Page 19 of Sweethearts and Savages
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Mouse had managed to get herself tangled up in something bad.
I was mad at Mouse for keeping secrets, but I really couldn’t talk. I’d been keeping secrets too. But Mouse was all caught up in some messed up shit, and in true Mouse fashion, had managed to rescue an enslaved fire Djinn and enrage a murderous slave owner. The whole thing had thrown our family, and the Academy, into a total freakout, not that you would tell from Mouse’s reaction. She was happy as a pig in mud, especially now that her and Bobby had worked out their shit.
It was rough there for a moment, and Mouse had been so damn angry at me. But when there was a threat to our little Pack, we did what we always did. We pulled together.
We still got shipped off to the Academy to live on campus for a little while though. It was tumultuous and worrying and it made my wolf whine in anxiety.
With everything that was going on, I’d managed to avoid Stacey for the last few weeks. I’d kissed her and she’d run away like I’d attacked her. Bohdie, however, had become even more protective, growling at anyone who so much as looked at me funny, like the threat had come from within the Academy. It hadn’t—it was some psycho on the outside who thought of people as property—but he still felt useless. So I let him snarl and growl, calming him however I could.
My Omega abilities were getting a crazy workout if I threw in the anger that Christopher was feeling too. My brother was frustrated that there was a threat to Mouse that he was helpless to fight against. The memories that Flint, the fire Djinn, had caused to resurface had shortened his temper as well.
How did he channel that rage? Well, it wasn’t into therapy, that was for sure. No, he channeled it into doing dumb shit to Cara, Bohdie’s friend from Black Mountain and Christopher’s current nemesis. And if she wasn’t around, he took it out on Bohdie.
Christopher’s protectiveness of me doubled, and more than once in the last couple of weeks I’d found him beating the crap out of a high school senior who’d said god knows what. I’d broken up even more fights between him and Bohdie.
They were so volatile on the topic of me that people were scared to even look me in the eye. To appease my brother, because I knew—through my Omega abilities and just good old-fashioned intuition—that this whole situation was because of our fucked up beginnings, I stopped seeing Bohdie during the day.
But at night, when the Academy had gone to bed, I’d sneak out of my dorm room and down the hall on silent feet. I’d meet him in the library, or if the night was warm, down by our pond.
Now, dressed in Bohdie’s oversized hoodie and some tight yoga pants that belonged to Mouse, I crept out of the rear fire escape and Bohdie was there. Waiting for me with his arms open.
I raced into them and he kissed me like I hadn’t seen him in months, rather than hours.
His hands slid over the smooth fabric of my yoga pants and up to my ass. He groaned as he squeezed lightly. “Missed you, Princess.”
I snorted. “Are you talking to me or my ass?”
He kissed me softly. “A little of both?”
I slapped his chest and he chuckled as he stepped away, his hand coming up to grab mine. As we got to the path that would lead to the pond, I tugged on his hand to stop him.
“Bohdie?”
He looked down at me, his brows drawn. “Yeah?”
“Do you think we could go to your place tonight?”
I felt his whole body still. “Everyone’s probably asleep, if you wanted to visit them.”
I almost snorted at his roundabout way of asking why. “I don’t want to visit with anyone else.”
He drew me in, protecting me from the cool night breeze. He dipped his head closer to my face, until his lips nearly brushed mine. “What do you want?”
I chewed my lip. I could do this. Be brave. Say what I wanted. I sucked in a deep breath. “Iwantyoutomakelovetome.” It came out in one long word.
He raised a brow, a grin starting to curl his lips so a dimple appeared on his cheek. “What was that?”
I met his golden eyes. “I want you to make love to me. You, uh, should know that I’ve never, you know, never…”
He took pity on me. “Made love before?” He held me so close, like he was shoring up my strength with his.
“Yeah. That.”
He grabbed me up in his arms, banding them around my back as he kissed me with so much heat I gasped. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me easily. He walked like he knew where he was going, sure-footed as he kissed me deeper. I got lost in the feel of his body curled around mine. Or was mine curled around his? Didn’t matter because I was being consumed and I loved it. Somehow, we were walking through his front door, and Bohdie was silent on his feet despite the extra weight of me. I envied his agility.
