Page 40 of Nidev and Lyric

“Keep it open for me, baby.”

He rocked his hips, slow at first, controlled. Letting her adjust. Letting her take him.

She did.

Fucking perfectly.

When she started moving with him, letting him slide deeper, holding herself there—he gritted his teeth, heat burning in his spine.

She was giving herself over. Completely. And it was fucking beautiful.

Both hands were back in her hair, gripping tight.

Her fingers found his balls, the scrape of her nails tearing a growl from his chest along with his orgasm. “Swallow,” he seethed, a rough, shuddering groan breaking through him. He watched her as he spilled into her soft, willing throat, into her perfect obedience. His angel. His darkest lust, his most precious sin.

The mark on his soul that would never be erased.

LESSON TWO

Lyric blinked awake, breath slow, body warm. The sheets shifted as she moved, cool fabric dragging over her bare skin.

Nidev’s bed.

Excitement fluttered through her as she swallowed, meeting an ache in her throat instantly. The pulsing reminder of what she’d done sent a mild shockwave through her stomach. She ran a hand over her face as she looked over the quiet room, wondering where he might be and what time it was.

She remembered her phone was in her backpack. She scooted out of the bed to find it, dragging the sheet from the bed and wrapping in it before tiptoeing to the kitchen while listening for any signs of him. She poked her head out, finding no signs of him then spotted her backpack near the door.

She hurried across the room and grabbed the phone from the side pocket, unlocking the screen.

Nidev:Make the bed before you leave.

A second text followed.

Nidev:Your next assignment begins now. I left something for you. A scent. Wear it today.

Her gaze swept the room. Left something where?

She went back to the room and saw something on the dresser. She hurried over and picked up the small dark bottle. Unlabeled.

She twisted off the cap and drew in a slow sniff. Oh. This washissmell. Cedar, smoke, and something else dark beneath it. He wanted her to wear it?

More like wearhim. Not exactly a difficult assignment.

She pressed it to her pulse points—throat, wrists, the hollow between her breasts. She picked up her phone, making sure there were no other texts.

She gasped at seeing the time. “Shit!” Thirty minutes till her first class!

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The phone buzzed.

Nidev glanced at the screen. Fucking Marsh Mate.

He took in a breath and hit the button. “Patches.”

“Thank fuck,” Patches muttered. “Was hoping I wouldn’t have to take a ride.”

Nidev lifted his business tablet, eyeing the schedule then remembered his marsh brothers had recently gotten thebite. “How’s that bite treating you?”

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