Touching Oblivion (Tasting Madness, #2)

by Albany Walker

“But nothing, Waylynn. I’m trying to let you get comfortable so I know I’m not forcing you to do something you don’t want, but I need you to understand. You’re already ours, whether you get that or not.”

“You can’t have both. I won’t be in that class and be…around you guys. If I decide to…let you be around.” Her brows furrow deeply. She’s fucking adorable, acting like she has a choice.

“I like having you in my class, like feeling your eyes on me.” It would be so easy to lower my lips to the side of her throat and taste her. Her head bobs a little when she swallows. “I really don’t want to give that up. Tell me why I should.”

I give into the temptation and lay my lips on her skin. She exhales with a shudder, and it only makes me want more, so I pull back before I sink my teeth into her skin to mark her. “Let me deal with it.”

I have to admit, I don’t like it. It takes effort to tamp down the urge to convince her. I’m fairly certain I could, but I’ll let it go…for now.

She tucks her dark hair behind her ear, allowing me to see the curve of her jaw, and I want to kiss her there and anywhere else she would permit.

I can’t voice my true desire, that I would like nothing more than to lay her back and feast on every inch of her, so I grumble, “I’ll go with you.”

“I wasn’t asking, sweetness.”

“Yes, sir.” The huff that leaves my nostrils has her peeking up at me, and it only makes matters worse in my pants.

“Yes, you do, and that’s all it takes for you to crack Memphis’ composed exterior. But don’t kid yourself, he loves it every single time. Remember that if you ever want something,” the traitor divulges while kissing the side of her neck tenderly. He’s right about that too—one look, and I would probably give her anything she asked for, unless it would keep her away from me.

I beckon her toward me with the crook of two fingers. “Come on, let’s go, or maybe I’ll start spilling secrets too.”

but I’m not the only one with easy tells. Oz is nearly as possessive as I am when it comes to her, and I’m pretty sure her walking around in the shirt with his name on her back would be just as effective as her addressing me as sir.

I grunt in response. Hearing her ask me if I should come shouldn’t be arousing, but it is.

“That you’re ours, and I would step down from my position before I risked losing you over it.”

“Good fucking girl,” Memphis rumbles before crashing his mouth down onto mine.

don’t want you to be late,” I whisper while