My eyes narrowed as I stared at the bed.
Kyren.
But… why? Why was Kyren’s scent on my bed? Had he been sleeping with me?
I stumbled backward, falling onto my mattress as the realization consumed me. I should feel angry. I should feel… violated. I should feel completely and utterly violated by Kyren’s presence in my bed without permission. And yet, I couldn’t push away the feeling of contentment.
Since I’d gotten here, my nightmares hadn’t been as frequent and, when I had them like last night, they were barely a blip in my mind before something… someone chased them away.
I huffed a laugh. Well, now I knew who that someone was.
I dragged my hands over my face and through my hair as I breathed in. Kyren has been sleeping next to me every night since I started school. I’m dating his human servant who…
Flashes of last night came back to me.
Tate pressing me against the bar, his fingers thrusting inside me, rubbing, pushing me toward the edge, all while Kyren’s fangs sank into my wrist.
My finger stroked over my wrists, where the evidence of what had happened last night no longer existed.
Every vampire that had ever bitten me barely had a taste before I put a stake through their hearts. I’d only ever felt it as pain. To have Kyren feed on me while Tate…
My face heated, and my thighs pressed together. The thought of doing it again pushed against my mind.
I shoved the desire down and worked on getting dressed. Halfway through pulling my shirt on, my phone went off. Knowing only a few people would be calling me right now, I growled and snatched it up, answering without look at it.
“Yes?”
“My office. Now.” The phone hung up.
I glared at the phone, shoving it into my pocket as I muttered to myself. “Now, Jack. Here, Jack. Why don’t you hold my dick while I fuck you over, Jack?”
“Having a pleasant chat?”
I spun around, my lips curling in a shy smile as I saw Tate. Dragging my teeth over my lip, I ducked my head. “Hi, you heard that?”
“Oh, yeah.” Tate’s grin spread wide as he stepped up to me. His hands slid over my waist as he lowered his face to mine. As he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue slipped inside, deepening the kiss until all I wanted to do was pull him onto the bed with me.
My phone dinged.
I groaned and pulled away. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Wait.” Tate kissed me again. “Don’t go. Let’s stay here.”
“I can’t,” I laughed, pressing my hands to his chest and stepping back, swiping my hand over my mouth. “I have a meeting with my advisor.”
“Blow it off.” Tate reached for me.
Ducking his grabby hands, I grinned at him. “You’ll see me tonight. You can wait a few more hours.”
Tate lifted his fingers to his lips, licking one and then the other, hungry eyes on me. “I don’t know if can. I’m a bit addicted now.”
“Oh, yeah?” I grinned, backing up against the door.
His hand braced over my head, fingers pinching my chin. “Oh, princess, from the moment I saw you kick those wolves’ asses, I’ve been addicted to you. Your smile. Your laugh. That innocence buried beneath your hard exterior.” He leaned in until our lips brushed. “So, maybe we start our date at the end and work our way backward?”
I pulled my chin from his grasp, laughing. “Fucking hell, Tate. You act like I kicked a puppy by making you wait a few hours.”
“Fine. I see how it is.” Tate pouted and allowed me to push him away. “Your advisor is more important.”
