Page 13 of Devil May Hunt
“…Did you just use me to distract the competition?” The cab stopped outside his dorm building and Brennon paid with his device and then slowly got out. The sudden movement proved too much for him though, so he dropped down on a nearby bench to wait it out before attempting to head inside.
“I had a feeling you found out about Bay.”
“Relax, I won’t tell anyone you’re dating your professor.”
“To be clear, your alpha was never competition. No one could come between me and Professor Delmar.”
“To be clear,” he sneered back, “he’s not my—” A prickling sensation cut him short, and his body went on the defensive before he could understand why. Not a minute later, a black hovercar drove up, parking directly in front of the bench.
The door opened, and a large man got out. He was tall, probably three or so inches taller than Brennon, with broad shoulders and blond hair that’d been styled in a textured crop. He was dressed in a deep chocolate three-piece suit with navy pinstripes, and currently glaring daggers Brennon’s way from piercing gold eyes.
He looked sexy as all hell.
And familiar.
Like, uncomfortably so.
“Um, about this alpha,” his voice dropped to a whisper as the imposing blond man rounded his car, heading straight for him, “what’d he look like again?”
“We have the same hair color,” Sila said. “That’s why I thought he might be a good choice to help you get over my—”
“Any chance you’re near the Academy, because I think I could use some hel—” Brennon instantly stopped talking the second the blond was stopped before him. He had to tip his head all the way back just to make eye contact, and that forced his tender ass to shift uncomfortably, but he swallowed the pained sound that threatened to spill out, instincts telling him showing any signs of weakness would be a mistake.
“Bren?” Sila’s voice came through the earbud, but he didn’t sound all that concerned. “If you’re not going to say anything else, I have to get to class.”
“Wait—” The sound of the call ending clicked in his ear, and Brennon inwardly cursed.
Golden eyes glanced down at his multi-slate screen and then back to his. “Is there a reason you’re out here?”
Brennon shivered at the sound of that silky voice, even though it was clear the blond was pissed off for some reason. “Yeah, I wanted to sit for a second. Anyway, can I help you with something?”
His eyes narrowed slightly. “Playing dumb?”
“I’m guessing you’re the guy, right? The one I just…” he curled a finger in the air, “you know.”
“You guess?”
“I was pretty wasted. I don’t really remember much.” Brennon wanted to stand and leave, but the guy was standing close enough to him that if he did, he’d end up walking right into him. This was awkward and he just wanted to be in his room. Maybe soak in the tub for a bit before crawling into bed and sleeping for a week.
He’d already missed his morning class, and there was no way he was in a good enough state to do drills later with his Active. Better just to take another sick day and try again tomorrow.
If he could move any better then.
He had his doubts.
“What’d you do to me anyway?” He pressed a hand against his narrow back to try to alleviate some of the ache. “Fuck me with a battering ram?”
“You took my cock,” he replied in a clipped tone.
“That was a joke, but okay. Look, I don’t know what you’re doing here, but if you’re looking for the main office, it’s that way.” He pointed to the left.
“I’m here for you.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“Why do you think?”
“I think we had a one-night stand, and now that it’s over, there’s no reason for either of us to see each other ever again.” Was that harsh? Brennon didn’t like being unkind, but he was cranky and, frankly, a bit miffed at himself and this man. “Maybe don’t sleep with people who are too drunk to give rational consent. I mean, I’m not blaming you. I understand I have to be responsible for my own actions, and I’m the one who chose to get plastered, but still. You can’t just—”
