Page 98 of The Prom

“Would he survive the sun?” I tease because it wouldn’t surprise me if Luca lived in an open coffin by day and only came out at night. He is that dark.

Summer grins. “Possibly, but as he lives in Miami, I’m guessing he can’t escape it.”

She sighs heavily as she turns to place her order, and I wonder what the future will hold for them. They come from extremely closed off families—even I know that and I can sympathize because living with the Reapers is much the same.

We head back to the others and it’s not long before the guys join us. It always amuses me to watch the other student’s reaction to them when they enter a room. Awe mixed with lust and jealousy flit across the expressions of most of the students and I doubt I will ever get used to experiencing a thrill from that when they head our way.

Being part of a group like The Elusives is what has made my experience at Rockwell memorable for all the right reasons. There is never a dull moment.

I smile broadly as Jesse slips into the seat beside me and drops a kiss on my cheek and whispers, “Here’s my favorite girl.”

“Don’t you say that to all the girls?” I raise my eyes and he grins, one that I could receive every single hour of the day. When Jesse was discharged, he was a changed man. He lost hishaunted look and became the easy-going guy that Cassie told me he was when she first met him.

We are no longer together. Frankie retired The Claiming and subsequently the rules that went with it. He decided he was done with it after what happened that night and we now live a normal college life with none of the drama.

Jesse soon returned to his old ways and most night is balls deep in one of the other students, but none of us are complaining.

Along with Santi and Ali, they are the only ones who get to enjoy that freedom in our house and they take advantage of it—every night.

I watch as Frankie slings his arm around Cassie and she settles against him, smiling up at him as he drops light kisses on her lips. Summer is in much the same pose with Luca, whose expression only lights up when he is with her.

Siri and Jack are deep in conversation as always. She can talk for hours and Jack is an easy-going guy who allows her to. They have probably the most natural relationship of everyone and it’s good to see, despite how much my heart still wishes it was Cassie who sits beside him.

Then there’s me and when I finish, I excuse myself and head out of the room. I have a date with the principal of all things and it can’t wait any longer.

It doesn’t take longand as I stand outside his office, my heart lurches as I raise my hand and knock gently on the door.

His deep voice raises a smile on my face and as I enter, I make sure to lock the door behind me.

His wicked grin lights my soul every single time, and as Drake rises from his seat and meets me halfway, I wish this would be a more permanent arrangement.

Ryder moved his usual mountain and Drake became the acting principal. Not for any other reason than tying up any loose ends. It gives him access to Angela’s files, personal apartment and office and most of his day is spent rifling through it all, searching for evidence that we missed. The Serpent Society spanned many states, and it’s vital we shut down every strand because, like most cancers, they have a habit of spreading if anything is left and it’s up to us to make certain that doesn’t happen.

“I’ve missed you.” Drake pulls me into his arms and kisses me deeply, his lips fastening over mine as if we are two halves of the same coin.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and drown in my lust for this man, and I still can’t believe we made it this far.

He moves so my back hits his desk and he whispers against my lips, “You know, if you’re up for a fantasy of mine, I would owe you forever.”

He kisses my neck and I groan. “Anything.”

The fact I can deny him nothing makes whatever this is an easy ask, and he growls, “I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless.”

“Oh God.” My breath catches and a burst of wet heat is my answer and without another word, I turn, bending down so my chest hits his desk and my ass wiggles in his direction.

“Fuck, Imogen.”

His lustful groan paints a soft smile on my face and as he pushes up my dress, so the skirt is bunched around my waist, I hear his zipper and I smile.

Yes, I will always agree with his suggestions because fuck me I couldn’t say no if I tried.

He drags down my panties so they rest around my ankles and as his cock presses against my pussy from behind, a low moan escapes me. I want him so much all the time and as he slides inside, I relish every single second of it.

Drake is every fantasy I ever had – will ever have and as he reminds me who owns my heart and body now, I am probably the only one of my friendship group who is assured of a bright future with the man I have given my entire heart and soul.

EPILOGUE 2

The Railway Station

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