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Frowning, I drop my gaze.
“Look at me!” His scream echoes through the library, and the few students in here turn their attention toward us. I lift my eyes and stare at him. He’s so full of self-loathing.
“The only fucking family I had is gone, Carter.” His chest heaves. “For what? The alpha?”
“Lower your voice; they will hear you.”
His laugh is acidic and bitter like the rind of an orange. “I don’t give a damn.” Then he rips his claws from the table and shifts. The torn remnants of his clothes flutter to the ground, and he tears out of the library like a ghost is chasing him.
Perhaps one is.
Chapter 21
Raven
When I wake, Draco is in his wolf form and snuggled against me. I check the clock, not surprised to find I slept through the day and it’s morning already. Luckily, I don’t have classes on Thursdays.
Shifting to get more comfortable, I run my fingers down his back, marveling in how soft his fur is. His ears twitch. I stop, not wanting to wake him, then continue when his eyes remain closed.
He’s not so bad this way. Almost cute in a way. I close my eyes and try to coax my wolf awake. The corner of my mind where I’m used to her being is unnaturally silent as I run my fingers over Draco’s abs.
Wait, what.
The palest blue eyes are pinned on me when I open mine.
“Don’t stop.” His breath tickles over my mouth.
My fingers are still on his stomach and my thoughts turn down a dangerously alluring path.
“You want to, don’t you?” he asks, grabbing my hand with his and drawing it down the hard planes of his stomach until my fingers brush over his thick cock. “Touch me.”
I swallow around the lump in my throat and gently constrict my fingers, wrapping them around his length and pumping a few times. He groans and grips my ass with his hands. I snap back to reality.
What am I doing?
“Don’t think,” he whispers before catching my lips with his full ones.
Oh fuck.
He traces the seam of my lips with his tongue. I open to him, letting him slip past my defenses. My hand is still around him, so I give him a languid stroke, circling my finger around the top. His icy cold hands wrap around my throat and begin to squeeze.
What the fuck?
My eyes snap open, and it’s no longer Draco I’m kissing, but a phantom. Since I can’t make out features, I don’t know if it’s my friend or another one altogether. I also have no idea why it’s choking me. I glance away, focusing on my peripheral. It’s not a man’s form. It’s a woman’s.
“Raven!” A palm cracks across my cheek, and I bolt upright, gasping for air.
“Fuck, you scared me. What the hell was that?” Morg is staring at me like I’m crazy then shoots her gaze around the room.
“I, I don’t know.” I glance around. The spirit isn’t anywhere in sight. Morg’s eyes are bugging out of her head. She’s freaking out. I clutch my neck, wincing when I touch the skin.
Shaking my head, I scrub a hand over my face. A phantom visited me and choked me? Why?
“Who the fuck did that to you?” She narrows her eyes and leans closer, tipping my chin to the side. “Tell me who did it and I’ll castrate them.” She hovers her other hand over what’s sure to be bruises.
How she’ll castrate a ghost is beyond me, so I shake my head. “I’m fine, Morg. Really.”
She scoffs. “That’s not fucking fine. Who did that?”
