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Though her innocence had given me blue balls, I was grateful for her confusion at that moment. I loved that I was teaching her this, loved that I was showing her the way we’d always be together with no one else muddying the waters between us.

When she began to rock into me, this time hard and fast, I knew she was close. Her breaths panted from between her lips, and when she tensed, releasing a deep moan that no one except me could hear, I felt her shudder before her legs began to buckle.

I held her up, held her tucked in my arms. My cock was nuzzled by her ass still, and even though I wasn’t about to come any time soon, it didn’t matter. I was happy she had, happier that she’d relaxed enough around me to let me do this, to let me give her this.

She was slack in my arms for endless moments, moments in which I carried on kissing her, carried on showing her my feelings for her.

When her chest stopped jittering with her panting breaths, I whispered in her ear, “Who am I?”

For a second, she was quiet, contemplative. Then she whispered, “Mine,” and my evening was complete.

THIRTY-TWO

EVE

The morning after the party, hours after thatkissand whatever the heck Stefan had done to me, I slipped into the sickbay early. I wanted to check up on Nestor while the place was still quiet, while I could sneak around, avoiding both other people as well as my thoughts.

What Stefan had done was racing through my mind, but why I’d allowed him to… I didn’t even have an answer for that. More terrifying than anything, however, was that it had felt right.

Natural.

Like he should have done that to me. Like he had the right to do that to me.

Shuddering at the memory of the pleasure he’d made me feel, at how easy it had been to declare myself ‘his,’ I forced myself to focus. It was the first time I’d been in this part of the school by myself, and while I wasn’t surprised to see that every bed was full with each kid suffering from a variety of ailments, I was curious enough to want to investigate what had downed them.

I didn’t recognize them all. Some were obviously younger than me, and some looked to be as old as Stefan. Some had broken bones, others were unconscious like Dre had been all those weeks ago, and a few even had weird rashes and were surrounded by plastic sheeting. Yesterday, Eren told me they had the measles and the sickbay was trying to keep it contained.

I’d read about measles but had never seen them in the flesh, so I was curious. Curious enough to approach the area of the wardthat was cordoned off. As I stepped away from Nestor’s bed, where I found him sleeping rather peacefully for a boy whose throat had been torn out, I headed toward that side of the ward. A few feet away, someone gripped my hand. A startled yelp escaped me, making the students sleeping in their beds shuffle in their sleep.

Head whipping to the side to see who had grabbed me, I glared at Frazer. “What are you doing here?”

He grunted and, with his hand still holding my arm, began dragging me out of the ward. When I started to struggle, he motioned with his free arm at the patients who were sleeping, and because they were ill and didn’t need to be disturbed, I allowed him to haul me out into the hall. It wasn’t like I was in any danger.

Except to my pride, maybe.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I repeated, surprised to hear the growl to the words as my anger got the better of me. He’d blanked me last night. Blanked me as though I didn’t exist.

Jerk.

Douche.

No. Bastard!

“Saving you from the measles,” he said on a grunt, and I felt his eyes on my throat, exactly where Stefan had kissed me last night. I didn’t know why, but with my free hand, I reached up and covered my neck.

“I don’t need to be saved from them,” I sniped. “They’re in a cordoned off area for a reason.”

He shrugged. “Better to be safe than sorry. Our bodies don’t react so well to measles.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, the memory of the way he’d ignored me last night was too close to the surface to forget. “Were you trying to save me, then?” I asked sweetly, folding my arms across my chest as I glared up at him.

He glared back. “Yes. You have a problem with that?”

“I don’t need a guy who blanked me in front of everyone last night to put himself out on my behalf,” I spat at him, my outrage and, ugh,hurtmaking me want to cry. I was so mad that I wanted to hit him, to hurt him as he’d hurt me.

Frazer cocked a brow. “I’m surprised you even know what that means.”

That he didn’t apologize stirred me up and I was grateful mygouillewas in charge today. If it had been the Succubus or even the Vampire, God only knew what I’d have done…

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