Because all I can think about is Vex, his eyes on me, the hunger in them, the way his hands felt on my skin.The way he looked at me as though he wanted to tear the world apart just to get closer.
The mark on my shoulder burns suddenly, cold fire racing down my arm, and I bite back a gasp.It’s been doing that more and more, reacting to my emotions, to my fear, to my...arousal.
Shit.
I move to the bed, and lie down on my back, staring at the ceiling.My body is thrumming with unfulfilled need, every nerve ending alive and aching.I shouldn’t.It’s wrong.Dangerous.
But my hand is sliding beneath the waistband of my sleep pants before I can stop it.
I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing.I bite down on my lower lip, hard, as my fingers find my clit, circling slowly.In my mind, it’s not my hand but his, cold and sure and knowing exactly what I need.His mouth on mine again, his fangs scraping against my throat, his body pressing me into the mattress.
My breath comes faster, and I have to press my free hand over my mouth to keep quiet.The walls are thin.He said the walls are thin.He’ll hear.
The thought should make me stop.
It doesn’t.
I work myself faster, chasing the release building at the base of my spine.My hips rock against my hand, and I imagine it’s him between my thighs, his mouth replacing my fingers, his eyes glowing white in the darkness as he takes me apart piece by piece.
The orgasm hits me like lightning, sharp and devastating, and I have to bite down on my palm to keep from crying out.Pleasure crashes through me in waves, leaving me gasping and shaking and utterly wrecked.
When it finally fades, I lie there in the darkness, my heart still racing, and I swear I hear it.
A sound from the room next door.Low and guttural and full of barely restrained violence.
A fist slamming into a wall.
And I know, with absolute certainty, Vex heard every second of it.He’s in his room right now, fighting every instinct he has not to break down the door between us and finish what we started.
The walls are thin, he said.
God help us both.
Because I don’t think either of us is strong enough to resist this much longer.
And when we finally give in, when the last threads of control snap, the world is going to burn.
Idon’t sleep the restof the night.
Neither does he.
I can hear him pacing in the room next door, restless and feral, the floorboards creaking under his weight.Every sound is torture, a reminder of how close he is.How much I want him.How dangerous that want is.
When dawn finally breaks and pale light begins to filter through the curtains, I sit on the edge of the bed and stare out at the compound below.
A knock sounds on the door.Firm.Controlled.I know who it is before he speaks.
“Blade wants everyone in the common room in twenty minutes,” Vex says through the door, his voice carefully neutral.“Club meeting.”
“Okay,” I call back, proud of how steady my voice sounds.
Silence.Then: “You okay?”
No.Not even close.
“I’m fine.”
I climb out of bed, grabbing clean clothes from my duffel bag.Twenty minutes.
