“So kind of you to invite me,” he practically snarls. Yep, definitely as cranky as me.
“I’m not, I just assume you’ll follow me, like you followed me home, little doggie.”
“Keep it up and I’ll pee in your shoes.”
“As long as you don’t hump my leg.” I say before disappearing back in my room to shower and change.
“You wish,” I hear him mumble.
I do. I really do.
I barely slept a wink. Knowing Brexley was in the other room, fully capable of banging me until I passed the fuck out, made it even worse. I itched to open the door and mount him.
Though it wouldn't give me the same level of satisfaction; I pulled out my sex toy. Only after a couple of orgasms was I able to fully curb myself from making another huge mistake.
Brexley clearly doesn’t like me, having all but called me immature and implied he can tolerate me while he completes his mission. But that doesn’t seem to stop him from being okay with fucking me. Despite my rule, I know he wouldn’t stop me from slipping into the living room and riding him until we both come.
ButI’mnot okay with it. So I stayed put.
It takes a minute to pull all my hair up in a sturdy clip before I step in the shower. The head only spits lukewarm water, despite cranking the heat all the way up. I’m careful not to get my hair wet because I’m not up for dealing with extra bowls of water from the sink to fully get all the soap out. Another day I’ll be running on dry shampoo and fumes.
Scrubbing myself down, I do some math.
Only three days left until my hormones reach their frenzied peak, and then I’ll even out. I’ve been through this enough times on my own to know the pattern. While I never felt comfortable telling Gigi about my urges, I once tried to talk about it with my doctor when I was seventeen. He brushed it off as hormones and that everyone my age goes through it.
Somehow his dismissive response never made me feel all that assured. Either I am a freak, or everyone else has massive amounts of self control compared to me. And right now, my self control feels pushed to the limit.
Three more days of feeling increasingly hot, empty, and aching with the sexiest beast I’ve ever seen nearby is a fresh level of hell for me.
At least my arousal is somewhat dulled by the fact I’m so tired and stressed, my brain can barely function.
Still no word from Gigi. I have to remind myself she is one of the most powerful mages in the world, and if something had happened, it couldn’t stay hidden. I shoot off a quick prayer she is okay as I finish getting ready.
* * *
The Beanand Book café already brims with holiday decorations and students who are also cramming for finals. The place is the definition of cozy with equal parts bookshelves, windows, and exposed brick walls. Plants cover nearly every surface and drip from the ceiling along with Edison bulbs.
I love that the coffee scent is so strong, I often come out smelling like dark roast after spending a few hours here.
“Damn,” I say under my breath.
“What?” Brexley growls. His mood hasn’t improved one bit.
“My favorite table is taken.” I gesture to the favored spot. It’s the only spot big enough to easily support my books, laptop, and the massive mugs they use here.
Without a word, Brexley stalks over to the table where a couple of girls are studying. They glance up at him. They do a double take as he continues to tower over them. I can see lust and fear fill their eyes in equal measure as he speaks to them. I can’t make out what he says, but next thing I know they are grabbing their stuff and heading out. As they walk by, the girls shoot knowing glances at me.
My jaw drops, and I can’t refasten it, not even as Brexley waves me over to my favorite spot.
“What did you say to them?” I ask as I drop my bag on the table.
“That if they don’t leave, I'll huff and I’ll puff and blow the table over.”
“You’re an idiot,” I say, but I’m still stunned.
He casts me a wicked grin. “Now repay the favor and get me a big black coffee. Or I’ll give the table away to someone who is nice to me.”
I scoff but walk to the front counter.
