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I tensed, my arms freezing at my side, hands fisted. “What are you doing?”
His warm, strong arms tightened around me. “Nearly being attacked by someone experiencing Bloodlust isn’t easy,” he said matter-of-factly. “I’m trying to offer you comfort.”
A spark of annoyance rose inside me, shaking off the shock. “I don’t need yourcomfort.”
I felt him shrug. “You have it regardless,” he said, his voice taking on an indifferent tone that grated on my nerves. “Until the Auction, you’re still a member of my League.”
That irritated me further. “Let me go.”
He let out a breath as his head leaned against my hair, his jaw brushing it. When I jerked in his arms, he inhaled as though he was taking in my scent. My heart lurched in my chest at the thought. I raised my hands, flattened them against his stomach, willed them to push him away, but in vain.
His embrace feels so,sogood—
“My Lord!”
Ragnor moved away so fast there wasn’t even a blur. My shoulders slumped in relief as Magnus and Margarita came through the door. Their eyes were on Ragnor as they passed me, not sparing me a glance.
As the Lieutenants fussed over Ragnor, I used the opportunity to slip away, back into the shadows.
Where I will always belong.
CHAPTER 13
Lying with my first boyfriend in an old shed, I trailed my fingers over his skin where the moonlight touched, my entire front plastered against his as he was lying under me. He was immobile, letting my fingertips trail down his face to the weak point at the base of his throat, where I grazed my nails.
“Leenie,” he whispered when my other hand crawled down his body to where his cock waited under me, “please ...”
His plea made me close my eyes in euphoria. I grabbed at his member, felt him trying to jerk, but he was tied to the bars, unable to move.
“This is what I want you to do to me,” I murmured, letting him go and raising my hands up. I wrapped them around his neck, pressing my thumbs against his windpipe as my nails dug into his skin, drawing pretty crimson blood.
He gasped, and I could feel his skin heating up and see the reluctant lust entering his eyes. Pleasure consumed me, and knowing I was in charge was so heady I almost moaned. I wanted to show him what I needed him to do to me, and what he always refused to do.
As he buckled against the bars, his face transformed, and his body grew taller, more muscular. His hair lightened from pitch black to dark chocolate brown, and his eyes darkened from turquoise to a familiar, eerie midnight blue.
I gasped when he suddenly tore his hands from the chains and flipped us over so I was on my back and he was looming over me. His hands pinnedmine to the mattress, and his powerful, toned body hovered over mine as his eyes, hotter than I’d ever seen them, trailed down my body.
He licked his lips, and my heart drummed in my chest. Then his hands were on my naked thighs, spreading them, exposing my slick entrance to his hungry gaze. His hold tightened, growing painful, and I felt my loins clench.
This, I thought as he lowered his head and his teeth sank into the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, making me arch my back and moan.This is what I want.
I felt the tension pooling, rising, threatening to burst out of me as he ate my pussy as if it was his favorite dessert. He licked and nipped and sucked, and the pleasure was so overwhelming I thrashed against the chains now caging my wrists to the rail, needing his mouth on mine and his cock inside me.
But when he raised his head and our gazes locked, I saw my reflection in his pupils and froze. It wasn’t my face reflected there. It was someone else’s. Older, familiar, and absolutely terrifying.
I woke up from the nightmare with cold sweat dripping onto the sheets of my bed and my heart drumming so hard I could feel my ribs shuddering. What began as a dream about how Logan and I used to fool around turned into a nightmare about Ragnor and me here in this place.
Sleep eluded me for the rest of the night.
“Let’s talk about Bloodlust.”
Abe folded his arms, his face grim. The general air in the League was grim, too, after what happened last night when Gus turned into a vampire-beast and went nuts in the cafeteria.
My classmates were out of it. Jakob, Gus’s closest friend, stared at the wall, his face vacant but his eyes bloodshot from crying. Zoey, who was also close to Gus, wasn’t her perky self and, instead, stared down at her hands, seemingly distressed. But the rest of the class were listening to Abe with rapt attention.
I was trying to focus and not linger on what happened after the vampire-beast’s attack.
Or Ragnor and the dream that refused to leave my mind.
