“What the…” She threw her hands in the air. Then they fell to her hips as she sighed. “Can I at least choose my new chauffeur? I want Inferno not Terror.”
That demon prick. “Why?”
“None of your business.”
“Everything here is my business.” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “If you fool around with my brothers to get back on yours or for your sick pleasures, you’re doing more damage than you can handle, kitten.” I met her gaze to make sure she got the threat. “Terror! Professor is waiting.”
The shifter brothers came down. She pushed me out of her way, inspecting Mad Dog with her gaze. “Mad Dog, how are you feeling? Are you sure you can go to class today?”
“Yeah. I’m good.” He put his shades on. “Ready when you are.”
“How is that possible? Your head was bleeding heavily last night. You don’t… There is no sign of the wound,” she said, dazed.
“I’m a fast healer, and it wasn’t as bad as it looked. It was just a little blood from my mouth. Trust me. I’m ready and psyched for your class. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
I bit my wrist and slipped some of my blood in her cup, and then I licked the mark so it wouldn’t spill. If she healed fast too, she wouldn’t be too suspicious. And…I didn’t want her to hurt for too long.
Terror saw me and put his shades on, too. “Finish your tea, Professor. You don’t wanna be late on your first day.”
CHAPTER 26
VIXEN
Terror didn’t smell so awful today. Maybe I was getting used to it or he’d finally discovered showers. Strangely, he wasn’t as repugnant as he’d always been around me when I held tight to his sexy muscles all the way to campus. By less repugnant, I meant he didn’t make any awful comments, and his body wasn’t clenched like there was a stinky leech on his back. I’d expected him to be furious about being put on the driving duty, but it was quite the opposite.
His behavior wasn’t the only thing that failed my expectations. I thought it was going to be awkward, having Mad Dog in my class, especially after last night. But he was a model student. Except for the covert smirk he gave me every time I called him Mister Beastly.
I did my best not to think about why he was smirking. And failed. How was I supposed to ignore it when I knew exactly how his erection felt pressed against me? How big and hard it was against my body?
I bit my lip, moaning silently. His amber eyes glowed at me, and I spun around. His remark about my butt flashed in my head every time I turned to write something on the board, and I wondered if he was ogling.
Okay. So maybe having Carter—his real name was so cute—in my class was awkward and inappropriate. However, my judgment was blinded by how extremely sexy the situation was. The intrigue of taboo dynamics was dangerous. Even though you knew you were most likely attracted to the relationship due to its nature and not the person, you let it suck you in and dissolve your willpower.
Until it took over you and your rationality.
At that point, you were convinced you were ready to lose everything just to have it. And when you did, you would discover you’d lost everything for nothing but regrettable mistake.
Unless you were smart enough not to get caught. And maybe you turned out to be attracted to the amber eyes that lit under the blond hair, the tattooed muscles that threatened to rip the shirt on top, the big dick, the young ass, the bad boy charisma and the psyche underneath that softened it all. Not only the taboo that enveloped them.
Just maybe.
I gathered my things and went to my new office, the one the former professors shared. It was nice of Pattison to give it all to me. I would have died if I had to share it with Twatwaffle Russell.
The second I had a free moment, I visited the lab. Luckily, Rav was there, and Terror was not. Rav looked exactly the same. Perhaps he had the very same glasses he had ten years ago, and he reeked of exotic spices and weed as he always had. The only difference was that he’d gotten four sizes bigger.
After a warm greeting followed by showing me the photos of his four children, and a long conversation about the secret ingredient in the turkey recipe his wifeinventedthis Thanksgiving, he took the flash drive and promised to work on it only at home to keep it as confidential as possible.
“Vixen?” he called.
I held the door knob and twisted to face him.
“Is Malcolm all right?”
“Why do you mean?”
“He cut ties when he returned home the last time. I mean, something like this is normal coming from you. You’ve always been a terrible a friend.” He sneered, and I rolled my eyes. “But he’s always been the nicest sibling. His behavior struck me as odd.”
“To be honest…I don’t know, Rav. But I hope I’ll find out soon.”
