Fuck, yes.
My hand fisted into the base of her braids, giving them a gentle tug. I swallowed the strangled sound because that belonged to me. She now belonged to me. My dick hardened as I coaxed her bottom lip into my mouth, biting down hard enough to draw blood.
A rivulet of blood dripped down her chin, and I licked it away.
“A deal dealt with blood is not easily broken.”
Lyra pulled back, her eyes dark with a mixture of fear and desire.
This was going to be fun.
CHAPTER 11
LYRA
Ileft Twisted Spires the morning after making the stupid deal with Grey. The twenty-minute drive to Barret University didn’t put nearly enough distance between us.
My forgotten iced coffee had slowly melted on the kitchen counter, condensation pooled beneath it, while beside it sat my untouched lemon poppyseed muffin.
I minimized the research paper I was currently staring at and typed in different variations of “making a deal with a demon” into the search bar. The browser tabs grew smaller with each article I opened.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. The tightness in my shoulders and neck eased for only a brief second before tightening again.
Grey didn’t specify the terms and conditions of the deal when we made it, and I should have probably read the fine print before kissing—I mean agreeing—to the deal.
But damn. I never knew a kiss could feel likethat. I’d kissed plenty of guys in my life and none of them came close to the one I’d shared with Grey. Some kisses gave you butterflies and other times you felt nothing, but the one last night made my entirebody feel ablaze. I’d never been so turned on. It was the best kiss of my entire life, but for him, it was just…a deal.
Regardless, it was reckless and stupid. Extremely stupid. But my body refused to listen to my head.
Keys rattled outside the apartment. I looked up from the article I was reading just in time to see Kenna struggle through the doorway, weighed down with grocery bags on each arm. She was clearly trying to avoid a second trip to the car.
I slammed my laptop shut so she couldn’t see what I was reading.
“When did you get back?” she asked, putting away the groceries in the refrigerator.
“Early yesterday. I needed to finish a few assignments for school, but all I have left is this stupid research paper, and I should be all caught up.”
“You got this,” she said with a confidence I didn’t feel. “Besides there’s a party tonight. Taking a break will do you some good.”
“I’m going to have to pass.”
“Come on. It will be fun. Pleeeeease,” she begged.
I tried to think of an excuse, but nothing came to mind.Shit. My chest tightened the longer I tried to think of one, but my mind went blank.
She took my silence as a yes and squealed as she unloaded the rest of the groceries she’d bought. Our fridge currently had a few expired dairy products, an empty iced coffee container, and a handful of condiments. I had planned on stopping at the store sometime this weekend to stock up, but it had completely slipped my mind.
“Let me know how much I owe you for the groceries, and I’ll send you the money.”
Kenna nodded—the only confirmation she heard me—and continued with the details of the party. “The hockey game starts at eight, and then we’re all going to the tree house after.”
It didn’t matter that it was a Tuesday, a party happened there every night. The tree house was a run-down house where numerous members of the school hockey team lived.
I tried to smile, but my mood soured at the thought of having to leave the apartment.
Kenna finished putting everything away and sauntered into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
My laptop began to sound like a spaceship preparing for launch as I typed the last few sentences of my essay. Somehow, I’d managed to string together enough tangible thoughts finish it. The restless nights had really begun to take their toll.
