf me. I then described how I depicted my six princes and destined mates, and before meeting them, I was quite cautious around men. Their unwavering love and affection have been my path to healing. I expressed that despite our relationship being taboo, I harbored no regrets. Following my presentation, others displayed their art, and then it was Dragos' turn.

Drago unveiled a painting of me and shared with the class that I was his inspiration and muse. He explained that before meeting me, he couldn't perceive the beauty around him. He expressed that I was what he had been searching for, and upon finding me, he gave his heart to me. The class responded with awe and applause, and subsequently, the professor paired us up for a project—I was teamed with Drago, and Michael with Angelo.

That evening  we returned to dragos room where we began  kissing  and from there things got  heated   as drago tore off my clothes and his  and sat me down  on his  lap  kissing me and then playing with my breasts  sucking my nipples biting my breast and neck I moaned  and  enjoyed the  feeling of dragos bites  so I returned the favour and  bit down  on his neck  and shoulder  he let out a sexy growl and pinned me to his bed where he continued to kiss and bite me until he reached  my pussy, drago then  bit on my  pussy lips and I moaned while  grabbing  his bed sheet as he licked and sucked me  i became a writhing mess as I moaned and begged for more but he carried on until i felt like i had died and gone  to heaven when I finally came and drago lapped up my orgasm like a cat lapped up the cream then drago put his finger in me to stretch me out before  thrusting into my core.

 I screamed and begged that he go faster  he obliged  and like a hussy  I mewed and  grabbed  dragos  hair  as I kissed that dirty  teasing  mouth  I bit down on his lips and made him go faster  before joining  in and  moving along with him until he bit down as he came inside me he was heavy and there was too much but I begged my body  to  absorb  him  when we were done  I was breathless and drago  was sweaty   we took a shower  together and drago  took me  in the shower   again and again  I let him  drink from me   and when we were finally  clean we lay together  in his bed  as I thought  about how  vampire stamina  was unbeatable  and drago insatiable I fell asleep in his bed  and against his naked  body .