I reached Sunday in a few long strides, handing her my shirt without a word. The gratitude in her eyes told me she was near her breaking point, but she held her head high and covered herself without a glance at Callie. Anyone who looked at her sideways got a death glare from me, and without hesitation, they trained their gazes elsewhere. All except for Kingston. The arse stood at the archway leading to the courtyard between this building and our dorm.
“Glad I stayed for the show.”
I wanted to knock his teeth out, but Sunday threaded our fingers and squeezed, a silent plea echoing in my mind, then.
Don’t.
It was just a single word, but her voice came through clear and present in my head. Fuck. I had my shields up. I couldn’t hear anyone else. What the devil was happening?
“Bugger off and lick your wounds, dog.”
“Maybe I need to lick hers.”
I stiffened at Kingston’s words. If he so much as touched her I’d rip his arms from his body and beat him to a bloody pulp, risk of war or no.
“Touch me, and I’ll bite your dick off,” Sunday snarled. “Try it. I dare you.”
Kingston leaned against the arch, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Oh, there it is. The fire you were missing before I found your wolf. Sooner or later, she’ll make her appearance, and you won’t be able to resist me. I’m your mate, like it or not.”
It took everything in me not to end his life right then. But something in her changed. She was fighting with her wolf, at war with the beast inside her that, fuck, that wantedhim.
“Come on, dove. Let’s get you back to your room before we both end up in Father Gallagher’s office for the rest of the year. If we’re going to spend time on our knees, I’d rather it be doing something much more enjoyable than his damned introspective exercises.”
She shook with rage and frustration by the time we got to her door. “That fucking bitch. She stole my clothes and set them on fire in the showers. What is this, high school?”
“She’s a spoiled, pampered princess. A petulant little twat. And you, my beautiful little wolf, are a goddess.”
Her soft smile had me desperate for a taste. “Am I?”
“Fuck yes. And if you let me into your room, I’ll show you exactly what a willing disciple looks like.”
My voice was a low growl of need. She was too tempting, and I’d been tested time and time again, my will only so strong. The connection between us screamed for me to give in.
Her breath caught, that slight hitch drawing my attention to the hollow at the base of her throat, then lower, to the tight nipples pressing through the fabric of my shirt.Myshirt protecting and covering her skin. My scent would be all over her, marking her as mine so no one else would dare attempt to make a claim.
A flicker of her indecision ran through my thoughts until she bit her lower lip and nodded. I couldn’t stop. Not now. I gripped her nape and bent down, lowering my head until my lips brushed hers. Fuck, she was warm and soft and delicious.
Opening her mouth on a soft sigh, she wrapped her arms around my ribs, fingers digging into my back, urging me closer.
“Noah,” she whispered.
“Let me in, Sunday. Please, let me in.”
Into her room. Into her body. Into her heart. I wanted it all.
She reached behind her and opened the bedroom door, the two of us falling inside in a tangle of limbs. We were frantic, desperate, starving creatures. Thank fuck her roommate was nowhere to be found.
“Lock the door.” Sunday’s breathless command had my dick rock hard and aching.
I did, throwing the deadbolt and moving a dresser in front of the door for good measure. “Ready yourself, dove. I’m going to make you scream.”
Her pulse leaped at the warning, and I could hear the frantic tattoo echoing in my ears. Beckoning me. My fangs ached nearly as bad as my cock. I had to have her. I was mad with need.
I was on her in an instant, my lips sealing over hers as our tongues twisted together. Lifting her in my arms, I walked us back until my shins hit her bed, and then I dropped her.
“Take it off,” I demanded, my hands already working on pulling my belt free.
As much as I loved the sight of her in my shirt, I wanted all barriers between us gone. I wanted to feel that silky soft skin pressed against my hardness. Usually, it was no issue to restrain myself, to draw it out. But I’d been craving her for too long, and I couldn’t stop myself now if I wanted to. Not until she filled the room with the sound of her ecstasy.