Page 16 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
I wrinkle my nose and press my eyebrows together. “No.”
“Then let me finish.” Strands of dark hair fall across his forehead, and I fight the urge to brush them away from his eyes.
Am I really going to give him permission to lick me?
Do I really want to be eaten by vampires?
Absolutely not.
“Fine, but hurry.”
He smiles and tsks. “You can’t rush perfection, Little Red.”
I press my lips together and watch him lick my wounds clean. He slowly rolls his tongue over the cuts. Once the blood is gone from those, he slips my index finger inside his mouth and sucks on it. My knees knock together, heat flaring low in my belly. With a gasp, I place my hand on his shoulder to stay upright. He chuckles, and the sound vibrates against my finger as he drags his mouth to the end of it and moves to my middle one.
“Draco! Release her.” Carter doesn’t sound happy.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I say over my shoulder. He’s storming toward us and looks ready to knock Draco out. “The gate cut me, and he’s getting rid of the blood before the vampires— “
“Vampires?” Carter scoffs. “Moons, Draco, is that what you told her?”
The man in question swirls his tongue over my bloodied finger and places a chaste kiss at the tip before releasing my wrist, standing, and smirking at Carter.
“I was helping.”
Carter crosses his arms over his chest. “Fucking hell. What is your problem?”
I stare at the blood covering my forearm. “There are no vampires here, are there?”
Draco brushes his hair aside and gives me a pitying look. “Ah, but there are vampires.”
“What he’s failing to mention is they can’t get past the wards around the campus.”
Mother fucker.
I slap Draco with my good hand, relishing in the shock flashing across his face.
“Oh, kinky.” He closes the gap between us, making me take a step back into the brick wall. Hovering his face a few inches from mine, he studies me with such a fierce intensity, it’s like he can see into my soul. “When I ask you to do it again, make sure you hit me harder.”
“Fuck you,” I say, shoving his chest and rushing toward Carter.
Draco’s gaze flits over me before he shrugs. “In time,” he says then struts back toward the house, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.
As if I’d sleep with the bastard.
Carter blows out a breath. “He’s an asshole, but he’s harmless.”
I don’t know about that, but I nod then narrow my eyes on Carter.
“Open the gate,” I say.
His spine goes ramrod straight. “The ward won’t let me out for another month, and even then, the pack magic won’t let you pass.”
“Try,” I insist. “Put your hands on the gate and pull.”
“It won’t work,” he says through clenched teeth. Still he listens to my command and tugs on the gate. I frown when nothing happens and the pack magic doesn’t attack him like it did me. “See?”
“I can’t leave.”
