Page 69 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
“If you were caught, is it still a secret?”
I shrug. “The only people who knew about it were the owner, Aunt Lou, and the cop.”
Giving me a contemplative once over, he sighs. “I knew you were trouble.”
“Like you aren’t.”
He grins and yanks me against his body and brings his lips an inch away from mine. “You know what I love about trouble?” he asks, eyes narrowing in on my mouth. The hand between my shoulder blades floats lower, resting above the edge of my leggings.
“What?” I ask on a breath, hating how much he’s affecting me.
“Finding more,” he whispers, then smashes his lips to mine.
The cool air of the ballroom makes me shiver, and Draco groans when I open my mouth to him. We stay locked together, exploring the dangerous thread stretching between us until it’s drawn so tightly it threatens to snap. My core clenches, and he shoves my legs apart with his thigh, pressing against my aching apex.
I let out a moan when he uses the hand on my back to press me against him. He bites my bottom lip, chuckling when I make another noise.
“Moons, you’re perfect,” he whispers against my mouth before ravishing me again.
Moving both of my hands to the back of his neck, I dig my fingers into his skin as he rocks my hips against his legs again. I’m soaking wet and pretty sure he can feel it.
Breaking away from the kiss, he growls, “Harder, Raven.”
I glance at him. “What?”
“I want your marks on me.” He rocks me against him again. “Don’t be afraid to make me bleed.”
With a slight frown, I shake my head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
A sinister smile slashes across his face. “I want you to.” Then he captures my lips again. “Make it hurt,” he whispers into my mouth.
His hand slips beneath my shirt and his calloused fingers skate up my spine. I shiver and tighten my hold on him like he asked. Moaning in approval, he ravages my mouth and moves me against his leg, owning every part of me. Testing the limits, I shift the pressure from the pads of my fingers to the tips, letting my nails bite into his skin.
Draco growls, but it’s not an angry sound. My stomach tightens and my legs squeeze around his thigh. I start moving against him, spurred on by his firm grip until the pressure becomes so much I have to break away from the kiss. I slam my forehead against my arm resting on his shoulder and bite my lip, whining as my clit pulses with an impending orgasm.
“Next time, I’m fucking you.” His voice is husky, the words strained as he applies more pressure with his thigh. “Your pretty pink pussy will be wrapped so tight around my cock you’ll never want to leave.”
Oh fuck.
There’s something so wrong about this. My breath quickens. Heart stuttering in my chest as warmth flushes up my body, building and building until I feel like I’m going to combust if I don’t let it out.
I bite my arm, silencing a cry as I come, trembling in his arms as the throbbing between my legs eases. He doesn’t stop moving me until the shudders subside.
Moving his hands from my hips, he digs his fingers into my hair and lifts my head from my arm so I can meet his eyes. “When I’m buried deep inside you, you won’t stifle those little cries, do you understand?”
I nod, sucking in a quick breath because, damn, if I don’t want him to take me back to his room.
Ain’t no shame in the sex game, baby. Do what you have to do.
Joan’s voice breaks the moment, and I extract my fingers from his neck, wincing when I see blood coating the edges of a few nails.
“You listen well.” He grabs my hand and licks the nails clean.
I stare at him, mouth hanging open and at a loss for words.
This is…
Perfect?Joan asks.
