I shouldn’t even try to begin with, yet I strain my body to its fullest capacity without shifting and catch glimmers of her essence just out my reach. At least she’s alive. Scoffing, I run my hand through my hair and lean against the wall across from Gemma’s bedroom door to keep an eye on it.
If Sienna tries to escape again, I’m going to have to carry her back to her dorm room.
She is far too much of a temptation to leave to her own devices.
My piss-poor mood sours once again. After that little display of power in the dining hall this morning, that vampire has ensured that the entire campus knows her scent. It would be one thing if mine were intermingling with hers—everyone would know that she’s been claimed—but it’s not, because that other wolf’s scent still lingers inside her body. My lips curls. He must have comeextra hardinside of her last night. Not that I can blame him.
I’d do the same if I had her beneath me.
Closing my eyes, I drop my palm to the waistband of my silk pants. I wasn’tjerking offlast night, as Sienna so ungracefully put it. I was mourning my mate’s intimacy with another.
How can she not feel what we are to each other? Is she so repulsed by me that she’s repressing our bond?
If only it were that simple. I envy her for that. The detachment. Or perhaps it’s the attachment to another that weakens her attraction for me.
Except . . .
I lick my lips and taste her blood on my tongue. Feel the weight of her body beneath mine. The heat of her skin as she trembled, moaning as I touched her.Fuck. Any other woman would happily submit—bare their throat to me without a moment’s hesitation and spread their legs like their life depends on how quickly I can bury my cock inside their cunt. But not Sienna.
Not my fucking mate.
The rejection stings, fueling my agitation. I snake my hand inside my pants and grab my erection, hissing through my teeth as it swells with heat. Gods, it’s massive. Bigger than normal. Fuck. Raking my bottom lip through my teeth, I narrow my gaze and focus on the barest glimmer of Sienna’s essence that I canfeel through the door. It stokes the fire inside my chest, and I tilt my head back at the memory of her body beneath mine.
We barely touched, yet I indulged as much as I could, unable to stop myself from erasing Revyn’s bite from her neck. The skin healed beneath my tongue, and the urge to sink my fangs into her flesh, to mark her asmine,was overwhelming.
So much so that I had to back the fuck off.
But witnessing the flush trailing down her neck, the tremors coursing through her body, the wide-eyed shock of lust in her glowing eyes?—
I grip my dick tighter as my balls draw up.Fuck me, I haven’t masturbated since I was a teenager. Sweat breaks out across my skin, and I picture Sienna kneeling in front of me, popping open those pretty lips and taking the head of my cock into her mouth.
I’d make her choke just to prove that I can.
That it’smycock she craves—this huge, pulsing monster that’ll split her pussy wide open—better than Revyn’s. White hot agony rips through me as I come, diluting my pleasure and ruining the experience. I ruin my pants, soaking them in what feels like an endless stream of cum as I work myself through the most unappealing orgasm of my life. When my balls are finally empty, I wipe my hand on my shirt and wrinkle my nose.
My cock threatens to rise from Sienna’s scent lingering on my clothes.
I need a cold fucking bath. Anicebath. Dragging my clean hand down my face, I turn away from Gemma’s bedroom door, fully intending to stumble onto the grounds and plunge into the coldest body of water I can find, when I catch blood red eyes glaring at me.
Not this shit again.
“What are you doing outside my sister’s bedroom door?” He flashes his fangs in a clear threat. “Does she know that you’re here?”
“Of course not,” I answer, rolling my eyes. “Or she would have let me in to fuck her brains out.” Gesturing to my soaking wet crotch, I grimace. “Clearly, I wasn’t on the menu for tonight.”
The vampire tenses. “You’re Alistair Dire.”
How many people know my name in this fucking academy?
“Yes.” Extending my claws, I wait for his point. “And?”
“You already have a mate. Why are you—” His eyes widen like he’s come to the conclusion on his own. Good boy. “She’s with my sister.”
“Smart man,” I drawl, sarcasm dripping from my tone. “Sorry to disappoint, but redheads don’t do it for me.”
He glares. “That’s fine.” Nodding toward my chest—no, toward my ripped shirt—he hums softly. “You get into a fight with your mate?”
“She’s not my mate.”
