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“I suppose I shouldn’t do this then…” I lock a hand around her thigh and slide it up.

She lets out a hum that instantly gets me hard. I have to grind my teeth to stay the one in charge here. With one well pitched moan, she can undo me and turn the tables. It happens more often than not.

She squeezes her eyes shut as I slip a finger under her panties. She’s slick with need, so perfectly wet that it takes everything in me not to make her straddle my face. But I push aside my own primal need and press inside her.

Her eyes pop open and jerk to the open door. “Cade, we can’t.”

“That’s not what it feels like.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but I push deeper, cutting her off with pleasure.

“Oh.” She melts momentarily, and I press my forehead to hers, hopeless to experience the ecstasy with her.

“You can’t fight it, can you?” I kiss her lips, trying to taste it.

“We could get expel—”

I up the tempo of my finger, silencing her breathless dispute. Her hips buck into my hand, and I groan, my muscles shaking. I want her so badly. I want it to be my dick that her pussy is tightening around.

I insert another finger, pumping against the panic in her eyes as she gapes back at the hallway. She’s probably trying andfailing to imagine all the repercussions that could come with getting caught. It’s lost on me why she’s so worried about getting in trouble. No one is getting expelled for a little hand relief. I’ve seen worse on this campus.

But it is delectable, watching her struggle.

I think her fear is fuel on the fire of my soul.

“Admit you’re afraid I’m going to drag your soul to hell,” I growl, playing into her fear of me being the grim reaper.

I’m fully aware that I would never be allowed to do such a thing. Heaven has a claim on her that no amount of my deviant nature can thwart. But it’s enticing, nonetheless.

“Admit it,” I demand, as she teeters on the edge of her orgasm.

She clutches my cloak, shuddering and breaking apart with a well-contained bite of her lip. A rumble of irritation vibrates in my chest. I hate that she can reign in her screams. Whatever force she’s really worried about has her tightly in its grasp, and it’s not boot camp Martha.

“You cheated.” I sulk, twirling her hair between my fingers as she comes down from her high. “You never conceded.”

In her fleeting tranquility, she lets me continue to hold her despite the open door, and reaches up to push my hood back.

“I told you, I’m not afraid of you.” She looks tragically into my eyes, and gently swipes a lock of my hair off my forehead. “I would go anywhere with you, even hell.”

I guess that’s a good thing, considering that’s right where I’m going after graduation.

Chapter Forty-One

Sky

Ituck my phone into the band of my tights and begin tiptoeing behind Ruby down the hallway, squashing the sick feeling that’s taken root in my stomach.

Sure enough, when I turned on my phone, there were fuming texts from my father. Apparently, the headmistress notified him of my class change. It doesn’t seem like he knows the reason, but he’s unhappy about it, to say the least. Any attention I garner is bad attention in his eyes, and a class change is a nuisance to my elders.

I can’t imagine what he would do if I had been caught today, legs open on my bed, while the infamous Cade Haven stole my breath. Would he pull me out of Hillcrest, say the hell with my diploma, and lock me up at home?

My stomach twists despite having to focus on Ruby, one step below me on the stairs, so I don’t trip in the dark.

I would much rather wallow in indignation, free of this itchy white costume, in bed, but I can’t do that to Callie. Even though she listed at least forty different reasons why the senior party is a bad idea, I know she desperately wants to go, and I promised her I would be by her side the whole time, ready to walk her back if she wanted to leave.

I think both me and Callie know that neither Ruby nor Lana will be willing to do the same. They have been conspiring to get as ‘fucked up’ as possible, and I highly doubt they will appease Callie’s anxiety tonight. Especially with the added jitters of Bobby coming. He’s not a senior, but I invited him anyway, based on the bashful looks Callie gives him. I’m hoping some alcohol can get her out of her shell enough to actually talk to him and maybe have a good time tonight.

When me and Ruby step into the night, my mouth falls open. There are students everywhere. Quiet clusters of vampires, witches, and masks are all making their way to the left, towards the woods. It’s eerie, the way the quad is alive with movement, but the only sound comes from crickets and soft swishing leaves. The contrast of so many people with the lack of noise makes it feel like I’m watching a movie with the volume off.

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