Her hand touched my shoulder, soft, tentative.
I spun and had her in my arms in an instant, my lips pressed to hers, drinking in her delicious cinnamon and apple scent as she moulded against me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Her hips rocked against my ragingly hard cock, enticing,teasing, tempting. I’d never met a non-succubus who was so sensuous and responsive. I’d never met any woman who destroyed my control like Izzy did.
She gave an odd sound, then pushed back forcefully. “No! I’m still mad at you!”
“Your body says otherwise,” I breathed.
“My body doesn’t know what it wants and needs to be punished.”
I groaned. The image of some pain-play with Izzy flitted through my mind and nearly did me in.
I must have grinned.
“You’re insufferable,” she mumbled, pulling out of reach. She didn’t go far though, and the heady flush on her cheeks told me she’d felt the connection we’d shared.
A connection she didn’t want.
A connection I didn’t want.
A connection herotherlover probably didn’t want.
“Just… go,” she muttered. “Forget about the bond thing.”
“I will,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure I could. Every time she banged the guy I’d feel it. And that, if anything, was the one reason Ishouldhelp her.
I left, but didn’t go back to my room.
There were any number of other willing ladies on campus and right now I needed one or more of them. Though I had a sneaking suspicion, nothing and no one would ever fully distract me from Izzy.
And that was dangerous territory for me.
IZZY
Why didRook have to be so damned… hot! And sinfully delicious,sucha good kisser.
Oh… right, he was a sex demon,that’swhy.
If he’d beenonlythat, I might have been able to forget about him. But he was also a good teacher and maybe even… a friend? He’d healed me, comforted me, helped me, when so few others here would.
But… why?
It was clear he was still interested in me, but I’d thought we’d made it clear to each other that first time, we both wanted one night and nothing more. Not that I’d turn down more life-altering sex… once I’d forgiven him, that was.
But I had a feeling he wanted more.
And a part of me did too.
And that wasn’t a good sign. If I let him in — letanyonein — I’d just be setting myself up for pain and suffering. Rook might move on, Vyns might be lying, Myel might die…
Huh… what would happen to me if Myel died? I had a feeling losing a bondmate wasn’t a good thing. I should ask Myel.
A shiver raced down my spine.
I shook it off, time for more pleasant thoughts… like shopping… and syphoning more money off of my arch-rival.
I called Vyns.
