69. Thea
Chapter 69
Thea
I pause in the stairwell leading down to the lobby. Vale tower is supposed to be empty. All of its residents should be at the bonfire in the woods, celebrating some stupid Zeta Nu sorority milestone. But the excited chatter echoing through the hallways tells me what the alert I haven’t bothered to look at says. There’s a new campus challenge happening right now.
I can’t go down the steps and risk being seen. My only option is to go up. Up to the lounge area, laundry room or gym to wait it out. I move quickly and quietly, with my hood up and my head down, avoiding the cameras in the stairwell. Those are new. Somebody in this building’s a little paranoid.
I decide the gym will be the easiest place to hide. There’s less of a chance anyone’s up there working out at this time of night. I’ve got one more flight of stairs to go when my phone buzzes. There’s another bout of yelling, this time from the floor I’m heading to, and a rush of footsteps down the stairs. I push through the door onto the floor containing the lounge, keeping my back to the wall as I look for a place to lie low. The door across from me swings open. I’m frozen in place. The surprised look on his face probably matches the look on my own.
“What are you doing here?”
It’s not his words that spur me into action, but the sound of the stairwell door opening behind us. I push him into the lounge, flicking the lights off, so no one can see who’s inside, and lock the door. I’ll just have to wait this out. With him. Dammit . This was supposed to be a quick in and out. I got what I needed, without a problem, and of course my exit is blocked. Adding insult to injury, I run into the head Coxsucker when I’m trying to avoid being seen.
“I asked what you’re doing here?”
I heard him the first time. I didn’t answer because it’s none of his business. I didn’t answer because I’m not stupid enough to tell him anything. I didn’t answer because… fuck him.
“Thea!”
This fucker’s gonna get me caught. I don’t think I just act. I launch myself at him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches me easily, eyes narrowing, as I slam my hand against his mouth. I expect him to pull my hand away, but he doesn’t. He turns, walking us towards the couch, and drops down, sitting with my knees straddling his massive thighs. He’s staring at me in confusion as he pushes my hair away from my face.
“Don’t fucking talk.” I hiss.
His eyes turn molten. I feel his cock harden. I push against his chest and say, “I didn’t come here for this.” There are more voices outside the door, so I slam my hand against his mouth again. He kisses my palm, then turns his head, drawing a finger into his mouth.
The buzz under my skin shifts. I came here to wreak havoc, and I never planned to see him or anyone else, but now, using Pax seems like the perfect way to stir up more problems in Vale Tower.
I shove my hands under his shirt, dragging my nails down his chest, trying to draw blood. He mimics my action, his hands moving under my shirt, cupping my breast. Then he’s sliding the shirt up towards my head. I grab it, pulling it back down. No way in hell I’m taking my eyes off of him. His mouth is soft, his breath warm against my chest. Then he’s sucking on my nipple in slow pulls. If this is happening, I damn sure don’t want softness. Not from him. Fuck him and emotions.
I tug his hair, pulling him off of my tit. He grips my hips and shifts us, turning us so my back is on the couch, and says, “I know that look in your eye. I know what you need. Let me make you feel good.”
He pops the button open on my jeans and I lift up enough to let him take them off of me. His tongue dips into the swell of my belly button before he continues to kiss a path across my hip and onto my inner thigh, sucking and teething the skin there with enough pressure that it’s sure to leave a mark. Asshole. He grunts when I kick him in the stomach, knocking him off of me. I feel a smug sense of satisfaction. I shove him onto his back before climbing onto his face. “If you’re gonna eat my pussy, then you fucking eat it.”
He hums as I grind against his face. His hands dig into my hips, holding me in place. Thankfully, he doesn’t draw things out, quickly sucking my clit into his mouth. I play with my nipples, pulling and pinching them. He alternates between swirling fast licks and deep, hard sucks. My back arches. My clit throbs against his tongue.
I grip his hair with both hands, holding onto the strands like they’re handlebars as I ride his face. He groans, or maybe he’s gasping for air. I don’t really care which it is. Him dying under my pussy is the minimum amount of atonement he can offer for the shit I’ve been through because of him and the men who share his last name.
My chest heaves as I try to get a little more friction. Just. A. Little. More . My entire body tenses, then pleasure careens through my back and down to my toes, making my feet arch. I climb off of him, before the last shiver of my orgasm abates, and tug my pants back on, hurrying out the door before he can say a word.
I’m not sure how to explain what happened the other night. One minute I’m sneaking through the halls of Vale Tower, the next I’m riding Pax’s face like a prized steed. I procrastinated this morning, so Pax is already seated when I walk into the classroom. I pick a seat as far away from him as I can get. I’m behind him, so I won’t have to see his face or those pussy eating lips. He turns in his chair to look at me. Whoops spoke too soon.
He licks his lips, the corner of his mouth tipping up into a half smile. Fucking jerk. If anybody sees him smiling like that, they’ll know what he did. His smile is very obviously an I got laid smile. Actually, I should be the one smiling. I’m the one who got the orgasm. He got blue balls. That thought gives me the jolt of confidence I was lacking when I walked in.
I put all thoughts of lips and tongues out of my mind, allowing myself to get sucked into the lecture. I missed this feeling. This contentment. This happy little jolt I get when I’m learning.
Pax leaves class while I’m still packing my bag, and is halfway down the path by the time I exit the building, dragging Eloise behind him. An amused chuckle on my right drags my attention from Pax and company to the man sitting on the pedestal at the top of the stairs.
“Do I even want to know what you did, Pet?”
“Me? I just got here. What did you do?”
“No, no, no. Pax was already dragging her out of the building when I walked up. He’s clearly trying to put some distance between the two of you.”
That’s a stretch, but if it’s true, I honestly have no idea why. It’s not like I was planning to tell her he used my thighs for earmuffs.
“Oh, this is too good.” Finn jumps down from the pillar, his smile widens as he gets closer. “Has my pet been a naughty little girl?”
“I’m not your pet.”
“You’re my everything. Pet is what I choose to call you.”
“Your everything? Um… I didn’t sign up for that. Find someone else. I’m too entrenched in my selfish era to give a shit about your well being.”
He looks so earnest, sounds so certain, when he says, “There can never be anyone else, Thea.”
The intensity of his stare makes me itchy. “It’s easy. Just pick someone you can truly trust, the same way I’ve picked someone.”
He leans in, stealing a kiss, then flicks his knife out, offering me the handle, the tip of the blade against his chest. “There’s no one I trust more than you.”
Now, isn’t that some shit? I’m basically planning to destroy Malcolm and anyone he’s close to in The League of the Daggered Raven, which means I’m the absolute last person he should trust.
“Hello?” I answer my phone while keeping an eye on the little psycho. I might be conflicted about my feelings about Finn, and slightly annoyed that he’s so damn certain that we’re getting back together, but I don’t need him impaling himself like we’re acting out a scene from Romeo and Juliet.
The voice on the other end of the line says, “We got a bite.”