I had a feeling it wasn’t going to turn out well for him no matter which way he went.
And… yeah, I did want to help him, or rather, help everyone here, if I could. But let’s be honest. I was still so very new to all of this. What could I really do to help at this point?
I grabbed some dinner, which I took back to my room. I ate while trying to study, but I couldn’t concentrate. My thoughts kept circling around to one guy or another, or how messed up this world was and how much I wanted to fix things, or the growing mystery of who I really was.
Eventually I gave up and collapsed onto my bed.
That’s where Myel found me.
“Izzy, what’s wr?—?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
And we didn’t. We had sex, sating the bond, then he slept with me. Yet despite the soothing comfort he exuded, I still found my thoughts swirling, unable to settle. Sleep didn’t come easily. Which meant I wasn’t particularly rested the next day. My first day off and I was a grumpy sourpuss.
Way to ruin the weekend.
AMARHUK (ROOK)
I’d stayedout late at The Bower — the on-campus bar — last night, so I wouldn’t have to suffer through any of Izzy’s sexual escapades with whoever she’d gotten herself bonded to. I may have also had too much to drink and was still paying for it as I knocked on Izzy’s door early in the afternoon. I used the door in the hall, not the bathroom door, since this wasn’t a social call.
“Time for your extra study,” I called out.
It didn’t take long for Izzy to open the door. She looked tired and mildly put out.
“Should we do it here or somewhere else?” she asked with a huff.
For half-a-heartbeat, I thought she was talking about sex. It didn’t help that she was dressed to kill. To be fair, Izzy would look smoking hot in a sack, but her hip-hugging pants made my cock stir and her dark blue blouse, which set off the deeper blue in her eyes, made my heartrate spike.
Blazes! What was it with this woman? Why did I want her so damned badly?
Even exhausted and upset, with no makeup on, shestimulated me more than any of the done-up dolls at the bar last night.
“Wherever you’re most comfortable.” Whether we were talking about sex or study, it was the right answer.
Her eyes narrowed. Her expression grew dark. “You’re thinking about sex.”
“Anyone who sees you and doesn’t is dead, gay, or female. Scratch that, your hips in those pants would raise the dead, your eyes would swayanyman, and I know more than a few women who’d jump you without a second thought.”
She blinked.
Then she gave a little laugh, smiling as she shook her head. With that simple shift, the fatigue seemed to vanish from her, like sun coming out from behind dark clouds.
“If we stay here, you’re just going to flirt the entire time, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but to be fair, flirting and study are not mutually exclusive, and I’d flirt just as hard in public. I’m shameless.”
“Not sure I have the stamina to put up with you while people are watching. Come on in.”
She closed the door behind me as I took in her room. Of most interest was the high-end computer on her desk. The school wasn’t all that charitable to those from the human realm who were forced to study here. They were given a tiny stipend, barely enough to live off and certainly not enough to afford toys like that.
“Where’d you get the new computer?” I asked, trying to sound innocent and curious, not digging for information.
“From one of mymanyparamours,” she quipped as she sat at the desk and brought the magical machine to life.
It wasn’t that I doubted shecouldhave many paramours, just the likelihood of her accumulating a vast group in onlya few days. Though she’d bonded to someone in that time, so…
Isowanted to ask her about her sex life — I was part incubus, it’s what we did — but I restrained myself.
