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October 25 - October 26, 2024
Over the years, I’d turned to the company of books more than people when Dad wasn’t around. Characters could never escape me. Not when I could trap them in my kindle for the rest of time. Suckers.
“It was a joke about what it might be like to have you on your knees with your tongue between my thighs. But on second thought, that was a terrible joke. Everyone knows that arrogant assholes like you don’t know a G-spot from their elbow and you wouldn’t be able to find my clit with a map and GPS.”
If Saint was ice, Blake was fire. And I didn’t know which one I preferred to die by.
“What even is serious?” I asked. “I mean, we’re born, we cry, we lie, we fuck, we die. The rest of it’s just speed bumps along the road.”
“Fuck you, Tatum Rivers,” he panted as his forehead knocked against mine. “Fuck you for being that good.”
I tugged his hair and brushed my lips over his. “Fuck you for thinking I wouldn’t be, Blake Bowman.”
I smirked at her like a sappy fucker while she couldn’t see me. This girl was…fuck, this girl might just have been long term material. I could see myself fucking her for weeks and weeks instead of a one off. Hell, I actually enjoyed talking to her. I might even date her.
“I was told to take a seat beside the biggest asshole in the room so I’m pretty sure I found the right place,” she replied coolly.
I had about as much faith in him as I did the leader of North Korea. So I was gonna take my damn time thank you very much.
“There’s a beautiful girl sitting in my lap and touching me while wearing transparent underwear,” I growled. “My dick’s gonna get ideas about that whether I give it permission or not.”
“There’s an inked up demigod sitting between my thighs with a cock as hard as stone,” she breathed in a dark tone. “My nipples are gonna get ideas about that whether I give them permission or not.”
I didn’t want anyone to see me acting shady just in case they called the Night Keepers with a tip off, hoping to win the chance to suck at least one of their royal cocks.
“Well, I’m sitting in the teacher’s chair so I thought that gave me some authority,” she deadpanned. A breath of surprised laughter escaped me and her lips twitched too. “You’re a real piece of work, Rivers.”
But that only meant I fought all the harder for everything I had and everything I laid claim to. And as of now, that included her.
“She punched me!” Pearl screeched. “Yeah. And she looked hot as fuck doing it, too. Doesn’t mean you can lay a hand on her though,” Kyan said casually, using his bulk to completely block Pearl’s view of Tatum.
Man, if he wasn’t a teacher, I would have given Monroe one hell of a thank you blowjob. I wouldn’t just blow his dick either, I’d blow his fucking mind.
When I was done, I found them all looking at me like starving men and I was surprised the table hadn’t risen a few inches, propped up on their boners. Holy shit, those crazy assholes seriously enjoyed that.
It occurred to me that Harry Potter had had it easy in comparison to the Lord Coldemort who was currently making my life a misery. At least Harry had had friends. And Dumbledore. Man, I wish I had a Dumbledore. I supposed Monroe kinda counted. He was like a hot Dumbledore you wanted to Slytherin to bed with and suck his Elder wand.
I let my heart break for Blake Bowman. Because his hate was dipped in so much pain, that it hurt me too.
Her lips parted as a blush touched her cheeks beneath her freckles and the look was so fucking cute that I couldn’t quite manage to stay mad at her.
“You can’t compare the three of us, baby. If Blake’s sugar, I’m spice. And Saint is…fucking arsenic.”
“How does it feel, Cinders?” Blake purred in my ear. “It feels…long and hard and throbbing,” I said, fighting a smirk. “What?” he snapped. “Oh sorry, I thought you meant your cock,” I said innocently.
He smirked and that expression sent an angry tirade of butterflies swarming through my belly. Better call pest control for those little bastards.
We’d been dancing around each other since we’d first laid eyes on one another. And she might hate me, but she wanted me too.
And though I might have hated what these other beasts were and all they stood for, I could appreciate the power in them all the same. Each of us was capable of real ferocity when it came to protecting what was ours. And Tatum Rivers was ours. We’d written it in blood.
