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“Your mum sounds like an extraordinary woman, Lilly,” he murmurs, and tears spring to my eyes. “And she brought you up to be the rarest flower.”
He leans over, his lips brushing mine in the softest of caresses. I moan softly, my hand coming up to tangle in his thick hair and pull him closer, fusing my lips to his. A deep growl escapes his throat, surprising the shit out of me as lets go of the hand he’s holding, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his hair, pinning it behind me.
The hand that was on my face moves up into my hair, grasping a handful and tugging sharply, angling my head to allow him deeper access. I moan in earnest this time, as he plunders my mouth, holding me immobile as he takes what he wants. It’s not the gentle kiss it started out as. It’s full of possession, fire, and passion and I realise that Loki hasn’t been lying when he’s mentioned Kai’s dominant tendencies.
Abruptly, he releases me, his eyes a little wild and his breathing as hard as my own.
“We should start heading back,” he says, his voice a little gruff. I just nod, my heart racing with the remnants of our kiss.
He starts to pack away the picnic stuff, and I help him gather it all up and put it in his backpack. I can't miss the bulge in the front of his trousers. Shouldering it, he turns to me.
“I'm really glad you came here, Lilly,” he says, his voice now soft and a blush rising on his cheeks. “I think you're exactly what we all need.”
He reaches for my hand, looking deep into my eyes, his own honey coloured ones full of hope. Finally, after some soul searching moments, we start to walk back, hand in hand.
Chapter Nineteen
LILLY
My fourth week at Highgate is mostly uneventful. The guys and I settle into a routine of sorts, having breakfast and dinner in our dorm, which Kai usually makes, and lunch in the dining hall.
Things between Kai and I have changed since our hike, and that kiss. He’s certainly not shy anymore, stealing touches and dominating kisses that leave me breathless and weak kneed.
We spend a lot of time cooking together, with Kai teaching me all that he knows. Earlier in the week, when I was helping him make fajitas for dinner, he came up behind me, placing his hands over mine and showing me how to chop the peppers correctly, into thin even slices. Ordering me to keep chopping, and not make a sound, which would alert the guys who were sitting on the sofas a couple of feet away, his own hands left mine to dip into my leggings, his fingers proving to me how skilled he is with them, and not just for cooking.
Every time he shows me his dominant side, and I embrace it wholeheartedly, it’s like he opens up more with the acceptance I give him, becoming firmer in his demands the next time.
On Wednesday morning, I made French toast and bacon, drizzled with maple syrup for them all.
Loki and I happened to have a free first period, which is lucky, as Loki felt like he hadn't had quite enough maple syrup. So once the others had left, he'd stripped me down, laid me on the table, and indulged in his sweet tooth.
Suffice to say, we both ended up very sticky and needed a shower, which meant we had to practically run to get to our first class on time.
#soworthit.
It's now Thursday, and I'm making my way to the dining hall for lunch with the guys when my way is barred by the Save the Whales Crew, led by Amber the Cumdumpster.
“You listen up, you English bitch,” she spits out, getting so close to me that I can see the individual hairs on her fake lashes. “Loki may be enjoying your whore cunt now, but he'll soon grow tired of the novelty and come back to me.”
Her pretty face has been transformed with her vitriol, her lips thinned in a sneer and her eyes narrowed until she resembles a haggard witch. Or maybe a harpy.That’s a little harsh on the harpy.
“You mean Loki and Jax,” I correct her, crossing my arms and raising my eyebrows, a smile on my face as she looks at me in confusion.
“Wh–what did you say, slut?” she splutters out, taking a step back.
Bitch needs to learn some more inventive curses.
“LokiandJax have been enjoying my ‘whore cunt’,” I say sweetly back, tilting my head to one side and lowering my voice conspiratorially. “Sometimes together.”
My grin gets wider as she starts to turn red, rage filling her blue eyes.
I can't believe she tried to Mean Girl me. Fucking harpy cumdumpster.
“Why you little fucking…” she begins to screech, stepping forward but stopping her tirade abruptly when a huge hand comes down on her shoulder, squeezing hard, and making her wince.
“You okay here, Baby Girl?” Jax's deep voice washes over me, and I shiver.
“Just correcting a mistake Amber here made,” I reply, smirking and stepping to one side away from her.
