Page 70 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
No. Well, yes, but I’ve never felt so complete after an orgasm,I confess.
Usually sex leaves me feeling hollow. It doesn’t help that the few partners I’ve had were during drunken escapades where my only goal was forgetting everything.
One dry-hump against Draco has obliterated all of those horrible experiences from my mind. He makes me want to feel everything. Having sex with him is a terrible idea. He’ll break me. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing at this point.
Well, if he’s to be ours, he has to prove himself. No harem until we’ve seen the peen.
Fucking hell, Joan, do you have to be so crude?
She huffs.You say crude, I say practical.
Draco kisses the tip of one of my fingers, then steps away. My legs are shaking, but I lock my knees, refusing to let him see me stumble around like an idiot.
“I’ll see you around, Little Red.” Then he spins on his heel and leaves me standing in the ballroom wondering what the fuck just happened.
Chapter 14
Raven
“Hey, there,” I whisper the next morning as I fall in line behind the little girl who was in my class with Everett. She squeaks and peeks back at me as though she expects a monster. When her eyes land on me, they widen and she spins around.
“Hi.” She clasps her hands together and glances around the cafeteria. Her hair hits her shoulders, but it still has the baby fine look to it that most kids grow out of by now.
“Expecting someone?” I ask with a smile.
She shakes her head and stiffens. “No.”
“I’m Raven.” I extend my hand. “What’s your name?”
“Bea,” she whispers, taking my hand and shaking it.
“Nice to meet you.” I feel like I’m about to break her little fingers, so I cut the handshake short, grab a tray, and hand it to her.
“Oh, thanks.” She starts picking out her food, and I watch as she only grabs a small spoonful of eggs and a piece of toast. I nab a few pieces of bacon and a burrito. Bea takes an orange juice while I go for the good stuff—good is an exaggeration, but I digress.
“Do you want to sit with me?” I point to a table with my coffee mug.
Bea chews on her cheek and searches the room again. She’s so skittish but maybe that comes from being changed into a shifter at a young age and being placed in this academy. She probably misses her family even more than I miss Aunt Lou.
“O-Okay.”
“Awesome!” I navigate to the empty table and wait for her to sit so I can take the place across from her. “How old are you?” I ask as I unwrap my burrito.
Bea moves her eggs around with her fork. “Um, thirteen.”
“Only thirteen?” She could be fifty for all I know. Shifter age is a funny thing.
Tipping her head to the side, she thinks for a minute. “Oh. I guess I’m fourteen now.”
“I’m sure this last year has been weird.”
“Awful, you mean?” Her eyes light with mirth. Finally, a little spark of life.
With a chuckle, I take a bite and nod. Bea uses the moment to eat—I mean scarf down her food. One minute there’s at least ten bites, the next the eggs and toast are gone.
“You’re hungry, go get some more.”
She shakes her head. “I’m okay.”
