Page 90 of Dead Wolf Walking (Bad Moon Academy 1)
“This is probably weird, right?”
He turns to look at me, raising his brow in question.
“Me, uh, being naked and here. Here, as in your room.”
“Do you think it’s weird? You’re never shy in the forest, at least not anymore.”
With a shrug, I laugh. “That’s different. We’re in bed together and you’re a professor.”
He shakes his head. “Haven’t we already gone over this? Those sort of rules don’t matter here. Besides, you’re a luna. Whatever authority I have at the academy doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. If anything, you’re the one taking advantage.”
My mouth drops open, and I swat his arm.
“Ouch,” he says in mock pain. “Now you’re hitting me. Wait until I tell the headmaster.”
“You’re such a punk,” I say on a growl. Then shove him again for good measure. “I’m not taking advantage of you.”
“And it’s such a shame,” he whispers, but not low enough I don’t catch the words.
Keeping the sheet against me, I lift onto an elbow and glare at him. “Listen, buddy, if you have something to say, don’t mutter it under your breath. Grow a pair and say it to my face.”
He bites his bottom lip, and his eyes dance with mirth. “There’s the luna in you.”
I frown. “I’ve always been like this.”
“Which is probably why you ended up a luna.” He rolls onto his side and places his hand on my hip.
No, I do not suck in a surprised breath.
That was the cooling system or something.
“Let me repeat myself. I said it’s such a shame you aren’t taking advantage of me.”
Oh fuck.
I did not expect him to take the bait.
Tracing my finger over his chest, I sigh. “I’m so thirsty.”
“I’ll get you some water.”
“Do you have coffee?” I ask, looking at him through my eyelashes.
He shakes his head. “No, but I’ll grab some from downstairs. I’ll be right back.”
“Thank you,” I say, lying on my side again and getting comfortable.
Stumbling from the bed in his boxers, he tosses on a shirt and pair of jeans before leaving. Once he’s gone, I rush to his dresser and yank out a black shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. They’ll have to do. His room is as clean as mine but with a bit more furniture: a desk stands next to the bed and a futon leans against the wall.
Shifters are fast, even in human form. So I make sure I’m tucked back under the blankets and leaning against a pillow when he returns a few minutes later.
“Making yourself at home, I see,” he says.
I grab the coffee he’s offering and look up at him with wide eyes. “But you told me to take advantage.” I soften my voice and try to make myself look innocent. A spot of coffee pools on my forefinger, so I turn the cup and see a small trail of coffee that’s escaped.
He narrows his eyes and frowns at me as I take a sip. “I think we have different ideas of what taking advantage of me means.”
Tipping my head to the side, I scrunch my nose. “Do we?” I lick the side of the cup, cleaning up the mess before taking another sip.
