“Just break her arms or something, so we can go back to my dorm before class.” I hear Jessica’s snide voice behind me, and I take a couple of steps closer to Coal. Sure, he hates me and makes my life hell, but I’m probably less likely to end up dead with him. He won’t let her hurt me. He likesto be the one tormenting me or watching his best friend do it.
“Fuck off, Jessica,” Coal snaps, not even looking at her. I’m close enough for him to pull me into his lap now, and I don’t fight it when he tugs me down. I keep my hands on my thighs, and my back rigid. I don't want any more of my body touching him than it has to. I don’t miss how his firm leg feels under my ass, or that Quil scoots closer beside me. My legs are too short to touch the floor between Coal’s spread thighs, so he adjusts me, scooting me closer to his body. One arm is wrapped around my back, gripping my hip, and the other is holding my thigh tightly.
I tug on my skirt, so I’m not showing so much skin. I don’t want to flash Coal or anyone else at this table, but Coal swats my hand away. I nearly swat him back, before I remember my place. He notices, leaning in to whisper in my ear. I jolt when he drags his teeth over my lobe, whispering.
“Good girl.” His quiet voice sends shivers down my body and straight between my thighs.
“Feed me,” Coal demands. I look down at the tray of food and sigh. Why he insists on things like this, I will never understand. What does my hand feeding him prove? That he’s a toddler who can’t feed himself? I have to resist the urge to smirk at that thought.
I pick up the fork and try to stab a grape when Coal pinches my side painfully, making me jump.
Fuck.
I shift in his lap and snap my head around to stare at him. I can feel the fucker’s dick getting hard under my ass, and I refrain from wiggling. It’ll only make his dick harder, and I’m doing my best to ignore my body's reaction to him, not make it worse. If my scent gives me away, I’ll be so pissed.
“What?” I ask, with more sass than is usually allowed. I stare at his lips, careful not to meet his eyes, but this really isn’t helping my body's reaction to him. I can’t help but wonder what it might feel like to bite that lip between my teeth… If he hadn’t stormed away, would he have been the one kneeling in front of me that day?
“No fork.”
I grind my teeth but do as he says, picking up the green grape with my fingers, and bring it to his mouth. He doesn’t open up until the grape is touching his lower lip. Before I can shove the fucking thing down his throat and pull my hand back, he grabs my wrist and holds my hand in place as he bites my fucking fingers. Not hard, but enough that my core clenches, as he drags his teeth over them. Why the fuck is that so erotic? He pushes one finger back in, this time, sucking it, and swirling his tongue around. My breath catches, and beside me, Quil grunts. Are they both imagining my finger is Quil’s cock? Or is that just me…
My stupid body is seriously twisted. I can tell it’s turning him on. I can feel just how hard he is now. I shift my weight, trying to move my ass away from his dick, but he holds me tighter to him. The tight grip on my hip only excites me more. As I picture the tight grip Quil had on Coal’s hips in the forest… I bite my lip as I try to pull my finger out of his mouth. He bites down harder, causing me to flinch at the pain.
“More,” he says, releasing me finally. As I reach for another grape, he swipes the hair off my shoulder, and whispers in my ear. “You’ll be in my dorm tonight, flower.” He bites my fucking neck so hard and suddenly that the gasp that escapes me can’t be stopped. “You like it when I punish you, don’t you?”
“No…” I protest, keeping my voice low. I won’t admit to anything. Even if he can see the lie in my face as I say it.
Someone wraps my hair around their fist, and I’m wrenched out of Coal's lap and thrown to the ground. My cheek slams into the floor, and my ears start to ring.
Fuck. That hurt. Instant throbbing headache. At first, I thought it was Quil until he’s wrapping his arms around me and lifting me off the floor.
I miss whatever Jessica is yelling at me, as my vision sways. I can’t help but rest my head against Quil's chest.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” Jessica screeches, as the pounding in my skull turns my stomach. Quil’s strong sandalwood scent fills me, and I sigh just a bit. It’s soothing. Fuck, I guess I really hit the floor hard, if I find anything about Quil soothing.
“She is not your Avowed to abuse, Jessica. If I want her punished, I will do it myself. Touch my property again, and I will consider it a challenge,” Coal roars. “Come on,” he says to Quil. Ugh. I didn’t even get to eat, and I still have to go to Combat with a pounding in my brain. Fucking Jessica.
Fucking bullshit. She knows I had no fucking choice. I’m not a threat to her. How could I be? I’m a Human, we aren’t even equals. If she wants to be pissed at someone, she can be pissed at Coal. She can have him, for all I fucking care!
Liar.
Delilah
I think I black out because when I open my eyes, which I don’t even remember closing, I’m in a dorm room. Coal’s cinnamon scent is so heavy in here that my heart races.
“What the fuck?” I sit up too quickly, my vision goes fuzzy, and I feel like throwing up. I jump to my feet and stumble into the adjoined bathroom and dry heave into the toilet.
“Gross,” I cough, then slump to the floor and look around as I catch my breath.
The towels and floor mats are black. The shower is all glass and massive, and there is a separate tub.
“Flower!” I hear Coal yell for me and cringe. The fucker’s girlfriend gave me a concussion, and he’s yelling at me?
“In here, Coal,” I say in a bored tone, not bothering to get up off the floor or raise my voice. He can hear me justfine, and if he couldn’t, he could scent me. The yelling is entirely unnecessary.
“What the fuck are you doing in…” he pauses when he sees me on the floor.
“Concussion,” I offer simply, pointing to my aching head. “Can I please go rest in my dorm?” I ask, hoping he’ll be too bored with me to force me to stay here tonight. What fun will I be if I puke on him repeatedly? Not fun enough to fuck with, I’m sure. Coal walks across the room and crouches down in front of me.
