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Are they still watching me?

The thought of them stalking me through the woods sends a fresh flood of wetness between my legs.

It feels as though it takes forever before I see the edge of the tree line. The closer I get; the more jittery panic takes over.

What if someone sees me? It’s Saturday night. Other students will be sneaking out. I’ll die of mortification if I’m seen dressed in nothing but my underwear.

I’m excruciatingly aware of how I’m almost naked and how easy it will be for anyone to see me.

My soles meet the softness of the grass, and I break into a run. I dash toward the building going flat out, arms pumping, and my heart slamming wildly against my ribs.

The entrance hall is empty. Worrying my lower lip with my teeth, heat creeps into my cheeks and spreads down my chest as I head for my room.

Laughter explodes from somewhere further up the hallway. I duck back around the corner, and swallow down my panic. A couple of students are creeping into one of the rooms, too focused on each other to notice me. I wait until they’re inside with the door closed before racing along toward my room. The second I get to the door, I unlock it and slip inside.

Pressing my back against the wood, I close my eyes and gasp for breath. I almost got caught. If they’d seen me, I would have been in so much trouble. Legs like jelly, I slide down until I’m sitting on the floor and hugging my knees. I’m a bubbling cauldron of horniness and confusion.

Part of me is angry that they made me walk back to school without my clothes. A stronger part is high on the intensity of the evening.

I wait for my breath to even out and the shaking in my limbs to lessen before I attempt to rise. When I finally do, I head straight for the bathroom.

I switch on the light and turn toward the mirror. My eyes are bright, cheeks flushed. My teeth have made little indents in my lower lip, where I’ve been biting it so much.

Reaching behind me, I unclip my bra and let it flutter to the ground. There’s a red mark on my right breast and another below the nipple on my left. I touch the higher one with a finger, recalling the surprise and then the pleasure of the pull of his lips as he sucked. It’s enough to make me tremble. I graze my fingertip over the tip watching as it pebbles with excitement.

There’s a throbbing low in my groin. It hurts so bad, but in a strange, needy way. My fingers drift downward until I’m caressing where his mouth pressed a fiery path over the lace covering my pussy.

I liked his mouth there.

The way his hands had cupped my bottom. The thought of being trapped while they gave me pleasure is arousing. Wetness is still pooled between my legs.

I didn’t want them to stop.

The wisp of truth shocks me.

What would they have done if they’d continued? Would they have done what I’d described when I made myself come? Pinned me down? Put their hands between my legs? Toyed with me until I orgasmed?

My fingers rub at the material where my darer touched, pushing it in until I’m stroking my clit through it. Watching my reflection in the mirror, I moan low in my throat.

What would it feel like to have their mouths on me there? No barrier between us? Would it feel better than my fingers?

I want to feel their hands on me again.

Need them all over my skin.

I crave it.

Chapter 48

Eli

Unlike Arabella, we don’t have to run the gauntlet of being caught by security getting back to our room. As soon as she’s gone, we go in the opposite direction and go back through the secret tunnels. Neither of us break the silence until we’re back inside, with our door locked. At night, there is no telling how far sound will travel, and we don’t want anyone hearing something inside the walls of the dorm building and investigate too deeply.

But the second we’re in our room, Kellan turns to look at me.

“What was that?”

“What?” I know exactly what he means.

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