Page 60 of Escaping Hallow Hill Academy
Distractions are nice, but they only last so long. And then the things we have to do and the people I want to protect start to weigh on my mind once more.
It feels nice, to feel a bit of normalcy in this gesture, even if it is a ruse for the few students passing us in the halls tonight. It feels almost natural now to be this close to Rueren. Maybe it’s because a bit of his soul lives in me. It made me afraid before. Afraid to open up and let him in, for him to feel my fear or look at me and know.
I don’t know at what point it all changed. If he was using his own glamor inside me to bring my defenses down while his ancient powers held strong, but it didn’t matter because I feel a connection. Sure, probably just two interwoven souls accidentally meshed together, but what the fuck ever.
Rue is . . . he’s nice. Deadly, an Ancient One, but nice just the same.
Which is strange for a vampire. At least that niceness is reserved for me only.
“Not that I want to slap a label on things. We aren’t children or anything, but . . .” I’m rambling, and I fucking hate it, but I have to know if I’m nothing more than his ticket out of here. I guess I wouldn’t mind so much, but we’re fucking. Or . . . kind of fucking. Not fucking, but planning on fucking in the future, if his whispered promises of erotica are any indication of how much dick I’ll be receiving in the future. “I’m not some frivolous girl looking for validation.” Am I?
I’ve had boyfriends before, but being a Sekar in a world that wants you dead is a hard life. I can’t afford to open up to many people, least of all to someone I can come to love.
This place has pulled me towards three different men. Broken, hurting, dangerous men who are as rare as I am. A life with them outside of these walls is a life of being hunted, a life of constantly looking over our shoulders.
I should mind it, but I don’t. I find it comforting that they are as rare as I am, as in danger as I am. It makes me feel safe with them. And the fact that Rue and I are bonded just makes the trust run deeper. Is that fucked up?
“Well, right now we are pretending for the masses to throw suspicion off what we really want to do.”
Steal my sword back. Save Kira. Run off into the night. Right.
He pulls me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder. His lips skim across the lobe of my ear, and his whispered words leave me breathless. “But I will give you validation anyway. Let’s call you my girlfriend, if that pleases you.”
It pleases my vagina immensely.
His dark, rumbling chuckle echoes in my mind.My tongue wants to please your vagina immensely.
I shove him good-naturedly. “Perverted old man. How old are you, anyway?”
His dark eyes bleed red. “Too old.”
“Then the term ‘girlfriend’ must be too much modern slang for you, huh? What was the term back in your day? Caveman grunts and hand signals?”
“Keep making jokes, chère. I’ll show you hand signals.”
The dangerous promise slithers through me, and I relish the sensation. Just like I relish the image that flares down the bond of his tongue roaming every inch of my body. Of him pushing me until I’m teetering on the edge of pleasure and then pulling back just before I can reach it. When he finally allows me to orgasm, it’s like transcending into hell and heaven at once.
The sensation slams into me like a fucking train. I jerk back, my feet skidding over the hallway rug, hand pulling from Rue’s as sensation after sensation pulses straight down to my clit. My whole body erupts with tingling sensations, and my lips part as I gasp and groan.
Light bursts unexpectedly from nowhere behind my tightly clenched eyes.
Did I just—
What the fuck?
I look up to find Rue smirking at me.
What. The. Fuck.
Literally.
“Did you just use our connection and vampire glamor to make me spontaneously orgasm?” Every word out of my mouth is punctuated by sharp bursts of pleasure through my body and gasping, rasping breaths.
A flash of fangs makes him seem too fucking satisfied with himself. Bloodsucking bastard. Perverted old man. Shriveled limp-dick motherfucker.
Rue tsk-tsksand pulls me forward. I should fight back, but his touch soothes the aftershocks of my orgasm. “You aren’t thinking very nice thoughts.”
Ugh.
