Page 111 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
She shivers in response to my caresses and wraps up the last half of the burrito and sets it on the bed. Then she pins me with a hard stare. “If you’re staying here, we need to set some rules.”
I lower my brow and place my palm at the base of her throat. “Rules?” She smells like flowers blooming in the spring. So delicate.
Her pupils explode to black when I apply a bit of pressure and she sucks in a sharp breath. “Yes, uh, rules,” she says.
“Tell me more,” I prompt when she doesn’t continue, squeezing her throat gently in my hands. Her skin is so warm and soft. Porcelain and perfect. So delicate. I bite my cheek to keep from yanking her on top of me. I half expected her to scream at me for this, but she doesn’t.
Gripping my wrist with her hand, she peels my fingers from her throat. I pout my lip, earning one of her squinting looks.
“No sex.”
Fuck.
“Little Red, you think I came here for the sex?”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “I’m not an idiot, Draco. I know you came here in part for the possibility.”
“So you’ve thought of it too?” I ask with a wicked grin.
“You’re impossible,” she says, shoving my shoulder.
I snatch her hand and hold it against my chest. She sighs, and I imitate her.
“I’m being serious. Some ghost tried to strangle me, my wolf is missing, and I’m stuck in the hell hole for god knows how long. Having mind-blowing sex with you is a complication I can’t afford.” She slaps her other hand over her mouth the second she finishes speaking.
A dark chuckle slips past my lips. “Mind-blowing sex, huh?”
She narrows her eyes at me and pulls her hand away from her lips. “I meant to saysex. Sex with you is a complication I can’t afford.”
I run the fingers of one hand up her arm while still holding on to her wrist with my other. “Or perhaps, mind-blowing sex is what you need to decompress.”
Goosebumps ripple in the wake of my touch, and she groans in frustration.
“Draco, please.”
Usually those words are so much more fulfilling. I trail my middle finger down her arm before releasing her hand. She’s slow to remove it from my chest, but she eventually moves away, eyeing me like I might bite her, which isn’t entirely off the table at this point in time.
“All right, Little Red,” I say with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll agree to your terms on one condition.”
“What’s the condition?” She tucks her hair behind her ears.
“Sing for me.”
She snorts. “I’d rather have sex.”
I think she’s half serious about that.
“Something simple, likeYou are my Sunshine,” I say, not pursuing the other line of thought which has my dick hardening.
We stare at each other for a beat, her chewing on her bottom lip and me tapping my fingers against my chest and pretending like I’m not turned on.
“Fine,” she finally says. “Only one time.”
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Raven
Of all the things he could have asked, singing a song was his decision. I wish I understood how his mind operates, but the dark gleam in his ice blue eyes is enough to tell me the inside of his head is a scary place.
