Page 38 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
“Please,” he whimpers in the softest tone that cracks my heart in two. Then I feel a fierce wave of protection wash over me. The fierce need to dominate. To show him, to show them both, that I’m the alpha here.
What is wrong with me?
Absolutely nothing.
My index finger scratches sweetly up the shifter’s throat, before roughly taking his chin in my hand and forcing him to stare into my eyes at a much closer proximity.
“You want me to make you forget, puppy?” Sensual breath is all my voice is made of.
The way the darkness at the center of his eyes dilates tells me more than his words ever could.
“Yes.Please,” he begs.
That one desperate word shivers through me in a delicious way.
My thighs shift, but he’s still planted firmly between them.
There’s fire between the three of us. Deadly, consuming fire.
It isn’t just Styx who needs a night of distraction.
It’s all of us.
My heel comes up, and I dig it into his shoulder as I push him back just slightly. The wolf’s jaw clenches, but he holds back any sound of pain he might have. Instead, he slides his warm palm higher up my leg, reaching for me as much as I’ll allow him.
“Is this okay, puppy?” I ask as I settle back against Rueren’s strong embrace.
Styx nods with so much blatant honesty in his features, it sends a trembling sensation right down through my chest and then even lower.
He wants me to alpha him.
Even if I barely understand it.
Maybe I don’t understand the dynamics of the kink that’s playing out, but I fully understand the way it makes my body feel.
It’s blazing empowerment, salacious tension, and oh-so-fucking addicting.
From behind, Rueren’s fingertips slide down my chest, pulling at the buttons of my white shirt as he goes. They unsnap from the force of his demanding touch, and a few rip from the threads entirely. Until nothing but my sensitive flesh is on display for the shifter waiting patiently at my feet.
The vampire’s palm drags back up my stomach, over my ribs, and then finally pushes hard over my breast.
A cutting sound of a breath slices from my lips.
“She’s pretty enough to eat, huh, little pup?” Rueren taunts as his long, cool fingers pluck at my nipple, squeeze, and then repeat.
My eyes clench shut with a shiver wrecking my body before I even see how Styx reacts.
Good? Fuck, I hope it’s a good reaction that leads to a better reaction that leads to deep fucking and hard thrusting and . . . oh my fucking Holy Lady of Death, how did this obnoxious vampire learn to have such a foul mouth and such a talented hand?
“Want to touch her?” Rueren rasps as his teeth scrape deliciously against my neck.
“Yes, please,” is the only quiet, rumbling reply.
“Convince her you’ll make it worth her while.”
Soft lips press to the inside of my leg, just before a hot, sliding tongue laps up, shivering sensations all across my flesh.
I shift hard at the pressure building between my thighs at the mere idea of his mouth traveling higher. The feel of his tongue swirls and flicks before sucking so hard, it spirals want right through my clit.
