“I’ll pull out.”
I’m about to object but then he presses against me and I arch back to meet him as he slides his dick inside my pussy in a single fluid thrust.
We groan in unison as he flexes his hips, holding me in place. “God you feel incredible,” he says. His hands tighten on my hips with bruising force as he pulls back and then thrusts inside me once again. “So fucking wet.”
I’m panting, barely able to catch my breath as he pounds into me. Each thrust harder than the one before until the desk is sliding beneath me with the force of his movements, screeching across the floor. I cling to the edge and he grinds his hips against my ass.
I cry out his name, losing myself to the feel of him inside of me, completely forgetting that we’re at school and that anyone can walk in on us. His hips slam frantically into me and I know he’s chasing his own release when suddenly he jerks back and then his hot cum is coating my ass, dripping down over the backs of my thighs.
He slides his dick over the trail of cum he coated me in before smacking me lightly on the rear. I groan and peer over my shoulder. Rafael’s smirk greets me as he considers my still bare ass. “You should probably clean that up,” he suggests. I narrow my eyes as he laughs. “I might be persuaded into helping you out under a few conditions.” He tucks himself back into his jeans before folding his arms over his chest, leaving the top button unbuttoned, but saying nothing.
“Do you ever want to do this again?” I ask.
He grins. “Every day of the week.”
“Then get me something to wipe your cum off my ass or I won’t let you near me with so much as a ten-foot pole.”
“You say that now, but—”
Voices can be heard in the hallway. Footsteps coming closer.Crap.Everyone is supposed to be in class. “Now, Rafael.”
Thankfully, he does as I ask and finds a roll of paper towels in a closet and helps to clean me up before tossing them in the trash. I shimmy back into my jeans and am adjusting my top just as the door bursts open and Sabrina Hampton’s startled brown eyes meet my own.
She takes in the scene, her eyes narrowing on our rumpled clothes and my unruly hair. When Rafael steps closer to me, they narrow further and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
“Did you need something?” he asks, not a care in the world that she knows exactly what we were just doing. “You’re interrupting.”
“We all heard you fucking in Calc,” she sneers at me. “You sound like a dying rhino.”
Feeling extra feisty with Rafael beside me, I narrow my eyes, letting my wolf fill my gaze and flip her off. I don’t have time for her mean girl antics today. I flash her a smile, showcasing my teeth, and feel an immense sense of satisfaction when the scent of her fear tinged apprehension fills the room.
She whirls and leaves as quickly as she came. Rafael leans down, smacking my ass and giving me a meaningful look. “If that’s what a dying rhino sounds like, I better be hearing it again.Soon.”
I shiver in response to the blatant desire in his gaze as Rafael walks out of the room. I decide to stop by the bathroom and just skip Calc entirely. A look at one of the clocks in the hallways shows me that there’s only ten minutes left until the bell rings for lunch, so I decide to loiter for a bit and save myself some embarrassment.
I wash my hands and splash water on my face before running my fingers through my hair in an effort to smooth it out. The door opens behind me open but I don’t pay them any attention. Two sets of footsteps approach. I cock my head to the side. Make that three.
I distractedly listen, waiting for the footsteps to head toward the stalls but instead they grow louder, cautiously edging closer to where I stand. Instinct punches me in the gut with adrenaline as a body slams me forward and my stomach collides with the porcelain sink.Dammit.I steady myself before whirling to face my attackers. I was wondering when the fun would begin. Just as a blond head comes into view, wolfsbane is thrown in my face, stealing my sense of smell and momentarily blinding me.
You have got to be kidding me. A snarl curls my lip and I zero in on the three erratic heartbeats in the room, marking each as prey. Blinking rapidly, I ignore the burning sensation in my eyes and pull on my other senses.
“Hold her. Hurry.” A familiar voice shouts. Two sets of arms make a grab for me, but neither is a shifter able to match my strength. With little to no effort, I wrench myself free from their grasp, dancing away from them. But just as I put distance between us, my vision clears and brings with it the two worried expressions of girls I don’t even recognize. The third person presses a piece of cold metal to my neck from behind and rushes out the words for an incantation.
The metal burns hot and I drop to the ground. My mind blanks and a cacophony of alarm bells ring in my ears. I can’t move. My limbs refuse every order my brain sends them as if the connection between mind and body has been severed.
A fist slams into my face and I sway on my knees. Another and I crash to the ground, my head hitting the cool tile floor. Kicks come next. Three different ones from three different directions. Pain explodes inside me. I grit my teeth, forcing the pain to the recesses of my mind as I fight the mental bonds of magic. Panic spears me in the gut as I fight to free my wolf from whatever the witch hit me with as my body is assaulted.
Bone snaps. One rib broken.
A foot grazes my neck, knocking the artifact free from my skin and my wolf surges through me. A growl rips from my throat and I spring to my feet, ignoring the stabbing pain beneath my chest.
I grab the first person I find, my hand wrapping around the thin column of her throat. Wide startled eyes meet mine. I slam the unfamiliar girl into the wall, not bothering to see her body crumble before reaching for the next.
“You stupid bitch,” Sabrina yells.
I ignore her, shoving the second girl’s face against the sink. She cries out and falls to the ground, a thin trail of blood dripping from her hairline. The smell of iron fills my nostrils. It’s intoxicating. Demanding that I make them suffer. Make them regret coming after me. I want more. More blood. More pain.
I turn to face Sabrina, the leader of this little trio, and my fingertips itch, eager for my claws to spring free. I want to bite and claw and rip into her. I want to bathe in her blood and howl at the moon announcing my kill.
