This year was supposed to be different.Iwas supposed to be different.
But as Violet leaned over to grab my books, as she touched my hand... I couldn’t help caving in.
I’m so fucking weak. Give me and my cock a beautiful woman with thick thighs who blushes far too easily at just the touch of my fingertips... and hell, I’m a fucking goner.
Which is why I know I need to stay as far away from thisVioletas possible.
I can’t let the past repeat itself. I won’t let the past repeat itself.
I storm down the hall, knowing exactly what I need to do to put Delaney’s new protégé out of my mind.
I’m not the only one who’s messed shit up over the last year.
Delaney Caldecott, like me, is a legacy student. We both come from a long like of powerful ancestry, therefore Blackthorn was always end game for us.
But as powerful as Delaney and I both are, we aren’t without our faults.
A woman died because of me, and a woman lost her powers because of Delaney.
Honestly, I’m surprised Blackthorn let her back this year, given the circumstances, let alone stuck a brand new first year in her proximity.
What if history repeated itself?
What if she is some pretty-faced psychopath who will try and drain Violet like she did her last roommate?
A strange sense of possessiveness overwhelmed me at the thought of anyone trying to hurt Violet. Rage fueled within me, and I knew it was irrational, but it was intense all the same.
I barely even knew this woman. All we’d shared was amoment, a clumsy, ill-fated moment in which just being in her presence, just touching her had caused me to consider breaking my long-standing celibacy on the spot.
I’d wanted nothing more than to grab her.
To covet her to myself and lose myself within her...
I pushed the wild thoughts aside, for the thought of really losing myself in anyone again was a dangerous road to travel.
Though the intensity of that desire—to be buried inside her warmth, to dig my fingers into the side of her thighs—was almost as maddening as the first time I’d gone into my initial heat.
It wasn’t even this intense a feeling with Anne...
You’re only trying to come up with some scenario in which you’re the hero of Violet’s dreams because you’re all keyed up. Once you’ve taken care of things, you’ll be fine. It’s a natural reaction to desire, you know this.
Just do what you need to and you’ll be back to normal...
I hoped that was the case. I dodged my way through some stragglers until I’d made it to the bookshelf at the end of the main entrance.
Most of the newer students weren’t legacies like Delaney and I, therefore they didn’t know about the secret passage our ancestors did, which was kindly passed down to all of us legacies. Like a secret society of mysticals. And to be honest, most of the staff either didn’t know or they chose to look the other way, because no one ever bothered me or any of the other legacies if we were down there. Not that I had ever seen anyone other than Delaney and Norman down there, and that was only once, last year.
Together.
I shuddered at the memory. All those tentacles...
Gross.
While Delaney and Norman played Kraken Twister, I preferred the isolation of what I like to callthe dungeonfor less sexy reasons. It was well and truly one of the only places in the academy I could be truly alone with myself and my thoughts.
And where I could let my desires run free without interruption.
Okay, I have used the privacy to jack off every now and then, but last year I hardly needed to, being tied up with Anne and all... for the modicum of time we were actually together.
