He takes it step further, moving his hands from my hips to my ass and deepening our kiss. I completely forget we’re in the hall at school and lose myself in him until I hear Lev’s voice.

“You two keep kissing like that in front of me and I’m going to have to rub one out right here,” Lev snickers.

“Fuck off,” Connor says over his shoulder with no heat.

“Gross,” I say at the same time.

Connor doesn’t take his hands off me as he walks me backward through the cafeteria doors.

“You should probably let me go so I can walk.” I point out.

“No. I want everyone to know you are mine.” He pulls out a chair, sits, and pulls me into his lap.

“I’m not sitting in your lap.” I start to get up.

“Yes, you are.” His arms lock around me.

“I’m not your lap dog nor am I one of the Titan obsessed sycophants that crawl the halls of this school.” I glare at him. “Let me up.”

“No.” He glares back.

“She doesn’t want to sit on your lap, Volkov. Let the lady up.” Owen says standing over us.

“This is none of your fucking business, Owen.” Connor tenses under me.

“Where I come from,” Owen gets in Connor’s face, “we respect women’s wishes and treat them with respect.”

Levi and Griffin stand up. Connor taps my hip to get me to stand up.

“Fuck you,” Lev says.

“You really want to do this here, Owen?” Connor says as he takes his jacket off.

“I’ll fight you anywhere, anytime.” Owen pulls his jacket off.

I step between them, facing Connor. “Ignore him.” I pull his face down so he’s got me in his sights. “I need you here.” I step into him and link our fingers together between us. “He’s not worth it.”

“Call me when you’re interested in spending time with a true gentleman.” Owen leans down and whispers to me loudly enough for Connor to hear.

“A true gentleman?” I spin in place, making sure to keep leaning into Connor. “I don’t see any of those in front of me.” I narrow my eyes like I’m searching.

I turn back around effectively dismissing him and hoping it diffuses the tension. “Con, I’m not very hungry anymore. Walk with me?”

I take his hand and we leave the room.

“He’s a dick.” I squeeze his hand. “What’s the story with you two?”

“Just family stuff.” He grunts and checks his watch. “I have an idea. Come on.” He starts dragging me toward the science building. He looks over his shoulder with a wicked smile for me as we go up the two flights of stairs.

He pulls me into Mr. Jameson’s classroom and shuts the door behind us.

“What are you doing?” I ask him as he stalks toward me.

“I really hate you being in this room alone for him for an entire period.”

“I told you,” I roll my eyes, “he’s never done anything inappropriate.”

“Yet.” He grabs my hand and walks to Mr. Jameson’s desk. He gently pushes me on top of it and then takes my lower lip in his teeth biting just enough to make it sting. Then he swipes his tongue to soothe the pain away.