?“Deal,” she grits and before the word has fully left her lips my hand wraps around the front of her neck and I pull her towards me.
?Sliding her hair out from between us, I bring her back flush towards my chest and wrap my free hand around herstomach. A gasp leaves her lips and her body stays tensed as her nails imbed themselves into my forearms.
?Her chest purrs as she growls and I slowly start hiking her crewneck up. Using my fingers to inch it up and exposing her stomach. She tenses further as I turn us so we’re facing a floor length mirror between the bookshelves.
?Burning eyes meet mine first before I drop my blue ones to the skin I’m exposing. I freeze for only a moment as I peer at what’s shown and she grunts at me. “I guess I should have clarified. It’s not my skin cursed, it’s the scars and markings.”
?She said only her hands, feet, and neck. Meaning her entire body is lined with scars.
?“Yeah,” she growls, confirming what I was thinking.
?But instead of letting her go or stopping, I continue slowly dragging her shirt up until the entirety of her stomach is exposed. Right up until the band of her sports bra shows and her eyes widen in furious surprise.
?“I did say I would touch you my way, Trouble.”
?She says nothing about that but panic flashes across her face. Tucking her shirt into the band of her bra, I place my hand on her legging covered hip and pull her closer to me. Her ass nestled perfectly over my hard dick as I slow the blood flow at her neck again by squeezing my fingers.
?“D-Darian,” she croaks as I rub my thumb over her hip bone.
?Callahan and Varian would probably kill me right now, but I’ve wanted her from the moment my father sarcastically warned me a vampire was entering this school – and then he told me who and what she exactly was.
?Thorne can claim the title of mastermind and leader however he wants, and I’ll let him, because like my Trouble what people want to see and assume is not my problem.
?Inching my fingers up, I trace the edge of her black leggings. Her thighs are glued shut and the whisper of heat from my skin along her abdomen makes her hips twitch. The floral cut of her scent sharpening in the air with what I know is her arousal.
?I’d like to find out just how wet she it, but I have a job to complete first.
?Squeezing my fingers a bit more, I finally place my hand across her bare stomach. My palm and fingers splayed out over thin straight scars, jagged curved ones, patches of skin marred from burns and frostbite, and bitemarks. Two of them on her stomach I can see through the reflection of the mirror.
?There had been pleasure lining her face that she tried to hide before, and now I watch it transform into agony.
?Her nails that had already been embedded in my skin dig harder as her muscles tense tighter from the pain, but I don’t move my hand.
?Keeping my mouth beside her ear, I let my breath ghost it as I loosen my hand around her throat. “Breathe. Breathe, Trouble. In – “ I inhale and let my chest push against her back. “ – and out.” I exhale and deflate.
?Again and again – about four times I do it until like a switch her body immediately sags and I immediately remove my hand from her stomach.
?“Fuck.” Ripping her shirt down, I maneuver my arms to pick her up bridal style and make for my room. “You weresupposed to breath,” I grumble to her unconscious form. Her face is still twisted in pain, but the rest of her body is lax.
?Laying her on my bed, I go to my bathroom and grab a cloth to run under cold water. Her skin had been heating up from the contact so I need something to cool her off.
?Ringing out the cloth, I return to my room and fold the thing to set on her forehead. Her face slowly starts relaxing and the cool cloth seems to help. Her lips parting on a sigh and unholy fuck, the things I could do to her.
?Varian and Callahan would really kill me if I decided to act on any of them. Not that they’re bonded yet, she was right in that. Fated means nothing unless the tie – or ties – within are cemented and blood is shared. Neither of which has happened. I can feel it along her soul.
?Reaching my arms up, I stretch out my shoulders and huff at the situation. There’s nothing I can do until she wakes up, so I leave the room and go back to my office. I have more paperwork I need to finish regarding the rest of the house.
?I sometimes wonder why I even decided to become the house president.
?There’s a knock on my door as I pass it. I contemplate ignoring it. It’s not Kyno because I would be able to very clearly tell. Apakiko shifters are dominant things – even for the shifters. I wonder if Trouble was able to figure out what he is. The humans on earth call them skinwalkers.
?Whoever it is knocks on the door again and I decide to not ignore them this time.
?Unlocking the door, I open it to dark eyes glaring. The same dark eyes that glared just like that the last time I called him a good boy for taking my entire cock down his throat.
?A smile starts curling on my face. I bet Trouble would glare with just as much malice as she took me nice and deep.
?“Where is she?”
