I smirk and let out a chuckle at that. Petulant and mouthy.
What a combination for a princess. If I liked pussy, perhaps I’d find her appealing.
Lord knows I love a good attitude. I find the banter and challenge most desirable. Wesley likes to be sarcastic, too. Mostly because he knows the harder he pushes me, the rougher I will get with him behind closed doors. And that’s what he wants, because he is a little bloodslut if I ever met one.
I find myself wondering if Ivy is the same, and the thought nearly makes me stop in my tracks.
What the fuck?
I brush it off, intrusive thoughts be damned. I’m just tired, and I need to get some sleep.
“Asshole works. Or you can be a polite little princess and call me by my name. Adrien.”
“Adrien,” she murmurs, and I can’t help but feel a ripple in my blood, a warmth spreading in my chest. Probably just spasms and heat left over from my work out.
“Well, thank you, Adrien. For your assistance. It is greatly appreciated.”
“Mhmm,” I mutter as we approach the vampire dormitory. The lights are low, candles flickering in the foyer. I stop at the edge of the stairs, waiting for her to stop gawking and find her way to me.
But there is also a part of me that feels nostalgic at the way she looks at the room. I have been here for two years, so there is no newness or excitement left within me and there was not when I came here, either.
I came here with my fangs bared, my heart broken, and my cock starved. I came here alone, feeling as if I was being condemned for not being enough forthem.
And then I’d found Wesley, and everything just… changed.
I watch as she spins around, and finally she comes back to center, her gaze settling on me.
“Do you know your number?” I ask nonchalantly.
“Six,” she says, taking slow strides towards me.
“Over there.” I point to the other staircase, across from where I stand. She looks between it and me, her eyebrows furrowing.
“Would you walk me?” she asks, and I see the hint of fear in her face. The worry.
Something about that strikes me and as much as I don’t want to, I know I’m going to.
Because despite what people may think, I’m not an asshole. Most of the time, anyway.
“Fine,” I growl as I saunter over to her and lead the way. When we come to room six, we both stand there, frozen for a moment, the strangest tension between us. She looks up at me with those ruby eyes, searching my gaze for something I can’t quite place.
“Well, this is you,” I say, forcing a smile. She tucks some dark strands behind her ear.
“Yes,” she murmurs, her gaze drifting to my lips. Her cloying bloodheat hits me as she parts her lips, showcasing her sharp fangs. She licks them, her pupils dilating and I step back immediately because I know that look. I know what Ivy wants, and she’s barking up the wrong tree, for sure, and I’ve got enough problems on my own, without a bloody cock-thirsty vampiress on my case.
“Good night, Ivy,” I say, much harsher than I mean to. I don’t wait for her response. I turn around and give her my back, adjust my cock and head for my dorm.
Five
Adrien
When I open the door, I suck in a breath and close my eyes, letting it out slowly.
“Long night?” Wesley’s voice pulls me from my moment of weakness. Because that’s all it was, a moment of weakness spurred by my own spiraling, no doubt. I know that.
My monster was only responding to the princess’s bloodheat itself, not Ivy Reign.
It was a fluke, for sure. Prior to coming to this academy, I’d certainly been around my fair share of vampiresses, and in turn, I’d smelled their bloodheat on countless occasions and never once did my cock react the way it did to Ivy.
