I could just imagine the comments she’d make. “Like mother, like daughter.”
I tried to repress the shudder that went through me, but Kyren noticed.
“Cold?” His arm wrapped around my shoulders, pressing me closer to his side.
I shook my head. “No, just a sudden chill.”
Kyren hummed and brushed my braided hair over one shoulder to press his lips to the side of my neck. I was still getting used to this sudden change in him. Where he used towatch me from a distance, it seemed now that he had permission to touch me, he couldn’t get enough.
Not that I was complaining, but it was still a bit overwhelming in some ways.
Xinyi sighed, hearts in her eyes. “I miss new love.” Her eyes flickered to Iris and frowned. “How come you don’t try to warm me up when I’m cold anymore? Don’t you love me anymore?”
Iris sighed and then wrapped her hand around Xinyi’s throat, her voice low against the side of her face. She murmured salacious words meant for Xinyi alone but unable to miss with our supernatural hearing. Giving them a faux sense of privacy, I dipped my face over my food, pretending I couldn’t hear her.
Not everyone cared about their privacy, though.
“That sounds like a good idea,” Tate chuckled, a hand on my thigh underneath my skirt that inched higher with each word. Ever since I put it on this morning, thinking it would quell the ache I felt from last night, he’d been obsessed with touching my legs. “I bet we can get that heart rate of yours pumping, chase away that cold chill. Don’t you think, Kyren?”
Before Kyren could answer, I stood abruptly. “Okay, I’m full. Time for class. See you later.” I grabbed my bag and bolted toward the cafeteria door, Tate’s laughter chasing after me.
When I reached the stairwell, a hand reached out and grabbed me, pressing me up against a wall, beneath the stairwell. I tensed, ready to attack, when a familiar copper-skinned, handsome face appeared before me.
“Kyren? How did you beat me here?” I panted, the fight slowly leaving me.
He simply stroked the side of my face with his shadows.
“Oh.” I eyed the shadows curiously.
I didn’t know how exactly his powers worked — none of my dads had powers like his. Most of theirs revolved around controlling someone with their eyes or voice. While there wasalso Rayne’s mind reading and Marcus being able to move the ground beneath our literal feet, there was also Wynn with a power that I was sure my mom appreciated but grossed me out. The power to pleasure someone without a touch seemed more like a storybook succubus type power than a vampire’s, in my opinion.
“We should really get to class,” I reminded Kyren, moving to sidestep him.
Kyren shifted with me, his body closing in, pressing fully against mine. His eyes dipped to my lips before lifting back up. His hand lifted with his gaze to wrap gently around my throat.
I stood there, letting him touch me, wondering if lunch had made him peckish. A part of me wondered what the other hunters would think of me now, letting a vampire feed on me, almost desperate for it with how they’d trained me to expect pleasure with the pain.
It was that promise that had me only hesitating for a moment before giving into him.
“Kyren,” I breathed out, my pulse racing the longer he stared at me. “Please.”
Something dark flickered across his eyes before it was gone. A moment later, he pressed his thigh between mine, up and against my core.
A mixture of a moan and wince came from me, still a bit sore from Tate last night. I shifted in place, the movement rubbing his thigh against me through the thin material of my panties. Of all the days, I chose to wear the one skirt I owned.
“I want him to smell me on you.” Kyren whispered the words darkly in my ear.
I blinked, taking a moment to realize who exactlyhewas before answering. “You don’t have to be jealous of him. We’re nothing.”
“So was I,” Kyren ground his thigh against me, making me whimper, “and yet here I am.” His tongue licked a line up my throat. “So wet for me, already.”
“Someone will see,” I argued, though the way I pulsed between my thighs didn’t seem to care.
“Not if you’re quiet,” Kyren murmured against my lips, before flipping me around, my face pressed to the cold wall. “Hands on the wall.”
My lips pressed tightly together as I did what he said. Then, either by his hands or his shadows, my hips were pulled back, until I was offering my ass up to him. Shadows trailed up my thighs like fingers, stroking, dipping beneath my clothes to tease me.
Kyren lifted my skirt, hooked his fingers in the center of my panties, and dragged them down my legs. The cool air of the stairwell made me gasp, then something blunt pressed against my entrance.
