We sped the rest of the way back to campus and I hid my bike again before pulling her off of it and fastening her fly.
She gave me a hooded look which told me just how good that had felt and I smirked at her as I checked the time on my phone.
“It’s almost midnight,” I cursed, “Come on.” I ignored the countless messages from Saint and Blake demanding to know where we were and ran with her back to the gates.
Porter let us in with a stern look and we kept running all the way to The Temple.
Before we could head up the path to the front door of the church, I pulled her into the trees around back and led her to my window, drawing it open.
We could hear Saint cursing from beyond my bedroom door and I sniggered as I pushed the window closed behind us and pressed a finger to my lips.
Tatum smiled as she stayed silent and I quickly locked my door before heading into the bathroom.
“You wanna sleep in a real bed tonight, baby?” I offered in a low voice as I grabbed her bag from the bath tub and tossed it into my room.
“I’m not fucking you, Kyan,” she breathed, giving me a look that said she’d happily use me to get herself off, but I wasn’t gonna be that lucky any time soon.
“I know,” I smirked at her. “It’s just an innocent bed between owner and pet. I can even finger you again if you think you can stay quiet this time?”
“No chance,” she hissed.
“Yeah you’re right, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from screaming my name like that again.”
She glared at me as I brushed my teeth before stripping out of my bloodstained tank and dropping it to the floor. I wiped the rest of the blood off with a washcloth and offered it to her next.
She accepted it and quickly started cleaning her skin as I ducked back into my room. I stripped out of everything but my boxers, pulled my hair from its tie and got into bed.
Tatum appeared a moment later, clearly deciding that a night in my bed beat that fucking bath any day and she pushed the bathroom door closed behind her, plunging us into darkness.
“You can borrow one of my shirts to sleep in,” I offered, pointing at my closet.
She headed over to it and I watched her in the dim moonlight which filtered through my window as she stripped out of everything but her underwear and pulled my T-shirt on. It fell to her mid thigh and looked stupidly good on her as she moved closer and slipped into my bed.
“You’re not going to stab me in the night are you?” she hissed and I dutifully pulled the hunting knife out from under my pillow before tossing it on my nightstand.
“Not with a knife anyway,” I teased.
Her gaze dropped to my dick which was still hard as stone beneath my boxers and it twitched at the attention.
“You wanna spoon with me?” I offered, wondering if I could get away with having that ass pressed up against me all night.
“Not a chance in hell,” she growled and I sighed before flipping the covers over us.
“Goodnight then, baby.”
She didn’t reply and I sat there for a long time as I waited for her to fall asleep before shifting across the mattress and holding my phone up to take a selfie of the two of us in my bed.
I quickly wrote out a message for the group chat, including a bunch of pictures from tonight to show the others where we’d been and then set it up to send at six am just as Saint woke up.
I laughed to myself as I let my eyes fall shut and settled down on the pillows.
When Saint saw that shit he was going to flip the fuck out. And I really couldn’t wait to see what he did when that happened.
The heat of a warm body called to me and I shifted towards it in my dreamy state. I hadn’t slept this well since…I couldn’t even remember when. My fingers brushed hard flesh and my thigh grazed his as I sought out more warmth. His hand slid around me, yanking me closer by the ass and my eyes flew open, reality giving me whiplash as I gazed at the Night Keeper I was entangled with.
He was still fast asleep, his face just an inch from mine and though I was about to remove myself from his hold, I was suddenly captivated by being able to look at him like this while he was so still. His features were rugged and dark and the usually harsh set of them were softened in sleep. I didn’t want to admit it, but last night had been the most fun I’d had in years. And I was pretty sure I’d never felt so wildly free. Which was ironic considering I was just his captured little bird with clipped wings. This definitely beats sleeping in the bath though…
“I’m gonna use the pitchfork,” he murmured in his sleep. “Gonna stab you like a garden bed and plant an oak tree in your gut.”
I released a laugh and Kyan’s grip on me tightened, dragging me firmly against him and I gasped as he ground his morning glory into me.
The wild girl in me had taken over completely last night. After winning that fight, I’d been high on adrenaline, and maybe a little high on Kyan too. He was intoxicating to be around and perhaps that was why I’d let him touch me. He was danger and temptation personified. And I’d be kidding myself if I said I’d only done it to try and get closer to him. Last night had been real, every second of it. And it scared me how much I’d wanted him. How much I wanted him now too…
My eyes trailed over his body and I blinked hard, cursing myself for being so easily led astray by his looks. But deep down, I knew it was more than that. Kyan’s soul mirrored mine in ways that called to me on a primal level. He brought out a craziness in me that made me feel so alive. And it was impossible to ignore. But I had to be careful. Because he also made my heart feel exposed, like he could curl his fingers around it and hook it out of my chest if the notion took him. And I could never let that happen.
Saint’s classical music reached me from his bedroom and I swore; I needed to be out by the crypt.
I tried to wriggle free from Kyan but he held on tighter, throwing his huge leg over me then nuzzling his whole face into my breasts through the T-shirt he’d given me to sleep in. He was still freaking asleep.
“Kyan,” I hissed. Nothing. He was snoozing soundly between my boobs. And I didn’t wanna hit him in case he went psycho on me like the last time I’d woken him.
Footsteps pounded down the hallway and my heart pounded in time with them.
“Get up.” I tried to wriggle free, but I swear he weighed as much as a damn rhino.
The door flew open and hit the wall with a bang as Saint stormed in.
Kyan jerked awake, looking down at me in a moment of confusion before Saint shoved him off of me.
Saint grabbed a fistful of my hair and I screamed as he yanked me out of the bed, his eyes two circles of hell, and I reckoned the other seven were awaiting me beyond that door.
“You think you’re so fucking funny, Kyan,” Saint snarled, dragging me out into the hallway while I tried to make him let go. I knew I was holding back. I could use my kickboxing skills, but part of me knew that if I flipped on him this was going to be much worse for me. And I despised him even more for that fact. How he made me weak through his power games.
Saint shoved me against the wall in the hallway and my breathing hitched as he released my hair and grabbed my throat instead.
“Did you fuck him?” he demanded, unblinking like he was trying to pull the answer from my flesh.