Though Wyatt looks like an angel, he is quite a devil when he opens his mouth.
But Wesley… he looks like a demon if I ever saw one. Deep, sapphire blue eyes—the eyes from my dreams—and hair as black as night. Where Wyatt is clean-shaven and pretty, Wesley is…
Dark. Inviting. Beautiful in his own right. And the moment I touched him…
I’ve never felt pure power likethat.My powers are not fully formed, for one, so even the magic I can feel isn’t all-consuming. But Wesley… his energy was unlike anything I’ve ever felt as it carried through me like an electric current, striking me like lightning in my chest and deep in my soul.
And I would be remiss to write off the fact that the energy stirred my bloodheat.
Desire culminated inside me as visions plagued my psyche. Of those deep blue eyes staring up at me, fangs glinting in the light. Of bitter tongues lashing out at me and licking my flesh in the same breath. Of blood and…sex.
The mesh of bodies undulating like waves, thick white ropes marking flesh, mixing with the deep crimson rivers of blood.
I could feel my orgasm on the brink and then he simply let go. He turned away and my insides ached, angry that he was taking our satisfaction with him like it truly belonged to him.
And now I stand here, with hot, wet thighs and a beating heart, my bloodheat echoing in my brain to go after him and?—
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Adrien grumbles. “Probably ate something that didn’t agree with him.”
I don’t miss the bitterness in his voice, but there is also a comfort there.
“Come on, we’re going to be late,” Chloe says, and I let out a sigh.
I catch Adrien’s gaze. He’s staring at me intently.
“I hope it wasn’t something I said,” I mewl as I let her drag me. Adrien lets out a deep sigh as he follows us.
Chloe mutters something incoherent under her breath.
“Doubt it,” Adrien bites, flanking me on the other side of Chloe. We move through the halls, Chloe setting the fast pace.
“I mean, you only just met the guy, right? You don’t even know him well enough to piss him off yet.”
“And there’s the grumpy asshole we all know and love,” Chloe chides, and I look at her smirk, feeling a half-hearted smile of my own form.
“Fuck you, Chloe,” Adrien snaps.
She coos dramatically.
“If you gave me a chance, Adrien, I would fuck you into next week.”
He growls and flips her his middle finger.
“No thanks,” he says with heavy sarcasm. “You’re not my type.”
The fiery energy I felt last night reemerges as I look up at him, my cheeks heating from the implication.
At Chloe’s words, I can’t help but envision Adrien without his clothes on. It’s not hard, considering he’s once again shirtless and gleaming with sweat, and his pants are hanging off his hips rather deliciously.
“See, that’s the thing, babe. You don’t know what your type is unless you try it first.” She sticks her tongue out.
Adrien rolls his eyes. “Do us all a favor and don’t listen to anything she tells you, okay?”
I let out a chuckle as he raises an eyebrow. “All the dick has rotted her fucking brain.”
We arrive outside the gym, and I can’t help but smirk as she shoves him.
“You’re just jealous,” she taunts.
