In a very bad, very good way.
Their eyes raked over me, and I swear I felt it like a touch. My breath caught.
“What?” I asked, voice a little too high.
“You’re not wearing pants,” Derrick said, voice low and gravelly.
“You’re gorgeous,” Dalton added. “But you’d look better in my t-shirt.”
My cheeks burned.
“Do you two want me to get dressed or something?”
“Absolutely not,” Derrick said with a grin. “Clothes are overrated.”
“We were just deciding how to feed you,” Dalton added, smirking like the devil in soft lighting.
“Feed me?”
“Mhm.” He pointed to the pizza box on the desk. “Your favorite. Delivered just minutes ago.”
And my stomach chose that exact moment to rumble. Traitor.
They guided me to Derrick’s bed-apparently, my bed for the night-and I sat cross-legged in the center while they set the pizza box and drinks in front of us. We formed a loose triangle on the mattress, but the space between us felt charged, vibrating with restrained energy.
Dalton tore off a slice and held it to my lips. “Bite.”
‘Please do, Summer purred. And I got the impression she wasn’t talking about pizza.
I hesitated.
Mantra. Remember the mantra.
I am strong.
I will not fall at their feet.
I will not open my-
Oh, screw it.
I leaned forward and took a bite. The cheese stretched between my lips and his fingers, and I swear to the Moon Goddess, Dalton’s pupils darkened.
“This is so unnecessarily erotic,” I whispered, chewing.
“Unnecessary?” Derrick chuckled, passing me a napkin. His fingers brushed mine, lingering. “Sweetheart, this is us behaving.”
Dalton offered the next bite. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“You’re not eating?”
Dalton shook his head, eyes fixed on my lips. “I want to feed you first, my queen. Besides… I’m too hard to think about food. My blood’s… otherwise engaged.”
I nearly choked.
“You’re so impossible.”
“And yet,” he murmured, “you’re still letting me feed you.”
Derrick leaned in, close enough for his breath to warm my cheek. He wiped a dab of sauce from the corner of my mouth with his thumb, letting it linger, pressing the pad just slightly.
“You’re cute when you try to act unaffected.”
“I’m not acting. I am unaffected.”
Dalton snorted under his breath. “Sure, my queen.”
We finished the pizza in slow, torturous bites. Every look. Every brush of fingers. Every shared smirk-it was all foreplay disguised as dinner.
And I was failing every test.
Once the food was gone, I licked my fingers clean and began stacking the plates. That’s when both their phones buzzed.
Same exact tone.
Mine buzzed too.
We all froze.
Derrick groaned. “Don’t tell me…”
Dalton unlocked his screen and cursed under his breath. “Professor Garrett.”
My pulse jumped. “Already?”
“The study groups have been assigned,” Derrick said, eyes skimming the sss.
Dalton’s brows lifted in that slow, dangerous way. “Oh… oh this is going to be interesting.”
I grabbed my phone with fumbling hands. My stomach twisted as I opened the sss from
Garrett.
The air went still.
Summer was quiet for once.
My eyes scanned the screen.
And there it was.
Our names.
Grouped.
Together.
“Damn me,” I whispered.
Summer didn’t even need to say anything.
Her smug silence said it all.
We were so royally screwed.
DALTON POV
The evening had been perfect.
Until now.
I can still feel her.
The glide of her soft, damp skin under my fingertips. The velvet weight of her hair between my palms. Her scent-clean, sunflower-sweet, and maddeningly hers-clinging to my lungs like an addiction.
She let me touch her. Trusted me to help her. I massaged her scalp like it was a sacred ritual, and I swear I felt her unravel beneath me. She didn’t hide the way her breath caught.
And feeding her?
Pure, unfiltered bliss.
Watching her take that bite from my hand, lips parting, tongue flicking out to catch the cheese-I felt my control fracture.
I wanted to devour her. Not the pizza.
Her.
Every twitch of her thigh, every flutter of her lashes, every breathy sigh-she was fighting it, but not hard enough.
She wanted us. Both of us. And we were right there.
So fucking close.
And then…
Professor Garrett.
Fucking Garrett.
He might as well have walked in and pissed on the bed.
At first, I wasn’t even mad.
When my phone buzzed and Garrett’s name popped up, I figured it was something academic. I opened the message lazily, still drunk on the echo of her sighs and the warmth left on my skin.
But then I saw it.
More Kickass Werewolf Reads
Dive into our collection of free werewolf romance novels—where fierce Alphas, daring heroines, and heart-stopping twists await. Every story burns with forbidden desire, loyalty, and destiny. Don’t wait—here’s a world where love bites hard and nothing is stronger than the call of the mate.
Leave a Reply