Despite my obvious attraction to Adrien—who seemed to tolerate me, at best—he hadn’t really given me any indication other than staring at my mouth, that he felt any similar attraction. I know it’s not logical to form an attachment so soon, and even attraction itself can be a slow burn and not always a wildfire. Perhaps somethingwasthere, something that may still be there, but without time and proper nourishment, it simply won’t grow. I’m not saying I think Adrien is my mate, but… maybe he could be?
If I had only been patient and not thrown myself at Wesley in the midst of my heat.
My gaze settles on the statue of Welsey; unmoving as he is, staring out into the darkness.
Is that why Adrien looked as if he was about to cry? Because I was kissing Wesley instead of him, as he wanted?
Or was it something else? Were they friends, and he confided in Wesley? About this desire? A startling thought permeates through me as I realize it was notmeAdrien was looking at. Yes, he glared at me, but…
He’d toldWesleyhe needed space.
Perhaps… they weremorethan friends?
I realize I don’t know much about either of these men—who they are, what they desire. I barely know anything about myself, it seems. And that is when the hurricane hits me and the first sob tearsfrom my body.
Wesley turns to look at me, his eyes full of tears, and it is all I can do to give him my back and run to my room, where I am safe.
Where the sight of Wesley’s heartbroken expression will likely haunt me forever.
Eleven
Adrien
Iknew this day would come. But I was not prepared for it to come so soon. And I certainly wasn’t prepared for how I reacted, either.
I walk aimlessly through the campus grounds, since the gym is locked up and the bar and restaurant are closed. The campus itself is quiet, and though I could probably get in trouble for being out this late, I don’t think there's anyone awake to know, so I ration it’s fine. I operate best in the shadows, it seems. Darkness is peaceful, still. It’s the only constant in my life, it feels like.
It’s where I do my best thinking.
I should be angry at Wesley for kissingher.Ivy Reign. I should want to tear her limb from limb for trying to steal what’smine.
He’s not yours, Adrien, you know that.
I huff out an annoyed grunt as my mind tries to be logical,rational.
When this—this situation, with Wesley—when it started, two years ago we were both upfront about attachments. Wesley only wanted to sate his heat, the same way he always has, and I only wanted to help the guy out, and yeah, maybe I washelpingbecause it was benefitting me, too.
But somewhere along the line, things changed and I fucking fell in love with Prince Wesley Castor. I did exactly what I promised myself I wouldn’t do.
And now I’m in too deep with Wesley. I’m so deep I might as well be six feet under.
I know I should be angry with him. Withher.I should be downright pissed that Ivy Reign walks into our fucking dorm with her sparkling red eyes and that luscious pout and flashes those long eyelashes and suddenly Wesley’s dick has done a fucking one eighty.
And make no mistake, I am pissed, but I also can’t deny the hardness throbbing in my pants right now because I’ve kissed Wesley a hundred times and he’sneverkissed me like he was kissing her. And I fuckinglikedhow he kissed her, and I found myself wondering if I kissed her, if she would taste like him.
I wondered what her mouth would feel like on mine—would it be like smooth warm sugar and promises I can’t fucking keep? Would she open her mouth for me the way he does? The way she does forhim?
I’ve never fantasized about kissing a woman in my twenty-six years of existence, but for the briefest second, I wondered what it would be like to kiss her and that wasalmost as terrifying and arousing as thesightof him kissing her like he couldn’t fuckingbreathewithout her tongue in his bloody mouth.
I could smell their combined bloodheat like poisonous gas; thickening the air.
My body responded of its own accord to the familiar scent of Wesley, and the still new, still confusing scent of Ivy. And together, it was something so much more intoxicating than it should have been. Sugar, spice, and decidedly everything not so fucking nice.
I grab my cock, trying to still the sudden arousal their scent has seemingly thrown me into.
“No, Adrien. That is a bad fucking idea.”
I can’t think about coming right now. Not when my bloody heart feels like it’s going to explode out my damn chest and my fangs hurt like hell.
