“You’re seriously jacking off. On my bed.”
“Our bed,” I corrected, letting my voice drop another octave. I slowed my hand, squeezing just a little. I wanted him to see every f.ucking detail. “We share this room, Kai. What’s mine is yours. And what’s yours…”
I let my gaze slide over his heaving chest, the damp line between his pecs, the pulse fluttering at his throat.
“…is already mine.”
He looked like he wanted to scream. Or bolt. Or burn the world down.
But he still didn’t move.
“You’re disgusting,” he whispered.
“You’re gorgeous.”
That made him flinch. Like it hurt. Like it meant something.
“You should see yourself right now,” I added, biting my lip as I raked my eyes over him. Sweaty. Breathless. Flushed. What got you like this? Or should I say… who?”
His hands curled into fists. “You’re sick.”
“Maybe. But I’m not the one standing there, staring at my c.ock like you want to taste it.”
That did it.
His jaw locked, and he turned like he was about to storm out. I moved fast-fast enough to make him freeze again. Just one word.
“Kai.”
He didn’t look back.
But he stopped.
My voice dropped to a whisper. “Do you want me to finish?”
Nothing. Just silence. But his breathing was louder than ever.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Still no answer.
My smirk widened. “Didn’t think so.”
I gripped myself tighter, letting out a soft, shameless moan. Loud enough for him to hear. For her to hear, because f.uck me-I wasn’t stupid.
I knew what I was smelling.
I knew what I felt under those too-big clothes.
Those weren’t just soft hips and too-long lashes. That wasn’t just a neck I wanted to kiss.
That was a throat I wanted to bite.
That was her.
Hiding.
Lying.
Pretending to be something she wasn’t.
And I didn’t give a damn.
Male, female, beast or angel-I wanted her. I needed her.
And I’d have her.
Even if I had to break every rule to do it.
Even if I had to break her.
And with the little devices that are going to arrive tomorrow. I’ll have my proof too.
Summer was panting in my head, howling like a beast in heat, and I-Goddess, I couldn’t breathe.
Heat bloomed across my face, down my neck, into the shamefully slick space between my thighs. It was wrong. It was so, so wrong.
I was already dripping and he fu.cking fueled it.
And yet…
I couldn’t look away.
I wanted to. I needed to. I wanted to scream, throw something, shatter the windows, burn the whole building down. I wanted to erase him from my memory, erase me. I wanted to slam the door and pretend I never saw it.
But I was frozen.
Because he was stroking that big, fat di.ck like he owned the world and I was just a bystander. A puppet in his goddamn theatre of sin.
And I hated it.
I hated that I could smell him. Hated that his scent-dark, spicy, electric-wrapped around me like a cocoon, like a drug. Like something I’d crawl through glass to breathe in again.
Wasn’t Derrick enough?
Wasn’t one fu.ck-up enough to ruin me?
Now Dalton too?
My chest rose and fell in shallow bursts-not from rage, but from want. My thighs clenched, my fingers curled into fists, nails slicing into my palms. His voice echoed in my skull, whispering my name like a curse. Like a lullaby. Like a fu.cking promise I never asked for.
And when he came-
When he came all over my sheets-my goddamn sheets-with my name on his lips like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to earth, I snapped.
The trance shattered.
The spell broke.
I bolted.
Out of the room. Out of the building. Past the stunned stares in the hallway, past doors and stairs and the suffocating heat of the academy.
I didn’t stop until the trees swallowed me whole.
Branches tore at my clothes like claws. The cold slapped my face and dried the tears I didn’t even know were falling. I ran until my legs buckled. Until my knees hit the dirt and my lungs screamed for air.
And then-I screamed.
I screamed so loud the birds scattered like ash in the sky. Summer whimpered in the back of my mind, tail tucked and silent for once.
I was a wreck.
Sweaty. Muddy. Shaking. Stupid.
What the fu.ck was wrong with me?
I was the daughter of the Golden Wolf. A Golden Wolf myself. I was supposed to be strong. Unshakable. A goddamn legacy. I wasn’t supposed to fall apart because of two reckless, arrogant assholes with tattoos, bad-boy charm, and dangerous smiles that slipped under my skin like knives.
They couldn’t touch me.
I wouldn’t let them.
I slammed my fists into the dirt until pain flared bright behind my eyes. Until I could breathe again. Until the heat in my core dulled to a low, traitorous ache.
Summer whimpered again. ‘You’re a bummer,’ she muttered, sulking like a child. ‘We could’ve had fun.’
‘Fun?’ I spat, jaw tight. ‘That wasn’t fun. That was madness. Reckless. Stupid. Dangerous.’
‘It was hot,’ she countered. ‘One of them could be our mate.’
My breath caught.
Dalton.
Derrick.
One of them. Maybe both.
No. No. No.
I buried my face in my hands, heart thrashing like it wanted out of my chest. ‘You don’t know that, I snapped. ‘We could be mated to Reyes or-Goddess forbid-the Hollowed Moon twins!
We have no idea. And we’re acting like some bitch in heat?!’
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