Page 68 of Cursed

“Not unless I get to him first.”

His hand caught my jaw gently but firmly and made me turn to look at him. “This isn’t your fault.”

My gaze dropped to his lips. I wanted to taste him so badly that my cock ached even now through all the pain I was feeling. Other than my sister, he was the only person who gave a fuck about me. And I had been falling in love with him. Hell, I think I did that the second I saw his gorgeous face.

“Why haven’t you healed?” His brow crinkled in confusion.

I wanted to reach up and erase the tension growing there.

“I, uh… I have to feed if I want to heal something this bad.” I dropped my gaze and stared at his hand, which still lingered on my waistband.

Did he find me attractive too?

“Feed on me,” he said, his voice low and with a tone that sounded like need.

But I was inexperienced and didn’t know if it was only what I hoped to hear.

“I can’t.” I placed my hand on his chest to push him away. But when my palm touched his muscular pec, I couldn’t find it in me to follow through. So it just rested there, and my eyes crawled up to look into his cobalt-blue eyes.

They glowed ever so slightly. “Why not?”

“I need to confess something.” I closed my eyes and willed myself to say the words, knowing he might kill me himself for what I was about to say. “My father sent me here to be a spy… mostly on you.” I tensed, waiting for a killing blow.

“And?” he asked.

“And?” I snapped my gaze to him and studied him. “Don’t you want to kill me?”

“Are you my friend?” he asked. “Is that a lie?”

“I hated doing it. I like you. I’m your friend… but my father—”

He laughed and shook his head. “You think you are the only student or teacher at this school meant to spy on or get close to me?”

I blinked. And yeah, he was right, but I hadn’t realized he knew. “I guess not.”

“My father doesn’t trust me with a damned thing because he doesn’t trust me not to blab. So, whatever. You aren’t getting anything out of me anyway.” He scoffed, then quieted, chewing on his lip nervously. “I could tell you hated doing it. I’m just glad you finally told me. It only confirms my relationship with you is right.”

Did he mean to sayrelationship?

“Uh, there’s something else.” My face flushed pink. “My bite… it will probably make you come without me meaning to.”

“So you don’t want to make me come?” He grinned as his hand landed over mine, pressing it harder into his chest. “I was getting a different vibe.”

My eyes widened, and I tried to pull away. But Rourke pulled me closer with a hand on my lower back. When our hips touched, I felt that he was hard for me too.

“I want to, but I didn’t think you—” I paused, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t know you were into guys.”

“I’m not intoguys.” He licked his lips and glanced down at my mouth. “I’m intoyou.”

That’s all I needed to hear before I clasped the back of his head and pulled him into a searing kiss. I didn’t open my mouth, worried I’d hit him with my toxin.

His body melted into mine. When he licked at the seam of my lips, I opened, and he dipped in. Instantly, he shuddered and jerked his hips into me.

I groaned at the jarring impact on my wound.

“Goddess!” He pulled back. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I should have told you about my saliva.” I grimaced, feeling like an ass. “It’s more potent than most of us let on.”

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