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She gave me a sad, pitying look. “You poor, vanilla virgin.”
People didn’t seem to realize they’d hurt you if you’d perfected the art of sarcasm.
“She’s dying. Can’t you smell it on her? Death has one hand curled around her throat.”
“Lover boy?” I asked, peeking over my arm. I hadn’t told her what happened with Alek the night before—I was still trying to figure out what the hell happened there for myself. “I should say boys, plural. As in, all of them.”
“Wolf, Viking, and Vamp. You’re going to be in a sandwich with the whole sexy trifecta.”
Vampires can turn nearly any creature into one of them but, unless they were human first, their victims rarely survive. Shifters can change at will, not just with the moon—spoiler alert, I knew that one. The fae can’t lie but are masters at bending the truth to fit their needs. Witches use elemental magic to harness their power and are thought to be the most dangerous of all. This wasn’t news to me, but it seemed to be important for Professor Sanderson to drive the reminder home, so we all were forced to listen. Until today.
“She’s jealous. Thorne wants you, and he’s supposed to want her.” “He wants to eat me. There’s a difference.” “Oh, he wants to eat you, all right. That’s the problem.”
If Sunday and I were the shifter version of Romeo and Juliet, they were the vampires’ very own Ken and Barbie.
Sunday glanced back at me and smirked. “Now be a good boy and stay.”
“But it’ll be you I’m thinking of if I’m forced to be inside her. How does that make you feel? Knowing that I’ll fuck her like a good little heir but fantasize about you while doing it?”
“Says the bitch spreading her legs for every wolf, vamp, and Viking she can get her horny little hands on.”
True
“She’s a spoiled, pampered princess. A petulant little twat. And you, my beautiful little wolf, are a goddess.”
Lol shes a god for sure
I loved watching the set of his jaw change at my insolence. So sue me, I had daddy issues.
“Goodie. Just what I always wanted. More time on my knees with you.”
“Wait what? You’re going to beat me?” I swear to God, his palm twitched. “Spank. Not beat.”
“I’m sorry, I think I just had a stroke. Did you say you were going to spank me? Like I’ve been a naughty girl? What the hell kind of university is this?” “You have been. And, yes, if you choose this punishment, I’ll put you over my knee and spank your insolent arse until you can’t sit down without a reminder of what my palm felt like on your skin.”
I grunted, the sound low and needy. More. I needed more. “Harder, Daddy.” His sharp gasp followed by a growl of, “I told you not to call me that,”
“Aw, would you look at that? Miracles do happen. Can I get you to kiss and make up now?” “Don’t push your luck, witch.”
My mate. Every single time, it was for her. Ever since the day I first laid eyes on her. She owned my body and my soul. Whether she wanted them or not.
“That was a low blow, you sonofabitch.” “Oh, keep talking dirty. It turns me on.”
“Yeah, well . . . surprise, Tabitha is me. I’m the one with the visions.” “So this is like an asking for a friend situation?”
Noah’s gaze dropped to my notebook, and he groaned softly. “Oh, come the fuck on, man. How old are you? We’re not in bloody primary school.”
“No, Sunday. You are perfect. I’ve felt the power pouring through you. It consumes me. You’re a lot of things. Exquisite. Unique. Untamed. But damaged is not one of them.”
“You must really have a magical cunt. I wasn’t aware the Viking had gotten a taste too.”
