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Never has anything tasted as divine as Delores Diamond Drew bleeding on my tongue.
“Nico! I’m… oh, fuuuuck!” she screams as she comes, the delicious pain of her pulling my hair making me impossibly harder. Pre-cum is leaking out of my cock, and all I can think about is burying myself inside her, but I still don't want to assume she's ready for such a big step. Attempting to reel in my fox, I gently lick her pussy through her aftershocks, nuzzling against my girl to collect as much of her scent as possible.
I can’t wait to rub this in Bash’s face. Literally.
Sitting back on my heels, I start to rise, intent on finding that towel she asked for, but she immediately sits up, digging her fingers—herclaws—into my arms to hold me in place.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” she hisses, her eyes seeming to flashred,although that must be a trick of the light. “I want you inside me.”
“I can’t think of anything I want more, Lo,” I choke out, my gaze dropping to the blood smeared across her inner thighs, making my dick twitch. “But right now you’re drunk on orgasms and I don’t want to take advantage... "
My words end in a gasp as she yanks me toward her with a shocking amount of strength. “I want you to fuck me, Nicodemus Deoradhán,” she hisses. “Sodo it.”
Fuck, I love her so much it hurts.
With a snarl that surprises even me, I tackle her, sliding into her glorious wetness until I’ve sunk to the hilt. Her claws rake down my back, drawing blood, and I’m thrusting so hard and deep I know I won’t last long. My fangs are fully extended now, scraping against the skin of her neck with every snap of my hips, but I hold myself back—my deeply ingrained submission making me hesitate at such a bold statement.
Then I feel the pinch of her fangs—she hasfangs?—as they latch onto my neck on the other side, and my tenuous control evaporates. With a groan that echoes through the empty theater, I bite down on her neck, forcefully holding her in place, claiming her as she claims me, spilling inside her with nothing but the vision of blood against her porcelain skin dominating my normally overcrowded thoughts.
We take our time coming down from the experience, lapping away the hurt from our matching claiming marks. Something is niggling at my consciousness—some buried awareness that Ishouldn’tbe doing this, but I don’t have it in me to give a fuck. My purr rumbles as happiness threatens to make my heart explode, and I can’t help thinking of how Nabokov wrote of “love at first sight, last sight, and ever andeversight,” but he forgot one thing...
Love at first bite.
FIFTY-SEVEN
Let’s Talk About Sex
Delores
Iwalk into the new classroom, determined to find the most strategic place to sit, as usual. I freeze when I notice it’s smaller than most of the classrooms at Apex, and there are no desks. Instead, armchairs, beanbags, and a multitude of comfy pieces of furniture are spread throughout the room. I’m already on edge, and that feeling only increases as I look around, wondering how many people are going to be packed in here while we discuss a very personal topic.
How am I going to deal with this for an entire semester?
“Choose any seat you want, Miss Drew. My classroom is a safe space for all the students at Apex. I will watch your back.”
I turn to look at the gorgeous lioness who ‘assisted’Cash in the ring during Shifter Studies, remembering the way she spoke to my grumpy wolf when he’d pinned her down. She’s definitely slept with him, probably more than once, although hopefully not recently. Hell, maybe Bash, too. She’s curvy and oozes sensuality—a bombshell with the brawn to take on any alpha—and she’s my new Shifter Sex Ed teacher.
Just. Fucking. Great.
“Thank you,ma’am,” I mutter, as I find a large cushy chair near the door. I don’t care what she says; a scorned ex is a hard person to trust, and I don’t have it in me to fight with a new professor every day.
Her laugh is a deep, throaty purr as she gives me an amused look. “We’re going to have a lot of fun in class, I can see.”
I highly doubt that.
The rest of the class filters in, finding seats of their own. There are less than twenty other first-years here, and most of them are people I don’t even recognize. There’s not a Heather or a Todd-bro in sight, which is odd, considering they can’t seem to leave me alone. Frowning, I pull out a notebook and pen and situate myself, wondering what the hell is going to happen.
“Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Zhenga Leonidas, and I’m the lucky lady who gets to teach you about shifter sexual behavior.”
No wonder she was game to fight Cash in the ring; she’s a Leonidas. They’re the most competitive Council family—and the most physical because they own the Pred Games.
Before she can continue, a jaguar in the back raises his hand. He doesn’t wait to be called on, which makes her sneer. “I don’t see why I’m in this class, nor do I get why I have a woman teaching me about sex.”
In a move that would make Lucille proud, the lioness pounces, pinning him to the bean bag he’s sitting on. “Every semester, I have a shriveled little asshole like you who thinks his shit doesn’t stink. I’ll tell you what I’ve told all of them—you’re here because your parents or a professor have determined you do not understand the basics of shifter sexuality. Regardless of where you’ve been dipping your wick... " Her eyes slide to me and she smirks. “...or who’s been dipping it into you, you’ve demonstrated a complete lack of knowledge about traditions, safety precautions, or breeding that must be corrected before you do something that endangers yourselves or others.”
Crap. Now I know why this class is small… we’re the remedial sex dummies.
“Fine!” the jaguar says as he struggles beneath her. “So my parents decided to punish me for what happened over Christmas break—it’s still bullshit.”
