Why am I offering to help anyone? What the fuck is happening right now?
You help her with the book, then help her out of her clothes. Win-win.
Will you fucking chill?Jesus Christ.
We’re warm-blooded, that’s literally impossible.
Her light footsteps trail behind mine as we weave through the stacks until finding her book.
“Thanks. What’s your name?”
“Ramsey.”
“Nyx,” she says, holding her hand out for me to shake, which of course the brainless lizard forces my hand to return.
“Nice to meet you,” I grit out, and struggle to let her go. I need to get the fuck out of here before I embarrass myself any further. “I should get back—” I begin, but then the scent of arousal permeates the air. I snap my eyes to her before realizing it’s coming from someone else, but she’s a witch, so of course she can’t smell it. It’s soon followed by a thump and a masculine groan of satisfaction coming from around the corner—that gets her attention. Her eyes widen and dart to where the increasingly fervent noises are coming from and her plush lips part in shock.
Just a taste, the dragon pleads.
“Is that what I think it is?” She raises her eyebrow, and I see a spark of humor in her eyes as I shrug. It’s certainly not the first time I’ve heard people fucking in the stacks.
“I didn’t think that actually happened in real life,” she whispers, and then she’s grabbing my wrist and pulling us farther into the shadowed corner to eavesdrop. I’m glad she’s spying around the corner instead of noticing my own cock hardening, surrounded by her scent.
Is this Hell? Did I die somehow?
Whoever’s getting pounded right now yelps, and once more the dragon bombards me with a highlight reel of how I could make her scream instead.
“She’s not very convincing,” she whispers, and I barely manage to cover my chuckle with a cough before remembering I’m a big scary dragon-man who doesn’t hide in corners listening to other people fuck.
“I mean, right?” She looks back at me, and my neurons aren’t fast enough to think of a response before she turns away again. The thumping and slapping sounds speed up and the girl's moans become muffled, probably because the dude covered her mouth to shut her up, thank fuck. Soon, it becomes apparent that he’s about to finish. Just when he starts to groan, the heavy scent of Nyx’s arousal taunts me, and I slump against the wall to hold myself up, momentarily delirious as my head spins.
Murmurs come from around the corner, then a giggle and fading whispers as whoever just got railed in the stacks departs. I need to get out of here before my dragon forces a shift and tries to actually kidnap this poor girl. But then Nyx turns to me, cheeks slightly flushed and holding back laughter.
“Does this happen often?” she asks, following me when I practically sprint back to my table.
Why is she following me? I groan, but the beast practically preens.
See? No kidnapping needed. Just don’t fuck it up for us.
“That was PG compared to what I’ve seen,” I answer gruffly before slouching in my chair again when we arrive at my little corner.
“Mind if I take a seat?” she asks, seeing her bag down on the table in front of me.
“Yes, actually.” I snap, and she freezes.
Fucking moron, the dragon hisses.
Is this what a conscience is? When you feel like shit for making someone else feel like shit? Because that’s what happens when I see the warmth in her eyes evaporate instantly. Shestiffens, and the small smile that’d blinded me moments ago fades away into nothingness.
“Got it,” she deadpans, turning to leave. And that’s when we both notice Killian-motherfucking-Hastings has entered the chat. There’s no mistaking the scent that follows him. His mussed hair and smug smile only confirm his recent activities.
“You’re a hard one to find, shy girl.” He grins, stalking forward, his previous conquest forgotten. Wait—do they know each other? “Where’ve you been hiding?” he asks, biting his lower lip and invading her space.
“Not hiding, just not interested in walking around with a target on my back. Thanks for that by the way,” she grounds out, but despite the steel in her voice, both of us hear her heart rate quicken.
“I can fix that, you know,” he says with a shrug. “Come on—I’ll introduce you around. I’m sure everyone just needs a chance to get to know you. Just like I want to,” his voice deepens as his eyes lower, and a surge of fury rushes through me. Neither me nor my dragon want Killian-motherfucking-Hastings anywhere near this girl.
“Killian,” I growl, and the bastard looks up, flashing a condescending smile before reaching out to brush a lock of Nyx’s hair that’s covering her eyes. I stand so fast the chair crashes backwards, intent on stopping him, but Nyx slaps his hand away before I can intervene. And I freeze—because while I could easily crush Killian where he stands, she’s defenseless. Any other Heir would have her on her knees, pleading for forgiveness, but the bastard’s eyes light up in triumph, like he’s just gotten what he wanted all along. Bile churns in my stomach as I realize the wolf is fucking toying with her.
