By the time class is over, I find myself on edge in more ways than one.
“So where you headed next, chicky-boo?” Chloe chimes, and I watch with bated breath as Ivy grabs hersmall black bag. She looks demurely at Chloe, then at me.
Her cheeks pinken again and my cock twitches, knowing it’s because of her blood rush.
The thought ofherblood rushing and heating other parts of her body makes my cock ache.
Fucking hell.
“Um… I think I have combat, actually,” she says nervously.
“Oh, no way! Me too!” Chloe says excitedly, linking her arm with Ivy’s as she guides her to the door, the motion driving Ivy past me. Her arm brushes mine and I have to fight the urge to grab myself, because once again, that energy ricochets through me, lighting up every nerve in my body and my overactive cock.
I move faster, needing to get ahead of them, needing to get somewhere where I can’t smell her sweet intoxicating scent, where I can breathe and?—
I don’t look where I’m going, so I run right into a solid mass and another intoxicating scent hits me.
I look up in alarm, my cock responding to the earthy scent of Adrien’s cologne, to the solidness of his warm chest. I realize he’s not wearing a shirt, and his golden skin gleams from the sweat and I have the urge to come. I can’t do that. Not now, not here, not?—
“You okay, Wes?” he asks, his deep rumble not helping the weird energy circulating through me.
“F-fine,” I say and then Ifeelthe air around us shift. He tenses, hisbody going rigid.
“Well, well, look what the bat dragged in,” Adrien mutters as Ivy sucks in a breath.
“Adrien—”
Hearing his name on her tongue is my undoing. I am suddenly accosted with images in my psyche that make perfect sense—Adrien and his warm chocolate eyes, his mouth on my neck, fangs grazing my skin. His cock buried deep inside me as he fills me. Her deep ruby eyes and lashes staringdownat me with a wonder that makes no sense. Her perfectly shaped mouth, and the way she looked at me…
Mouths on skin, fangs breaking through. Blood.
So much blood…
And that’s when I feel it. My orgasm hits me hard and fast. I look up at Adrien for the briefest second, panic hitting me, and then I run.
“Wesley—” Adrien calls out to me, but I can’t stop, I can’t turn around, and I definitely can’t look at him.
“Is he okay?” Ivy asks, her voice ringing like a bell, echoing around me, inside of me… all at once.
I don’t hear his answer to her, because I run as fast as I can out of that room, seeking refuge in the one place I feel safest.
Home. Our dorm.
Part of me wishes he’d come after me. That he’d catch me and hold me and tell me that everything’s going to be okay, because I have the strangest feeling that it isn’t.
Nothing is going to be okay. Something’s wrong. Everything is just fucking wrong right now.
And only when I get there, out of breath, do I open the door and take cover, locking it behind me. I fall to the ground, pulling my legs up to my chest as I brace the onslaught of guilt and embarrassment, and the undeniable truth that something is very wrong with me.
And I think it has everything to do with Princess Ivy Reign.
Nine
Ivy
“What’s his problem today?” Chloe mutters.
I blink, part of me wanting to go afterWesley Castor.There’s no mistaking that he’s a royal Castor. I can see the family resemblance even though he looks nothing like his brother in his features, they share the same bone structure, the same height and build.
