Page 133 of Lured By Shadows

I felt his gaze on me as I walked to my seat, hot and possessive, tracing the curve of my body, the sway of my hips. I made sure to give him a good show, rolling my hips a little more than necessary, knowing he was watching, knowing he was imagining exactly what he’d do to me the next time he got his hands on me. I settled into my chair only to find myself already counting the minutes until class ended. Until I could find him again and give him that hello he was waiting for.

My two friends, Oliver and Sienna, were watching me along with everyone else in the classroom. Sienna had a brow quirked and her arms crossed, like she knew this was going to happen, and Oliver’s mouth hung open with a stunned expression.

“Holy hell.” Oliver’s eyes bulged out of his head as I was still tasting Culver on my lips.

“I obviously already knew,” Sienna said, rolling her eyes with a smirk. “There was no way Scarbrough was going to fancy someone and not pursue them.”

I sighed, settling into the chair, the ghost of his hands still burning on my skin. “Fine, ya got me. He’s magnetic and actually fun to be around. I dunno, but here we are.”

“Tell the deets.” She slid into the seat next to me, leaning in close.

I gave her a side glance, my pussy still clenching with the memory of him. “We went on a date to a stupidly nice restaurant, and then he took me to a gallery, and we walked around looking at million-dollar paintings. And no, I didn’t take him home and sleep with him. And no, we haven’t had sex.”

“That’s surprising.” Oliver sat straighter next to us. “I might’ve guessed it would have happened already.”

“Olive’s not wrong.” Sienna’s hand rested against her chin. “I’ve always wondered if Scarbrough has a… you know… big one.” She struggled to get it out, her cheeks flushing.

I scoffed, uncertain if I should tell her or not. “I haven’t seen it,” I decided to tell a half-truth. I hadn’t seen it, but I had sure felt it on multiple occasions, his thick, straining length pressing against my thigh, grinding into the cradle of my hips.

“What if he’s got a tiny pecker?” Oliver lifted his pinky, wiggling it around with a mischievous grin.

“Even if that were the case, it’s not like I’m after fat cocks or something, y’all.” I shook my head, doing my best to keep the truth hidden, though the memory of his cock, hard and insistent against my core, made my thighs press together beneath the desk. Lord, help me; it felt anything but small.

Sienna’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, and Oliver exasperatedly tried to keep his cool. It hit me how simple it was to get them riled up, just tossing around a few crude words and watching their cheeks flush while they squirmed in their seats. But underneath the awkwardness, there was a quiet relief washing over me because they weren’t pulling away or judging me outright for dating Culver.

The rest of class was spent discussing Culver and potentially my next moves with him. The only thing I did know was that I wouldn’t give him up, especially when he was at the door, looking at me like I was the only one in his line of vision, his dark eyes burning with possessive heat that made my core throb.

I hopped over next to him, completely forgetting about Oliver and Sienna. My arms wrapped around him, and I felt a surge of fullness fill my chest. His cologne invaded my senses, and I hummed happily into his chest. My body naturally fell into complete bliss. It was so unnatural, and I knew it wasn’t normal, but it felt so right. It felt like he was the puzzle piece in my world that fit just right.

“How was class?” he murmured, his lips grazing the top of my head, sending shivers down my spine.

“I think I broke Oliver,” I giggled, then continued. “And Sienna is hoping I give her all the details of my sexcapades with you. Is it alright if I spill them?”

“We have yet to even have sex.” He brushed his fingers along my cheek, pulling me back to meet his gaze. “But you tell whoever you want, and if you want them to watch, we can gladly do so.”

Perverted wolf. “What if she wants a piece of you too? Are you just gonna hand yourself over?”

“I am yours alone.” He gave me the answer I wanted to hear, his voice a low, possessive rumble that settled deep in my belly.

As much as that thrilled me in the moment, it left a nagging pull in my gut, wondering if any of it came from somewhere real inside him or if he was just playing the part to keep me hooked.

“You better not be lying,” I gasped as he pulled me in and kissed me harder than any of the other times.

My lips mashed against his, and I groaned as my back hit the wall, pleasure overriding my senses. His hands pressed me against him in all the right ways, my toes sliding halfway off the ground. Culver’s lips moved against mine, demanding and thorough, until I nearly felt my legs buckle. When he finally pulled away, he began grazing his teeth along my neck, his breath electric against the sensitive skin. His hips pinned me to the wall.

“You belong to me,” he huskily whispered, and I stalled.

Every time I forgot Culver had a more dominant side to him, he brought it roaring back. It was fun to watch him grovel or let me take charge, but it always made me feel like putty when he said things like that. My pussy clenched, slick and desperate, as his hand slid down my side, gripping my hip with possessive pressure that promised everything he would do to me later.

“I can’t belong to you if we haven’t had sex yet.” I slid my fingers through his hair, whispering back in his ear, my breath catching as his thumb found the sensitive curve just beneath my ribs.

His hand gripped my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling me flush against the hard line of his body. “When it happens, it may be a few days until you can walk again.”

My body shivered against him. His words sank deep into my skin, settling low in my belly like embers catching flame. I let my hips roll forward, grinding against the thick ridge straining behind his zipper just to watch his composure crack. “Are you gonna take care of me?”

“Of course I shall.” Culver kissed my forehead, lingering there, his breath cool against my skin. “Now, go before I change my mind.”

“What happens if I give you the thumbs up right now?” I raised my brows with a proud smirk on my face, my fingers trailing down his chest, tracing the rigid lines of muscle beneath his shirt.