Concilium: the act of controlling one's mind with sheer will power. Also known as mind manipulation. One of the 7 Wonders.

a/n: just saying AGAIN if you're uncomfortable with smut DON'T READ. This book contains a lot of it because their relationship starts off physical. I just don't want any petty comments about there being 'too much smut'

Up above: Maximus Maniatis played by Joseph Morgan (that gif destroyed my damn vagina😫)

Enjoy xx

t.m.

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Harry Styles // 6 Man

   "No sex," she told me strictly, making me tug my lips away from her neck and huff angrily.

   "Why not?" I grumbled, my lips forming a pout as she rolled her eyes at my response.

  She made herself comfortable on my lap, swinging her arms over my shoulders as my hands trailed over her thighs and landed on her hips.

   "Because, I have a class in an hour and I don't want to be sweaty and stinking of sex by the time I teach it," she said stubbornly, making me knit my brows together.

   "Well you'll have to tend this one way or the other," I arched a brow at my hardening length, straining against the material of my pants.

   "Don't worry, I will," she shook her head in amusement, before she cupped my chin and tilted my head upwards, observing my pouted lips and laughing lightly. "You look cute when you pout."

  A scowl etched onto my face immediately at her words, making her roll her eyes at my reaction, and reassure me that she was joking. But of course she wasn't. One of my hands gripped her hip tightly all of a sudden, other one coming up to grasp her jaw firmly, holding her face close to mine. Her eyes darkened at my rough actions, lust filling her eyes as she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.

   "Cute? I'll show you how 'cute' I can be when I fuck that pretty p.ussy of yours until you scream," I growled, obviously meaning that for another time as I had to respect her wishes and settle for oral sex for now.

  I watched as her eyes narrow at my words, making me smirk slightly before I pushed my lips against hers. A rough messy kiss was exchanged between us as she began to roll her hips, rubbing herself against my hard length. Soft moans passed her lips, stifled by the kiss as her fingers tugged at my curls, making me growl in satisfaction.

  I broke the kiss just as suddenly as I started it, lips parting to speak lowly. "Get on your knees, darling."

  I smirked when she didn't protest, lust swirling along with the silvery gray streaks in her eyes as she got off my lap and dropped to her knees between my spread legs. She let her hair free from her messy bun as I instructed, while I unbuckled my belt and popped the button of my pants open. Her hands came around to push my hands away, muttering that she wanted to do it herself, dragging the zipper down agonizingly slowly.

  My breath hitched in my throat when her eyes flitted up, locking gazes with mine as she tugged the band of my boxers low and pulled out my cock. I swallowed thickly when I felt her hot palm run up and down my shaft, pulling the skin over the pink tip and down. One of my hands gripped the arm of my chair tightly, the other one reaching out to cup her jaw, thumbing the hinge gently as she parted her lips.

  I inhaled sharply when she dragged the tongue against the underside of my cock, before engulfing just the head with her mouth. My cheeks flushed when she swirled her tongue around the tip, gliding against my thin slit where pre-cum had leaked out of it. Her thick lips pulled away, tongue poking out to wet them as she twisted her wrist, pumping my cock slowly.

  A smirk appeared on her face as our gazes locked, plump lips coming down to wrap around the head of my cock once again. A small grunt left my lips when she finally began to suck and blow me, fisting the base of my shaft while she focused on taking medium pull-ups.

  Her pace was agonizingly slow, lips dragging up and slipping down steadily with her tongue tickling the vein on the underside of my cock. I began to feel my body heat up, my clothes getting increasingly annoying as they felt like restraints on me. My hips shifted upwards a little when one of her hands palmed my balls through my boxers, before pulling the material even lower to reveal them.

   "Fuck," I hissed as she pulled her lips up slowly, before pulling away with a 'pop', a smirk drawling onto her lips.

  My fingers tangled into her hair as she increased her pace a little, dipping her head up and down repeatedly, sinful noises of her sucking and popping me from her mouth filling up the office. There was still a small hint of paranoia at the back of my head that someone would walk in on us. But I had locked the door, so I could only hope and pray nobody would try to walk in.

   "Faster, Sage," I found myself muttering breathlessly, tightening the grip on her curls as she twisted her wrist sharply, lips slipping down my cock.

  My teeth sunk into my reddened lower lip as her eyes flickered up to lock with mine, looking undeniably hot as she allowed my cock to slip past her pink lips further and further into her mouth. A deep groan was emitted from my lips when the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, her nostrils flaring as she fought her gag reflex and took me deeper.

  My lips parted, eyes screwing shut when she moaned a little, just as my hips bucked into her mouth, causing her fingers to sink into my thighs. My orgasm was approaching quickly now, my body flushing with heat and my facial muscles tensing as she pumped me faster.

  Stacking her hands onto my length, she rubbed me down, twisting as her mouth teased the tip of my cock. The pressure had built up inside of me to an unbearable point, begging to be released, but I held on for a bit longer. With a couple of swipes of her tongue against my thin slit and a few rough twists of her wrists, I came hard.

  Her name left my lips along with a string of moans as my head fell back, releasing into her mouth. She continued her movements slowly, sucking me dry before popping me from her mouth and tucking my cock back into my boxers. My facial muscles relaxed as I exhaled heavily, gently coming down from my high as I opened my eyes slowly.

  There she stood, leaning back against my desk, smirking lightly with those thick pink dewy lips of hers. I beckoned her over, pulling her to straddle my lap, which she did gladly. My lips met hers in a slow kiss, as my hands wandered around her back to squeeze her firm ass. She moaned into the kiss, delicate fingers tugging at my long curls gently while I delivered a sharp slap to her ass.

  She jolted in my lap, staring at me with wide eyes while I shot her a cheeky smirk, reaching up to kiss her jaw. A soft laugh left her lips, one that caused my heart to jump in a weird way, more like flutter. Surprised by the random effect of her laugh on me, my actions turned rough, and less gentle. Her body stiffened with surprise, before she accepted and allowed me to continue on.

   "What would you like me to do, baby girl?" I whispered in her ear lowly, my fingers cupping her hot core while my other hand was pressed into her lower back to keep her steady.

  She parted her lips to respond, but instead came out a low groan of what sounded like pain. My brows drew low immediately, hand coming up to cup her cheek out of instinct as I stared at her with genuine concerned eyes.

   "Sage?" I whispered, eyes flickering between her scrunched up eyes and tense facial muscles.

  She pulled away, getting off my lap and leaning against my desk as she put a hand to her forehead. She inhaled sharply and mustered up enough power to open her eyes and give me a tight apologetic smile.

   "I-I should get going, my class will start soon," she spoke in a strained voice, as if whatever pain she was receiving was preventing her from speaking.

  "Sage, wait, I need to know if you're okay, because obviously you're not-" I spoke quickly as she began to walk away, almost stumbling as she held her hand to her head.

   "I'm fine, Harry. It's just a migraine, I get it all the time; I've got pills for them," she mumbled quickly before she walked off, leaving me confused with a slightly worried heart.

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   "A migraine?" Jason furrowed his brows, pacing around my room as I lay on my bed, eyes staring up at the ceiling.

   "Yeah," I muttered, clicking my tongue against the roof of my mouth before sitting up.

  It had been a few days since Sage had given me that blowjob and left with that random migraine. I was annoyed with myself because I was worried, worried about her. I didn't have her phone number so I couldn't call or text and check up on her. She didn't come to the university for those last few days, which seemed strange to me. Plus, I couldn't go and visit her with all those witches lurking around either.

   "You look worried," Jason observed, casting a curious eye on me as I immediately scowled internally.

   "Just practicing, Jason. You know I need to perfect my facial expressions for when I see her again," I reminded him, trying to keep my tone genuine as he simply chuckled.

   "Right, maybe you should've taught drama and not art," Jason shook his head, before something on my dressing table caught his eye. "What is this?" he questioned, picking up Sage's necklace that I had forgotten to return to her.

   "It's Sage's. She left it here by accident when we slept together," I muttered under my breath, heading over to my easel and setting up a new canvas.

   "Why didn't you give it back?"

   "I forgot," I walked past him, pulling out a couple of drawers to locate my paints that I usually kept hidden away. "Wait a second," I pursed my lips, turning around and approaching Jason. "What if this necklace holds some sort of power?"

   "You mean like a protection spell?" Jason widened his eyes, gazing at the pendent before frowning. "But that seems like something the voodooists would do."

   "Yes but remember, her dad was the son of a voodooist. I'm sure she's still in touch with that part of her family. We need to find out before she figures out she probably left it here or tries to locate it using some other spell," I mumbled, picking my phone up to call Colton.

   "We only have witches with us, son, not voodooists. The witches won't be able to figure out what exactly that necklace does, only a voodooist can do that," Colton told me.

   "You sure?"

   "Very," Colton said. "By the way, your brother Maximus is back in town," he mentioned to me, the sound of that name making my skin crawl.

   "Half-brother," I corrected him through gritted teeth, already not liking where this was going.

   "Right, I was thinking that maybe he could accompany you in New Orleans. He could help out-"

   "No," I said firmly, before I asked for us to Skype instead so I could make myself even clearer than through the phone.

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   "Colton, I told you before and I'll say it again, I do not want Maximus taking part in any of this. This mission is mine, I must do it alone," I yelled, completely losing my temper when I saw Maximus seated next to Colton in the Skype call.

   "Calm down, little brother. I'm not coming to jeopardize your 'mission'. I'm only coming to help you out," Maximus smirked, his pale blue eyes glinting mischievously as I snarled.

   "I don't want your help. I can do this on my own, just like I did with every other Supreme. Why, all of a sudden, do I need help and protection from The Saviors, Colton? Okay, yeah she's a bit more powerful but she won't hurt me once she falls for me-"

   "Are you sure about that? She won't hurt you, but her family will. Her family, friends, every single witch and warlock living in that city will hurt you," Colton spoke firmly. "I can't afford that, not after the promise I made to your father."

   "That's if she finds out about the truth before we slaughter everyone else. Why do you have no faith in me all of a sudden, but in my imbecile of a brother, Maximus?" I spat in anger, ignoring the words he spoke about my father, while Max narrowed his eyes.

   "Watch you mouth, Harry. I will not hesitate to come there and-"

   "And what, brother? Kill me. Oh please, remind us of the last time you tried that, and don't spare the details on how you failed," I snickered, watching his eyes darken and nostrils flare as Colton sighed knowing this feud between my step-brother and I will never end.

   "It's not called failure. It's called mercy, because unlike you family is important to me and I would never kill-"

   "Spare me your noble talk about family. We both know you only kept me alive so you can have somebody to compete with whenever you get bored," I stated in an obvious tone, folding my arms over my chest as he clenched his jaw and pursed his lips.

   "Enough bickering like bitches, the both of you," Colton snapped as Max tried to speak up again. "Maximus, you will not go to New Orleans and intervene with what Harry's doing, am I clear?" Colton arched a brow at Maximus, who narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth before smiling sarcastically.

   "Crystal clear," he raised his brows mockingly, before casting me another glance and disappearing out of the frame.

   "I'm sorry Harry, I shouldn't have suggested putting him on the mission with you," Colton apologized, making me nod my head curtly, still frustrated about the whole situation. "I should've known how important this is to you, and how it should be only you and not anyone else working on this."

   "Thank you, for understanding," I muttered under my breath, giving him a small nod.

   "But Harry, if there's a repeat, of what happened with the 3rd Supreme, I will not hesitate sending Maximus to complete the job. Do you hear me?"

   "I hear you, Colton," I seethed. "Crystal clear."

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➰ sorry for the shortish chapter babes, hope the smut made it up for some of you 👅👅

QUESTIONS!

🔮 There's a supernatural reason for why Sage has these migraines, what do you think is the reason?

🔮 What do you think of Maxmius?

🔮 What do you think happened between Harry and the 3rd Supreme?

➰ Harry and Maximus have the same father but different mothers. Maximus takes after his mother's surname, Maniatis. While Harry takes after his father's one, Styles.

Until we meet again...

t.m.