Page 18 of Just One Bite
She’d tell me their love story over and over again when I was a child. How she was meant to marry someone else. Her father arranged her marriage. That’s pretty common for werewolves. But when she’d met my father at Doxlothia, the world stopped and she never thought about another man again. Her dad wasn’t happy, but she created her own pack and married my father. They both went on to do work in the Werewolf Council. It wasn’t easy for him to get in as a vampire, but they were such an unstoppable force. That’s what Mom said—she exaggerated a lot.
I haven’t felt it yet.
“I get it. You’ll find your purple sky,” he jests, nudging me in the ribs.
I smile. He’s the only one I’ve ever told that story to.
Forcing my attention back to the ice, I remind myself why I’m here. It’s never been about girls for me. The Rage team is all I have as far as a future. It’s that or my dad dragging me to work with him on the Werewolf Council, and that’s my last resort. I need to stay focused.
But there’s this strange itch in the back of my skull that makes me wonder what Olivia is doing right now.
Chapter Seven
Olivia
“Parker.” His name slips off my lips as he lowers his to my abdomen.
“Yes?”
“You feel so … you make me feel so good.” I gasp at the pleasure.
“Let me show you how good I can make you feel, Olivia.”
I can’t remember the last time I had a dream so vivid. It’s all still there when I meet my sisters for breakfast. The warmth of his breath at my ear, his fingertips digging into my thigh. The wetness of his lips ghosting over my skin. The tightening in my lower belly grows with each deliberate touch.
“What are you thinking about?”
Emma’s voice snaps me from my daze, and the roar of the dining hall greets me along with the saturated smell of lingering food. The clinking of glasses and laughter echo into the rafters. Everything in the castle is carved stone except for the ceiling, which is a giant window. There are colorful murals painted in the vaults of the arches. At the edges are large weeping pots of florals and vines hanging from the walls.
“Nothing. Just a dream I had.” I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth. There’s never been a day in Emma’s life that she hasn’t pried.
“What about?” she says, dividing her egg quiche into little bites with her fork. Next to us, Eva’s attention is elsewhere. She’s on her phone, likely texting herboyfriend.
“Nothing interesting.”
I hear his laughter before I see him. My attention catches on his brown hair as he moves into the dining hall with Zant and a few other guys, who I guess are either part of his pack or his team. I wonder what the difference is. How many friends does he have?
“Was it about Parker?” Emma’s eyes grow wide.
“No.” It’s a little scary how accurate she is. If I don’t entertain her, she’ll drop it.
“Liar. What was it about?”
“Nothing.”
“Doesn’t sound like nothing.”
“It wasn’t that interesting,” I say a little too loud. Parker’s head shoots up from across the room, and he winks at me. Then my face grows hot.
“You’re blushing. You had a sex dream.”
I grab her hand and squeeze. “Be quiet. Everyone can hear you.”
“What’s happening?” Eva cuts in, dropping her phone on the table and grabbing a biscuit.
Emma leans in to whisper to her. I hate them.
I think about moving to a different table, but who else will entertain me for the morning? I focus on eating. Classes don’t start till Monday, and we have the majority of the day to walk around and get our bearings before the house round table starts. I don’t think I’ve been less excited for anything.
