The fuck.“What? Mia—”
But the door is already opening, and Mia is shoving me with surprising strength into her bathroom and closing the door.
I stand there, buck naked, annoyed as all hell. She can’t be serious.
Let me tell you, this sort of thing doesn’t normally happen to me. In fact, it’s a first. Not that I’d mind swaggering out, naked as the day I was born, past the both of them, snickering all the way, just to see the shock on their faces.
But I don’t do it.
Which is exactly the problem, right there: with Mia, I’m different. I act different. I try to be… something else, somethingbetterthan I am.
Which is stupid. You can’t become someone else for a girl. Or anyone. Shouldn’t. She’ll leave sooner or later and besides, she didn’t even give my dick priority over her friend. Thumbs down, right, dick?
But I can’t help what I feel, goddammit, what my fucking traitorous heart keeps hoping for.
This will be my undoing.
This girl,Brianna, asks if Mia is all right, if she wants to talk, and asks why there are clothes strewn on the floor.
Fucking busybody.
Mia promises everything is okay and after a small eternity, shows Brianna back out—I want to imagine she drop-kicks her for interrupting us—and closes the door.
I open the bathroom door and lean against the doorframe, watching a flustered and red-faced Mia who is picking my clothes up from the floor. She lifts my briefs and her gaze darts to my still very bare, very hard cock.
“You should get dressed,” she says, shoving my clothes at me.
I take them from her, smirk. “What’s the rush? You like what you see.”
Her cheeks redden. It’s that blush again, that lack of denial that gets me so fucking hard for her. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not having sex with you, Rys, how do I get it through that thick skull of yours?”
“Decided to live and die a virgin, then? Any particular reason?”
“I don’t…” She shakes her head, cheeks reddening more. “It has nothing to do with that.”
“You’re scared of sex,” I say.
“I’m not frigging scared.”
“Is it the penetration part that scares you? We can skip that for now.”
“The penetr— Get out, Rys.”
“Was it something I said?” I walk out of the bathroom, moving toward her, and she takes a step back. Then another. “Did the word scare you? The image? Do you fear it or want it too much? You let Jax inside of you.”
“Shut up.”
I shake my head. “No, you get to hear me out first.” I let my clothes drop back to the floor and curl a hand around her waist, hauling her against me. “I want you. I want you so damn bad I’m going crazy. I dream of you at night, when I’m not drowning in one nightmare or another, and you’re the only bright spot in my day. I’m jealous of Jason for putting his dick inside you, of Sindri for kissing you, of Ashton for putting clothes he chose on your body. I want to fuck Jason up for getting to be your first, but it doesn’t matter, because he didn’t even fuck you properly, too careful not to scare you away.” I bare my teeth at her. “With me, you get the real deal. I won’t hold back. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars. I won’t force you, though, I don’t force girls to be with me. But I’m telling you just so there is no misunderstanding: I want to make you mine.”
She stares at me. “You only want sex with me to control your elemental magic,” she whispers but her eyes are kind of wide.
I push her gently back against the wall. “What if I don’t only want you for your magical abilities, like the idiotic fae claimed, who by the way is lying through his teeth?”
A slow blink. “He’s lying?”
“Of course he’s lying. All of us have been lusting after you since the day you arrived at the school.”
Her throat bobs. “Why?”