“It isn’t just your beauty, although, look at you,” I wave my arm at her form beside me. “How lucky could a guy be?” I grin. “Your scent haunts my dreams in the most delicious of ways, Nyx. I never imagined finding anyone I’d feel safe and happy with, but you changed all that. Even if we don’t know each other.”
Her lips press between her teeth a moment. “I want to know you, Zephyr. Can we spend time together?”
Pure elation coursed through my veins.
She wants to know me. Wants to be near me.
My vision swimming, I nod at her, yes, but don’t trust my voice.
She releases a relieved laugh. “I’m so glad.” Her smile is brilliant. “I thought you’d resigned yourself to always creeping in the shadows.”
Well, that made me wince a bit.
“Would you…” My voice trails, and I purse my lips. Perhaps this is too big of an ask.
Fuck it.
“Would you exchange clothing with me?”
I want her scent with me, in my room, in my bed. When I dream of her scent, I want to wake with it right beneath my nose.
She blinks in surprise, then in a beat, rises from the bench. “Absolutely.”
Hardly daring to believe this is reality, I rise to my feet beside her, noticing just how much larger I am than this small young woman.
She grabs her tablet, then reaches her free hand out to me. I tentatively slide my palm against hers, slowly grazing our skin together, and a shiver rolls through me.
“Come on,” she says, twining our fingers and giving me a tug forward.
Her hand feels so delicate in mine as she leads the way back into the looming castle they call a school, through the back door, and to the stairs. As she climbs, never releasing my hand, I watch her round arse sway in front of me, and universe, the control it takes me not to reach out and rub my face against it.
This woman brings out desires in me I’ve never experienced.
When we reach the third floor, I let her guide me to her dorm room, although I know precisely where it is. Once there, she regretfully releases my fingers.
“I’ll just be a second.” She smiles up at me before disappearing into her room, and I know my responding grin is more than goofy.
She did not exaggerate, as the door swings back open a blink later, her blue tee shirt replaced with a black one, and she’s still pulling her hair from under the collar as she walks through the door. When she hands me the blue fabric she’d been wearing, I pull it to my face, elation coursing through me as I inhale deeplyof her rainy autumn afternoon scent, and swallow the whine that threatens to escape my chest.
When I peer at her over the shirt, her eyes are wide, lips parted but silent.
That’s when I grab the back of my white tee and pull it over my head, shake the hair from my eyes as I hand it to her.
Nyx’s mouth opens a little wider as her eyes rove over my bare torso, and pride wells inside me when she bites her lip, her gaze growing hooded before she hugs my shirt to her chest.
The thought of my scent on her elicits more of those desires I’ve never felt before. Dangerous ideas of pushing her into her room and locking the door behind us. Taking her. Marking her.
But even as these thoughts flood my mind, and her perfume increases to meet mine, I’m reminded of all the things I wish I could do for her, but can’t.
And I have to live with that. Forever.
Erich
What fresh hell is this?
Nyx stands outside her dorm flashing goo-goo eyes at that crazed Omega from Tenebrosa. And he’s standing there, shirtless, with a swath of blue cloth in his grasp.
When he turns toward me on his heel, our gazes meet, and those pale purple eyes sparkle with challenge, a pink tongue runs across his full bottom lip before he grins wildly. The knock on my shoulder as he passes is rough enough to rock my upper body, that cherry-lilac scent of his, enveloped by Nyx’s familiar, soothing perfume, fills my lungs.
