Page 113 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
Draco inhales and groans. “All in good time, Little Red.”
Then he goes back into the bathroom and shuts the door. I stare at the knob, expecting him to come back, but he doesn’t. The cold air he left behind does nothing to soothe the ache between my legs.
Thank fuck he’s not staying here tonight.
An icy finger strokes my cheek as I start to push off of the wall. I gasp and still, waiting for him to show himself. He’s strong enough to show me what he looks like, but I’m starting to think he’s embarrassed or something because he never does. When I focus on my peripheral, I see his form hovering in front of me, almost exactly where Draco had been.
The chill presses in as he moves closer and his hips press into mine, just as Draco’s had. The freezing touch moves from my cheek to my lips, tracing over them. I part them to speak, then remember Draco’s in the bathroom.
This is my phantom, he doesn’t hurt me. I don’t know why I’m so certain of this fact, but my gut tells me he’s not the one who tried to choke me.
As if thinking about the other night triggered him, his touch moves to my neck which is no longer bruised. Thank you supernatural healing. He presses the pads of his fingers exactly where the other phantom had before moving his hand back up to cup my cheek and tilt my head back.
“Oh,” I say on a breath.
Frozen lips brush over mine.
The bathroom door rips open, steam wafts out of the bathroom, and my scent of my lilac soap fills the air. The cold disperses so suddenly I’m still pursing my lips. I widen my eyes and glance at Draco. He’s scowling, but it’s not directed at me. He’s too busy eyeing the room as though he expects to find and kill someone. When he looks at me, I’ve recovered from the phantom kiss.
“Are you okay?”
I nod, running my hands over my messy hair. “I’m fine.”
He searches my face. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Okay.” I force myself off the wall to show him nothing is wrong. He can hear my heart though, and there’s no hiding it’s erratic tempo.
* * *
Carter
I makemy way between the tables, heading to where Raven and Draco are eating breakfast. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are lit with a fire I’ve only seen a few times. Though given who she’s been dealing with, I’m not surprised. Draco has a way of making people exasperated.
The zeta thinks to be the favorite.
A luna doesn’t have favorites; we’ll be a unit,I remind my wolf.
He huffs.We will see about that.
“Morning,” I say when I reach the table, rapping my knuckles on the edge. “Everything go okay last night?”
Raven nods. “Nothing exciting.”
“Nothing exciting?” Draco shakes his head. “Why are you lying to the man?”
I told you he was trying to be the favorite, sleeping with her before we even complete the ritual.
Studiously ignoring my jealous wolf, I volley my gaze between them. She doesn’t smell like him, at least, she doesn’t smell like his cum, so there was no sex. The way she glances away from me tells me there wassomething. I won’t press her for details.
Draco smirks at me. “How’d you sleep?”
He’s being a dick and he knows it.
“Fine. I was exhausted, so I needed it. I’ll take tonight’s shift.”
“Okay,” Raven says just as Draco says, “No.”
She side eyes him. “Maybe we can stay in your room?” she asks me.
