“Acting recklessly and putting yourself in danger,” he retorts, his eyes shimmering with an emotion I can’t quite place.
“What I do is none of your business,” I insist, and he snorts.
“Yes it is.”
I try to step back, but his hold on me is unwavering. I drop my hands from my towel to his shoulders, ready to shove off him as hard as I can, but hetugs at the towel, revealing my breasts as it flutters to the floor.
His fingers flex at my waist again and I gape down at him, watching in disbelief as he leans forward, wrapping his lips around my right nipple, all while his eyes remain fixed on mine. I bite back a groan as his tongue dances around my taut peak before he sinks his teeth into my flesh, making me yelp.
“Say you’re sorry for causing harm to what’s mine,” he orders, and I scoff in disbelief, despite the goosebumps skating over my skin from his touch.
“I’m not yours,” I breathe as he reaches for my left nipple, repeating the same process. “Rion.” I can’t think. All I can do is feel him and watch him take yet give so effortlessly.
“Don’t act like I won’t find your cunt dripping for me,” he rasps, his lips dragging over my pebbled nipple, and my thighs clench in agreement, despite the protest on the tip of my tongue.
I shake my head. “You’re a lunatic.”
His grin is sinister now. “Takes one to know one.”
Before I can think of something witty to say back, his right hand runs down my knee before running up my thigh toward the apex as I silently scream his name.
I don’t stop him. I don’t bat him away. I can’t. It feels like it would be a crime.
I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers graze my pussy. He leans his chin against my stomach and I relish in the skin on skin contact as he looks up at me.
“This is all about making up, Petal. There’s no being gentle right now. We’ll save that for later. I?—”
A knock rattles the door behind me, cutting him off as he curses under his breath. “Fuck off, we’re busy,” he snaps, his fingers gliding through the wetness already building at my core, but whoever is on the other side doesn’t take the hint. Instead, the knocking becomes more persistent.
With another curse under his breath, his hand retracts and I heave a sigh of disappointment as he stands. He heads for the door, but not before bringing his hands to his lips to run my essence over his tongue and pick up my towel to put it back in place.
I gape at him as he goes, my pulse thundering in my ears as I try to understand what on Earth is going on, when he opens the door to reveal Professor Morton.
Seeing her is like throwing a bucket of ice water over the moment and I take a deep breath, shaking Rion’s magical presence off me as I turn my attentionto her while reminding myself that I’m supposed to be mad at the wolf in question.
She’s the professor assigned to Institute Thirteen, who greeted me when I first arrived. It’s odd how I haven’t seen her again until now. Apart from that one time she approached Kael, and?—
“What can we do for you, Professor? We?—”
She lifts her hand, cutting him off as her eyes lock on mine. “The Sanctum has demanded your presence, Miss Blackwood. Now.”
SIX
ELODIE
Nerves threaten to get the better of me as I exit the closet in the first clothes I could find. Ocean’s. I hope she doesn’t mind. I know I’ll owe her again, but like hell am I standing before The Sanctum in my uniform. All that does is serve to remind everyone that they have superiority over me. I’d rather pay my friend back than give them a single ounce of more control over me.
The yoga pants are an inch too short, but the cream sweater is like a safety blanket. The socks, however, are definitely not the same shade of black, but that’s a problem for later.
Professor Morton stares at me expectantly as I rake my damp hair back off my face into a ponytail. “Time is of the essence, Miss Blackwood,” shestates, giving me a pointed look, and I know my tight smile falls short.
I don’t bother to mumble an apology. It’s not like she’s expecting one.
“Are you not hearing me?” Rion hisses from his spot by the door. His arms are folded over his chest as his nostrils flare. Not at me; at her.
“I’ve told you more than once now, Rion. It’s not up to you, and it’s not up to me. You know that.”
I roll my eyes at their bickering, which continues to rise in intensity with each back and forth between them. It’s all I’ve heard since I darted into the closet to get dressed before she could try to take me to The Sanctum in just a towel.
