It’s the hormones, you idiot. Just gut through this for a little longer and it will pass.
The wolf flirts and toys with me, but I have no doubt it’s all a joke to him. Something to amuse himself with, while he works yet another security detail.
With so much desire rioting inside me, I’m in serious danger of catching mushy feeling.
That cools the fire in me.
I don’t catch feels. I use and lose boys when I need them. Brexley is no different. Just because he has to stick around after the fact, it doesn’t mean there is anything more than a sexual attraction here.
Giving myself another shake, I refocus on what’s important. I need to get to the library. If I get lost in my studies, I won’t get lost in the mystery that is Brexley. Or those eyes that set me alight like wildfire.
Chapter15
Snogging in the Stacks
RED
Three hours in the library and I’m ready to climb the walls. Need grips me until my legs are as clenched as my teeth. My books and laptop are spread on the oversized desk, but while it looks like I’ve made myself at home, I’ve hardly focused for more than five minutes together.
Normally, taking the edge off like I had last night would have given me relief during the day. But something, orsomeonehas brought all my desires back to the surface.
I keep snapping at Brexley.
Stop hovering over me.
Can you go somewhere else?
You are breathing too loud.
Each time, his eyes go flat, and he withdraws and disappears into the stacks for a while, but inevitably he ends up seated next to me, spinning that stupid ring. His presence is as aggravating as it is distracting.
After sending Brexley away for the seventh time, I fail my third practice exam for the day. I’m near my limit.
What happens when my limit breaks, I have no idea. I might dissolve into tears, go nuts and start throwing books everywhere, or fuck the nearest willing body.
No, I’m better than all that. I just need to stay in control and keep forging ahead. I’ve decided I will do whatever it takes to pass this class, and I can control my body. I fall into a rhythm of deep inhales and exhales. It works after a few minutes, and I calm down.
Someone giggling captures my attention, my eyes catch on a guy pulling his girl into the stacks. They recede into the shadows of the dusty shelves, but they don’t notice I have a clear angle on them. Tucked away from the rest of the library, he attacks her neck. She writhes under him, her nails scraping along his scalp.
My pulse beats loudly in my ears. Heat blooms between my legs and my cheeks burn. When he roughly palms her breast, my breathing turns ragged. She throws her head back in ecstasy.
I shouldn’t watch them, but I can’t tear my eyes away.
His hand slides down between them to rub at the front of her jeans and her leg raises to hook around his hip. She pulls up her shirt to show she’s not wearing a bra, and he instantly latches his lips onto her nipple as he rubs faster between her legs.
It’s a slip and slide in my panties, and my heartbeat has moved there too. My head feels heavy, but my body is zinging with need. I suddenly feel so empty and aching.
When his fingers disappear under the hem of her pants this time, her hips jerk as if she’s had an electric shock.
Oh, fae lords. My own fingers tap on my upper thigh, dangerously close to where I want friction.
“How’s it going?” Brexley interrupts.
I surge to my feet so abruptly, the chair tips back and hits the ground. I lose footing and smash right into Brexley’s hard chest as I trip over my feet. Strong hands grab my bare arms to keep me from falling over my toppled seat.
Fire lances through me and spears between my legs, and I shudder as a loud groan escapes. His touch both satisfies and drives my need higher. The contact feels so good, but I need more, so much more.
“What is it?” Brexley asks, on high alert.
