I shivered. Will you bite me again, too?
Only if you beg.
I glanced up at him and gave him my best innocent look. Please, Headmaster Zephyrus. Bite me again.
“Fuck,” he muttered, grabbing my hand and yanking me down the path.
I grinned at his sudden haste.
Yeah, begging I could do.
Maybe I’d make him beg, too.
Chapter Thirty
Aflora
Mmm, I like this, I thought, stretching against Zeph’s soft sheets.
Only, they were the wrong color.
Black, not green. I frowned at them, my fingers drifting through the silk as I glanced up into a pair of silver-blue eyes. “Oh,” I breathed, surprised. “I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep.” The last thing I remembered was Zeph kissing me thoroughly after taking me for the third time in his bed.
He really did know how to knock a girl out.
My blood heated at the memory of his tongue between my thighs, his scruff tickling my skin in the most sensual way.
“You’re blushing,” my figment mused, his lips curling at the edges. “Is it your newly bonded mate inspiring those thoughts? Or one of your others?”
“Zeph,” I admitted, my cheeks burning hotter. “They all make me blush, though.”
“I bet,” he drawled, lounging on the pillow beside me in a pair of black pants and no shirt. I tried really hard not to admire his physique.
Tried and failed.
Because he truly was sculpted to perfection, something I blamed my mind for doing.
“Why do you keep visiting me?” I wondered out loud.
“Why do you think I’m here?” he countered, arching a brow. “You created me, right?” There was a hint of teasing in his tone that I probably deserved, because yeah, I did.
“Yeah. For sex,” I admitted.
He chuckled, the sound a deep reverberation in his chest that hypnotized my senses.
Why did he have to be so beautiful?
Oh, right. Because my mind made him that way.
“I love how honest you are,” he mused, his silver-blue eyes glistening with approval. “So am I here now for sex? Because you seem rather sated at the moment, little star.”
His observation heated my cheeks once more. It probably shouldn’t bother me that my mind recognized my satisfied state, but hearing it out loud—or in my head, I guess—flustered me a bit. “I’m… I don’t know why you’re here. Maybe to talk about what happened today?” I’d avoided thinking about the village, so it made sense that my subconscious would push me to consider it.
“What happened today?” he asked as he went up onto his elbow to stare down at me. “Anything I should be concerned about?”
“I think someone tried to trap me,” I told him, frowning. “We went to the tavern to see if I recognized the magic used during the attack the other day, and somehow he knew I’d be there. He was waiting for me… and then he attacked me.”
His white-blond eyebrows shot upward. “Attacked you?”