He looks up at me. His dark locks are plastered to his temples and forehead. Without his glasses, he looks younger. The hint of his beastly change clings to him like smoke. The carefully constructed control that was missing as he fucked me is back, and it looks like it’s taking every bit of will he has to keep the beast in check.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His lips skim across my stomach, his words muffled behind the material of my shirt. I feel his heat through the material of my clothes. His entire body is burning up. “You need to leave.”
My hands scrape through his soft tufts of hair. I’ve never taken these liberties with Malek before. I’ve never simply felt his soft dark locks.
Things are different now.
And I’m going to touch him now the way I’ve always wanted to.
“You won’t hurt me.” I bend down and press a kiss to his forehead. “You wanted me to be yours right?” I ask hesitantly, barely certain of what we said or what he promised. “I don’t believe you’d ever hurt what’s yours, Malek.”
The breath that leaves him ripples through the entire length of his body. He drops his forehead to my stomach and takes in a few calming breaths, sending shivers through my body just from how intimately he’s holding me.
“You’re right.” His fingers slip between the spaces of mine. When he pulls away, there are depths of pain in the darkness of his eyes that physically hurts. “But I’m not ready for you to see me like this. And… there are still wolves here that could harm you. I won’t let them touch you, mi corazón.”
The endearment brings a tangle of heavy emotions through my chest for a reason I don’t understand.
My heart.
When he said I was his, he meant it in all its entirety. His woman. His heart.
It is endearing and overwhelming all at the same time.
“I’ll go back.” I cup his cheek.
He nods. “Walk straight. I’ll protect you from the shadows. Go into the dorm and don't come back out. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
His body ripples again and he gives me a light shove. “Go,” he orders, dropping to all fours, his big hands fisting into the dirt.
I catch a glimpse of welts rising along his flesh and a hint of brown fur. His skin starts shredding as if invisible claws are raking through his body.
He lets out a howl of pain.
“Go!”
I turn away, no matter how hard it is, no matter how badly my body trembles and protests, I push myself faster through the woods. I shove aside branches and break away from the trees. The sad sight of the crumbling school buildings awaits me, yet I pause and half turn.
Howls pierce the night sky. A warning of a promise I must keep.
So I turn and run for Dorm J, the echoing cries of Malek’s howls following me the entire way.
Twenty-One
Izara
“You smell like wet dog.”
As far as terrible greetings go, this one is pretty high up there. Fucking incubus and the fucking jealousy and possession that gleams in his obnoxiously beautiful eyes.
It’s barely daylight outside, and he’s just sitting here facing the door like he’s waiting for me.
He’s sitting up on his bunk, his feet kicking back and forth like a child who doesn’t give a damn what monsters might lurk beneath his bed.
Aside from his constantly pouty attitude, he’s anything but a child. Massive, bulky arms cross against the perfection that is his chest, wisps of red hair fall against his temple and black demonic eyes that should be frightening, but are more annoying than anything, look up at me.
Saint sits up in bed as I close the door behind me with a cry of the hinges. The vampire’s appearance holds traces of sleep, his dark hair standing up on end, boxers askew against his lean hips. Everything about him is lazy except his bright eyes, which are alight with glee and devilry.
The only one with his eyes closed is Syko, who lies on my bunk with his palms splayed gentle over his abdomen. I know he’s awake, and aware of me by the tension that’s lining his tired face. I’m just not sure he can bring himself to care. Or maybe he does care. I don’t know. I’m confused, my body still rushing with the adrenaline that Malek’s touch provoked.
He meant it. He told me to say I was his, and that claim was more than just words to him.
I don’t know how I feel about that.
My thighs quiver. Shit, I want to fall to the ground and sleep but I have to change. I’m not wearing any panties, and my thighs are damp with pleasure and pain.
I ignore Phoenix’s charming comment and go over to the closet, pulling out a fresh pair of Academy of Six cotton panties and a clean gym t-shirt that doubles as pajamas. I really just want my own clothes.
My own things.
Anything.
“I can smell him on you, you know? I can smell sex all over you.”
Jesus fuck, there is absolutely no privacy, no sense of personal space in this fucking dorm. In this fucking school. All my secrets are bared out for everyone now, and why the fuck does Phoenix care, anyway?
“Did the mutt knot you real good?”
Anger slices through me as I whirl around. “Knotting is not a thing for werewolves.”
I can’t help but pause… is it?
“And besides, what do you care who I fuck, Phoenix?”
His long legs stand and he’s prowling the short distance over to me. His danger, anger, and violence hums around the room like the striking of a cord. I almost wish he’d push me. I’m so emotional I’ll push back. Everyone else might be afraid of the big bad incubus, but I’m not.
He looms over me, so close I can see the glare in his gaze, the tightness in his jaw. “You are my girlfriend,” he growls. “Will you let everyone fuck you while I watch?” His palms grip the front of my thighs and he spreads them. His forceful touch burns across my skin, and as he said, the traces of sex still cling to me, and this violence is infinitely more erotic than it should be.
Maybe that’s the most savage thing inside me, the darkest part of my soul. I crave violence like candy. Maybe that’s why my Prod can tear people apart.
Because deep down, beneath the quiet exterior, I fucking enjoy it.
It’s the only explanation I have for relishing in Phoenix’s touch even after Malek already buried himself deep inside me, after he already claimed me.
The incubus’s palms push fully over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and I just want to push him as much as he always pushes me.
“Is that your kink? Watching?” I hold the clothes between us like some feeble barrier and tighten my fingers around them so he can’t see I’m trembling. “Is that what really pisses you off, Phoenix? That you didn’t get to watch someone else fuck me until I came again and again and again against his cock?”
His palms slide further up my thighs, pushing up my skirt and coming dangerously close to my center. Just a single slip of his fingers higher and he’ll be touching my wetness. I want it, almost as much as I wanted Malek. I want it as much as I want this infuriating demon to kiss me.
But I want him to suffer even more.
My chin tips higher, his gaze dropping to my lips that are so, so close to his.
“Watching will be your only chance to ever see me like that.” I swallow hard and he watches every emotion I’m hiding deep down inside, but I give him one more quiet promise. “Because I’m never touching you again.” I turn and push open the door of the bathroom, slamming it in his face. As soon as he’s out of sight, I lean against the door, slumping into it.