Cleaning up the mess we’d made after the hall had been cleared was tedious work.
Especially after Professor Kenna forbade the use of magic to make the repairs.
Five hours of wood and nails, plaster and paint, working side by side with that oversized lapdog and I was practically vibrating out of my skin.
Later that night—alone in my quarters with the memory of her mouth tormenting me and jealousy still simmering hot beneath my skin—I finally gave up pretending restraint existed anymore.
I stripped my hoodie off and sank heavily onto the edge of my bed, breathing hard while thoughts of Amrin consumed every inch of me.
The sweater slipping off her shoulder.
Her flushed cheeks.
The way she’d moaned into my mouth beneath the moonlight.
“Fuck, Luna,” I groaned.
My hand wrapped around my cock through my sweats first, already painfully hard.
One thought of her and I was wrecked.
I imagined those soft thighs spread beneath me.
Imagined her pale eyes staring up while I kissed her senseless.
Imagined hearing her say my name again in that breathless little voice.
Need hit viciously.
I shoved my sweats down just enough to free my cock and gripped myself hard, head falling back as pleasure surged instantly through me.
Gods.
Everything about her made me lose control.
My hand stroked faster while my tail lashed violently behind me.
I imagined burying my face between her thighs.
Tasting her.
Listening to those sweet sounds she made only for me.
Mine.
The word echoed through me with every rough stroke.
Mate.
The realization no longer frightened me.
It only made me harder.
And when I finally came with her name growled low and broken from my throat beneath the glowing auroras outside my windows—I knew with terrifying certainty there was absolutely no saving me from this female anymore.
Chapter 13-Amrin
I paced the corridor outside Professor Kenna’s office the following afternoon, trying and failing to calm the riot of emotions still storming through me.
