She stared up at me, arching a brow. “But they’re gonna smell me now. You have my underwear.”
I smirked. “No, they’re going to smell me all over you. That’s different.”
“I swear all you males are the same.” Jack rolled her eyes and huffed, but I could tell it wasn't in anger. “You should just pee on me and get it over with.”
I arched a brow, making her face twist in disgust as she pushed me out of the way.
“I’m not serious, you dog.” Shaking her head, she stopped at the classroom door. “Don’t torture Kyren too much. I’d hate to lose you, too.”
“Oh, princess,” I called after her, “you’ll never lose me.”
The door closed on her laughter, and my heart swelled. Hope sprouted for the first time in days.
I peered down at my hard on, shifting it with a grunt and then lifted my fingers —the ones that had been inside her — to my nose.
Oh, Kyren was going to be pissed for sure, but maybe I could make it work for me.
Chapter 14
Jack
I left the classroom with a smile on my face, more satisfied than I’d been in days, before I realized I’d left my bag back in the gym. Normally, I wouldn’t care about my clothes, but I’d also left my phone and my dagger in it, things I couldn’t hide in the training clothes Julian had brought for me.
Quickly making my way back to the gym, I prayed the meathead werewolves had finished their work outs and vacated the premises. The last thing I needed was for them to smell what Tate and I did all over me.
It was one thing to poke the vampire with Kyren by rubbing it in his face and quite another to broadcast it to the entire academy.
Unfortunately, luck was not on my side. The moment I opened the gym door, the sound of weights clanking and distinct musky smell of wolf filled my nose.
Keeping my eyes forward, I stalked across the room to the other side of the mat where I’d left my bag. It was gone. Frowning, I glanced around wondering if someone had moved it so they could use the mat.
“Look who’s back?” a rough thundering voice echoed across the gym to me. A chorus of laughter followed the announcement.
I ignored the voice, figuring Julian probably grabbed it.
Before I could finish crossing the training mat completely, the werewolf who’d made a big scene appeared in front of me, flanked by several of his buddies.
“So,” he smirked, “the vamp and traitor aren’t enough for you? You screwing the professor, too? You know,” he lowered his voice, arrogance filling his voice, “if they’re not satisfying you, I’m sure we could throw you a bone.”
The wolves chortled at his words.
I stepped up to him, not letting intimidate me.
“Sorry, I don’t think you have what it takes to satisfy me.” I glanced down at his gym shorts, pretending to assess his package, and then back to his face. “I need more than a tic-tac to get me going.”
The round of surprised laughs behind him caused the werewolf’s face to turn red, steam practically pouring from his ears at my insult.
“Whatever,” he grunted, “I wouldn’t want you, anyway.”
Thinking his harassment was done, I pushed past him until he called out after me. “You’re nothing but a vamp slut, just like your mother.”
My feet froze. Rage like I’d never felt before filled my chest. He could insult me all he wanted. He could kick, hit, call me names, and I would take it. Dish it back, too, in equal measure.
But if you insulted my family, my mom especially, then you were looking at pain. All the pain.
The wolves parted as I stalked back up to the smirking wolf. He had his arms crossed over his chest, staring down his nose at me like I was some kind of bug on his shoe. I stopped before him, eyes locked on him.
“What did you say?”
