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I barely make it to the stacks before hands grab me and pull me between the shelves. Nik presses me back against Nineteenth Century Literature in his full human form, tall, dark, and wickedly handsome, eyes glowing.
“Did you learn your lesson, baby?” His voice is low and gravelly.
“What lesson?” I’m still catching my breath. “That you’re a possessive asshole who won’t let me study?”
“That you belong to me.” He yanks my ruined panties down and shoves them in his pocket. “That this pussy is mine to play with whenever the fuck I want.”
“Someone could see…”
“Nobody sees what’s mine.” Darkness pours off him and swallows the whole aisle, a black wall at both ends of the shelves, until there’s nothing left in the world but him and me. He drops to his knees. “Nobody but me gets to see you like this.”
“Nik…”
His mouth is on me before I can protest, his tongue replacing his shadows, and I realize I’m about to come again in the middle of the freaking library.
“That’s my girl,” he growls against my pussy. “Now be quiet while I remind you why good girls don’t leave their monsters.”
Chapter Sixteen
NIK
NIK
My mate is sitting in the passenger seat of my Rolls-Royce, staring at her phone like it just insulted her mama.
“Nik.”
“Red.”
“Why did I just get an email from financial aid saying my balance is zero?”
I keep my eyes on the road. “Because your balance is zero.”
“My balance was forty-three thousand dollars yesterday!” She turns the phone so I can see the screen, like I don’t already know exactly what it says. “And my loans. All of my loans. They’re paid off. Every single one.”
“I know. I paid them.”
“You can’t just…”
“I can.” I take the turn off the highway and start up into the hills. “I did.”
She opens her mouth, closes it, then opens it again.
Oh my God. Forty-three thousand dollars. He just paid off my whole life like it was a parking ticket. Who does that? Who is this man?
“I’m not a man,” I remind her.
“Get OUT of my head!”
I laugh. She punches my arm. It doesn’t hurt, and she knows it doesn’t hurt, so she does it again.
She finished her last final yesterday. I waited outside the lecture hall in the car the whole time, because I’m not about to let her out of my sight for three hours with a fresh bite on her neck and half of San Francisco’s alphas walking around. By the time she came out, her dorm room was empty. My people had packed every single thing she owned and taken it away. Her roommate texted her a picture of the bare mattress with six question marks. She yelled at me about that one for a whole fucking hour. Then she let me fuck her in the back seat in the parking garage, so I figure she forgave me.
“Where are we going?” she asks now, watching the bay drop away below us.
“Home.”
“The penthouse is the other way.”
