“Here, I’ll walk you.” Tate followed me out of the cafeteria, sliding his hand into mine. “Please don’t worry about what Xinyi said. Kyren wouldn’t let it get out of control or anything.”
“Kyren?” My brow arched. “Is he part of this group?”
If Kyren was part of the rebel group, then that would mean that Tate could die. My stomach twisted in knots at the thought. Already I was feeling torn between my feelings for Tate and my mission, and I didn’t like it.
“What?” Tate gaped. “No. He’s actively telling them to shut the fuck up.”
I nodded, letting him lead me toward my next class, Bloodlines and Dynamics.
A part of me sighed in relief. That was one less thing to worry about, not having to choose between my mission and the way I felt about Tate. I didn’t think it was something I would ever have to worry about. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten involved with him?
Tate was a distraction. One I didn’t need. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to let him go.
We stopped before my class, and I turned to him. “Alright, I’ll see you after class, yeah?”
Tate left me at my class with a toe-curling kiss and a promise of more after class.
If someone asked to test me on what was said in class today, then I would surely fail. My mind whirled with the information that Tate and Xinyi had given me.
I hadn’t learned anything new, no one to point fingers at. I had a vague direction to go in, that was all. The only thing I knew for certain was that there was a group of supernaturals who weren’t happy with the current leadership.
I had to talk to Julian.
But not right now.
Tate waited for me outside the classroom, his eyes on mine the moment he saw me. I barely registered the rest of the students walking by as he took my hand.
My insides buzzed with anticipation, eager to have his hands and mouth on me again. Tate led me through the school and back to the commons. We’d barely sat down on the couch before his mouth was on mine.
The others hanging around the commons barely existed in my head as I laid half across the couch, Tate flush between my jean-clad legs, as he plundered my mouth like he couldn’t get enough. My fingers searched beneath his shirt, needing skin, needing more.
I broke the kiss with a gasp. “Let’s go to our room.”
Tate kissed along my jaw, tilting my head to the side before his mouth found the side of my neck.
I moaned and arched into him, my nipples hard and sensitive as they rubbed against his chest. “Please, Tate.”
“Oh, I do so love hearing you beg.” He sucked my flesh between his teeth and hummed. “But I’ve got to get to class.”
I shook my head, my feet hooking around his calves. “No, you don’t. It’s… ah… mmm… almost dinner time.”
“Oh, then.” Tate lifted his head, his lip quirked up on one side casually, nor matching the heat in his eyes or the hardness pressed against my core. “I’m supposed to meet Kyren.”
“What? Now? But you… I… you can’t be serious.” I gaped at him, hands holding him to me.
“Sorry, princess.” Tate pecked my nose and disentangled himself from me. His dark eyes slid over my sprawled-out form, his nostrils flaring with each inhale. “I’ll see you later.”
Before I could protest any further, he was gone, leaving me a quivering mess of desire.
Huffing, I glared at anyone who looked my way on my way to the bathroom. I shoved through the door and slapped my hands down on the counter. I flicked the water on, splashing my face and neck. My breath came out in short pants, trying to calm my racing pulse and aching core.
The fucking werewolf was driving me wild. Every kiss set my skin on fire. Every touch made my insides slicken and tighten in need. This was what he did. He’d drive me into a frenzy, desperate for him to fuck me, and then he’d make some excuse and bail.
The rational part of my mind was telling me that I shouldn’t be worried about Tate and whether or not he was even attracted to me. With the hardness I’d felt, that clearly wasn’t the issue.
What I should be thinking about was my mission.
I’d been here almost a week now, and I had nothing to show for it. Well, not nothing. I grimaced at the hickey on my neck.
