Divination: the ability to obtain direct knowledge about an object, person, location or physical event through the means other than the user's physical senses. One of the 7 Wonders.

Up above is Jason Cogan, played by my bby Jensen Ackles (FUCK ME UP😫👅)

POV changes halfway through the chapter btw!

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t.m.

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Harry Styles // 6 Man

  I awoke to the bright morning light that trickled through the gaps the curtains had created. A raspy groan left my lips as I pushed myself into a seating position, legs hanging off the side of my bed as I rubbed my eyes with my knuckles. My head turned over my shoulder, expecting to see the naked body of the mysteriously gorgeous girl I was fucking yesterday night. But she wasn't there. What remained were wrinkled sheets and the scent of her expensive perfume on them.

  A knowing smile tugged at my lips. Of course she'd leave. I wasn't disappointed, if anything I was annoyed with last night. She kept trying to hold the upper hand, to be the one in control. I hated to admit that it was hot, that she was the only woman I had ever met who defied me and wanted to be in control. What particularly annoyed me was that I let her, also how much I enjoyed it. Don't get me wrong, I love sex, but with her everything was heightened and just felt more intense. She was a witch; I wasn't supposed to enjoy anything with her.

  My mind was still full of flashes from that night, images of the way her breasts moved with every thrust and how sexy she looked when she bit her lower lip flooded me as I strolled around my room. I picked up my jeans that were on the floor, looking for my boxers and pulling them on. As I did so, a glimmer of light shined onto my eye, causing me to scowl and look away before turning my head back, trying to locate the shiny object that caused it.

  It was a necklace. A gold necklace with a pentagram as the pendent, lying on the white wrinkled sheets in the place Sage slept in. It was hers without a doubt, the pentagram made it incredibly obvious. I frowned to myself, wondering how I didn't notice that last night, but then remembered how enthralled I was last night, solely focusing on making that night a night she would never forget. But I never realized she would do the same, vice versa.

  I left the necklace on my dressing table, before I pulled out a pair of joggers from my wardrobe and tugged that on. Downstairs, the guys were all having breakfast; most of them half-naked just like me. While Jason and I stayed in New Orleans, Colton ordered more of The Saviors to come with us. Colton cared about me more than I wanted him to; therefore he obviously called for these other men just to keep a watch out for the witches since this place was crawling with them.

  The owner of this mansion was a middle-aged man whom was Colton's cousin. His cousin didn't know anything about the supernatural and the fact that Colton send an organization of witch hunters. Colton managed to convince his cousin to leave and allow us to take care of his house while he was gone. How he did that, I didn't know, nor care. But at least we didn't have to stay in some sleazy hotel for three months or so.

   "Harry!" Louis greeted me cheerfully; the blue-eyed copper-colored hair man clapped my shoulder with a grin. "Saw you leaving the bar yesterday with The Supreme."

   "How observant of you," I remarked sarcastically, moving away from him to take a seat at the kitchen island.

   "How was she? C'mon you gotta tell us mate!" Niall exclaimed, shoving some bacon into his mouth and chewing it.

   "None of your fucking business, Niall," I said bluntly, an irritated expression crossing my features.

  He held his hands back in defense, snickering a little, before he brought up a different subject. The guys knew I never liked to talk about my one-night stands. I just never understood why men had to talk about who they fucked and how they felt like as if the amount of women they fucked, or whom they fucked deemed them as the best. It seemed utterly stupid to me. Frankly, I preferred not talking about one-night stands because it was unnecessary and there was no point in it.

   "Harry, you know what Colton said about getting into her pants," Jason warned me, his pale green eyes watching me intently.

  The other guys continued talking amongst themselves, moving to the living room as Jason and I sat at the kitchen island, him cutting an apple while I had my breakfast. I scowled lightly at his words, angrily scooping up some baked beans with my spoon and shoving it into my mouth.

   "I'm serious, Harry," he told me in a cautious tone.

   "I know what I'm doing, Jason. I've got this okay," I snapped in annoyance, narrowing my gaze at him significantly as he scowled at me.

   "I'm only looking out for you. I know how much this means to you, slaying her that is. So believe me when I say that if you screw this up, Colton will not hesitate to let Maximus do this instead," Jason told me firmly, his tone harsh but truthful. My face immediately contorted into an expression of detest, distaste for the man named Maximus Maniatis.

   "Fucking hate, Max," I spat.

   "I know you do. That's why it's important you don't think with your dick and think with your brain instead," he poked my forehead, making me scowl and slap his hand away, nevertheless listening to his words. Jason always acted like an older brother, somewhat like the only person who felt like family to me. I often listened to his advice, even though we bicker sometimes.

   "Do you really think he'd call Max if I screwed this up?" I asked him insecurely after a few moments of silence. His eyes softened when he noticed my worried look.

  He knew how incredibly important this was to me. He knew how I needed to get every thing one hundred percent right with Sage. I could not afford screwing this up because my reputation was the only thing I cared about at this point, even though that sounded egocentric.

  Maximus and I have a long terrible history that makes us sworn enemies, yet stepbrothers. Our relationship was complicated as fuck, but nothing stopped me from wanting to rip his throat out. But on the other hand, if anyone attempted to kill my brother I would be the first one to stand in the way, simply because if anyone gets to kill my brother; it should be me.

  I wasn't afraid of Maximus, but I was slightly worried, because if I fucked this up even the slightest bit, Maximus would get word of it and be here to take over. Why? Because he wanted a reputation like mine. He wanted everything I had ever had and most of the time; he got it. But I wasn't going to let him take this one that easy.

   "Definitely," he muttered lowly. "But don't worry, I think you've already got your hooks on her. As long as you made yesterday night, a night she'd never forget," he offered me a rare smile, before taking his bowl of chopped up apples and walking out of the kitchen.

  I could only hope yesterday night still lingered in her mind and she didn't forget about me. It was obvious when I first noticed she wanted me, it was like a sixth sense of mine to detect when a woman has a desire for me. It was probably from my experience with multiple women in the first place. As much as she seemed stubborn, she can't help but admit that she wanted me, even if it was in a sexual way.

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   A few days had passed since I slept with Sage, but we hadn't spoken since then. Even though I was slightly worried, I kept reassuring myself that it was fine. That night, I made sure I fucked her hard enough so that she would remember me. It was evident that she did. I often passed by her in the university cafeteria, hearing how her breath would hitch in her throat, as I would brush past her without a glance.

  The bruises my lips left on the skin of her neck were still evident, even after these few days. Whenever I'd visit the library to brush up on the history of art and get some time alone and away from my annoying art students, I'd see her. Her gaze would burn into the back of my head, as if searing through my skin and creating holes. She was thinking about me for sure, I was positive I hadn't left her mind. So, I just had to be patient and wait for the next time she'd end up in my bed again.

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  My eyes narrowed into slits, brows pulling low over them as I frowned hard. I was sitting in the library as per usual during my free period, gazing at Sage whom was chatting with the boring-ass librarian. You'd think the librarian would be the stereotypical old grandma with the dainty specs, but no, our university librarian apparently looked like a model pulled out of a Calvin Klein ad.

  She laughed softly when he made some sort of joke, adjusting his vintage round gold-rimmed glasses as he laughed along with her. A smirk threatened to dip into my lips when she noticed me gazing at her across the room, the corners of her lips curving upwards before she looked back and inched closer to him. Perfect. She was doing exactly what I expected her to do.

  My jaw clenched to indicate jealousy, tongue poking out to wet my lips before I moved my eyes back to my sketchbook and continued my drawing. As much as I wanted to go over there and act a little possessive, I couldn't because she wasn't mine to call. Just because we had one night together, doesn't mean I owned her in any way. However, I hated to admit that I felt a little jealously overcome me as I watched him make her laugh once again, her thick lips stretching over her teeth in a smile. Those same thick lips I had wrapped around my cock after I had fucked her brains out.

  My dirty thoughts were interrupted when I noticed her walking away from the stupid-ass librarian, bidding him goodbye with that gorgeous smile of hers. She disappeared into the array of bookshelves in the history section of the library. My gaze flickered back to the librarian, watching him take his seat before his computer and began typing away. I stood up from my seat, running my fingers through my curls as I turned into the history section.

S.E // The 7th Supreme

  I sighed tiredly, pursing my lips as my eyes skimmed through the dull print of a modern history textbook. I was looking for a specific event that happened in the Third Reich, but my mind kept getting distracted when I remembered his eyes. Those incredibly intense green eyes, which I felt burning into my freaking soul when I was talking to Eric earlier.

  He was jealous, and it was obvious. The way he clenched his jaw, and flared his nostrils, all while his dark eyebrows would slope downwards over his blazing eyes. His eyes, they were a massive giveaway. His eyes practically had jealousy swirling in them. I thought I'd have a bit of fun by inching closer to Eric, and laughing at all his lame jokes. I was successful, when I noticed Harry swallowing thickly and looking away.

  But I had come to the library for a reason, and that was not to make Harry jealous or whatnot. A smile immediately etched onto my lips when I spotted the event I was looking for in another thick textbook. Being so engrossed with the textbook, I barely heard the quiet footsteps behind me nor felt that familiar gaze that usually sent shivers running down my spine.

  Suddenly, a pair of large hands gripped my hips firmly, causing my breath to hitch in my throat in surprise, the huge book almost falling from my hands. I swallowed thickly, inhaling sharply when he wrapped his arms around my waist fully, ducking down to press his warm lips to the shell of my ear.

   "Sage."

  My named rolled of his tongue so perfectly; it already had my heart pounding slightly faster. I was immediately flooded with memories of that night. My eyes squeezed shut, wanting nothing more than for them to stop popping up all the time. That was the problem. I couldn't stop thinking about that night. About him.

   "Harry," I muttered in response, sliding the book into an empty space on the shelf before turning around to gaze at him.

  He was just as beautiful as I remembered. Sharp features, ruby lips, bright alert eyes, but this time light stubble covered his chin and upper lip, which for some reason I didn't notice earlier. I had spotted him a couple of times around the university ever since that night, but never really gotten around to talking to him. Mainly because what we did was a one-night thing and as much as I wanted it to happen again, it could possibly be a bad idea.

   "Been a while since we've spoken," he murmured, licking his lips.

   "It has," I nodded, leaning against the shelf with my arms folded over my chest, mainly because I didn't know where to put my hands. His own pair of hands was now sneakily sliding around my back, pulling my body into his.

   "Any plans tonight?" he mumbled into my ear, lips brushing it and sending a shudder down my spine. It was a Friday today, which was probably why he was asking that question.

   "The librarian asked me out for drinks, I might take up that offer," I smirked knowingly, watching him pull his face back to gaze at me with his gleaming irises, pursing his lips. What I said wasn't true, and he knew that, but he also knew I was just playing with him, trying to get him to react.

  He chuckled lowly under his breath, his plump lips stretching into a smirk as he leaned closer, our noses touching. His minty breath fanned against my lips as I felt one of his hands trace my left hip, before trailing around to my crotch. My lips parted, eyes still locked with his when he suddenly slid his hand low, cupping my center firmly through my pants.

   "That librarian won't touch you like I would," he murmured darkly, his lips touching the corner of my mine as he moved his hand against me.

   "He certainly won't fuck you like I would," he put pressure on my core, making my eyes flutter shut as my arms unfolded, hands holding onto his biceps.

   "Not here Harry," I whispered anxiously, eyes fluttering open again when I remembered we were in a library, with students studying and lingering around near the shelves.

   "Who cares," he muttered, lips trailing across my jaw as his hand left my crotch and moved behind my back again, holding me to him.

   "I do! If we get caught-"

   "We won't, if you keep quiet," he whispered teasingly; his voice firm, yet husky sending shudders down my spine.

  He dragged me off to a corner, where no one could see us. Warm lips capturing mine as his large hands squeezed my bum through my tight pants. Everything felt hot, and my clothes began to feel like annoying restraints as my hands began to wander around, grabbing onto his toned body. As his lips kissed mine roughly, I began to remember how good they felt against mine, and how good they felt when he kissed me everywhere else, including my sex. I pulled away suddenly, catching a breath of air before I cupped his face and stared him in the eye.

   "Not here," I told him firmly, making him scowl slightly before nodding and pulling away a little.

   "Then where?" he asked impatiently, and I bit my lip to suppress a grin, knowing he was growing hard second by second as he stood between my legs.

   "Your office."

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