CHAPTER NINE
Leviathan
Iwas instantly impressed with Sara’s bike. The girl had taste, and I smirked to myself, imagining the hard-on Ty must’ve had when he first saw it. I enjoyed riding, but Ty was the motorcycle connoisseur of the group. My dick twitched as we took a sharp turn and her petite hands slipped lower, her fingers grazing the waistline of my jeans. My cock had been in a permanent semi since Sara walked into Andras’s class earlier in the week. I noticed her immediately, the way she held his gaze when he tried to embarrass her in front of the entire class, I knew she was something special. She was no weakling.
Andras hated when I popped into his classes, but it was his own fault for getting so butt-hurt about it. It was too easy to ruffle his fancy feathers. Which is exactly why this plan of mine was fucking awesome. He might kill me. Devon too. I could feel how possessive he was over the girl when Andras demanded we kidnap her. If I had to guess, he might already be in love with her, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. When I saw her flirting with Xavier at the firehouse, I almost killed him. Like ripped his limbs from his body with my bare fucking hands for making her lick her lips and smile up at him the way she had. My brain short-circuited, and one word exploded across my eyes as the darkness descended. Mine.
She looked fucking exquisite in leggings and chunky leather boots. And when I pressed her body to mine and she shrieked sliding down the pole, I almost came in my pants like a damn teenager. Ty was right, there was something about her that was drawing us in. Already, I could feel her beneath my skin like a drug, seeking out my destruction.
She couldn’t see around my broad shoulders as I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out a tiny tracking device. I tucked it into the bike, somewhere it wouldn’t be visible as Ty had instructed earlier today. We zipped across the Charles River, and her thighs squeezed tighter around my own as I easily maneuvered the bike through the afternoon traffic. We had just enough time to get to the university before Andras’s three o’clock class.
I gripped her hand and slid it lower over my now fully hard cock. I twined my fingers in hers and guided her hand, rubbing over the denim material barely constraining my dick. Her other hand slid under my hoodie, her nails scraping across my abs and lighting a fire in my belly. Had a woman’s touch ever affected me so much? I couldn’t remember, couldn’t picture a single woman’s face let alone her touch with this she-devil wrapped around me.
We made it to our destination too soon. I was tempted to change my plans and cruise for hours, just to keep her to myself that much longer. I was quickly becoming addicted to this wild girl. I parked the bike in a small lot reserved for faculty, and Sara leaned away from me to look around. Before she could move, I braced my feet on the ground and twisted sideways, gripping her waist and pulling her around my body to sit in front of me. I slipped the helmet off her head and dropped it lightly to the ground as she smirked at me, curiosity dancing in her bright eyes. I held her waist tightly as she wrapped her legs around me.
“So what now, Levi? Why are we chillin’ in a parking lot for Harvard faculty members?” Her lips twitched with amusement, and I was almost tempted to taste them. But not yet.
“We’re going to taunt a friend,” I whispered, wiggling my eyebrows. “It will be very dangerous.”
She grinned like a villain, and I fell into the depths of her siren’s gaze. “I laugh in the face of danger.”
I gripped her face, and she sucked in a breath as I drew near enough to taste her. “We could die.”
Something dark flitted across her face and disappeared before I could name it. “Death is an old friend. I’ll introduce you.”
I smirked. “We’re well acquainted. Maybe we can have a three-way?”
She laughed, the somber moment passing into something lighter. “You couldn’t handle that. Now back to the point. Are we sitting here all day, or can I go back to the firehouse and play with your friends?”
I growled, knowing full well she was goading me, but whatever. I would be having a severely threatening conversation with every man on my Engine telling them to keep their hands off Sara Braun on pain of death. I gripped her waist and easily lifted her off the bike before swinging my leg over and grabbing her hand, tugging her along toward the law school’s office building. I had codes to all the doors and I set a fast pace, Sara skipping along behind me.
Andras was in class for the next hour, and I intended to make use of that time. He had motion sensor cameras in his office, and I hoped he would be mid-sentence when his phone buzzed and the feed pulled up to Sara screaming my name as I made her pussy weep all over his desk. My cock strained against my jeans thinking about all the terrible things I planned to do to Sara’s body. No one said anything about keeping our hands, mouths, or cocks away from Sara when we decided to stalk her. And I knew that was only because my brothers wanted her as much as I did. Even if we did find out she was some kind of spy, would that make a difference? I was quickly becoming addicted to this alluring woman and I was certain there was something special about her.
We finally made it to Andras’s office on the fifth floor. It was quiet at this end of the hall, unsurprising since his rooms took up most of the floor. When your families were as powerful as ours, you took what you wanted when you wanted it. Despite not actually being a full faculty member, Andras kicked everyone out of their offices and remade the floor into a massive suite for himself, complete with a kitchen, living room area, and a private office.
I opened the door, stepping into the living room, and Sara whistled as she looked around. Andras preferred the dark, and his decor reflected his OCD Gothic vibes. Everything was painted black, with dark curtains lining the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the campus. Gold chandeliers hung in the living room and kitchen.
“This is not what I would picture for a professor’s office,” Sara mused as she looked around, walking up to the dark oak double doors across the room. “What’s in here?”
I stalked after her, my grin turning wicked. “This is Andras’s private office. And we have a very limited window of time before he catches us.”
Sara pressed her back into the door as I prowled over to her, my arms resting against the doors and caging her in. My fierce little devil.
“Catch us doing what?” she whispered, her chest heaving.
Sara knew exactly what was going to happen. I could see the lust in her eyes edging me on.
I slipped my hands behind her back, grazing her ass as I pulled down the handles and opened the doors. A massive oak desk dominated the office, the curtains were open just enough to let in the cloudy afternoon sun. Sara moved to run away from me, but I caught her throat in one hand and gripped her waist with the other. Her eyes widened in mock horror, but she didn’t push me away. I nearly lost myself in her heady gaze as I walked her backward until her ass pressed into the desk.
“Andras likes to keep his office neat and tidy. He rarely lets anyone in here. And I want to cover this desk in your cum before he returns,” I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear as my hands tightened and she gasped for air.
Her hand slid up to grip my forearm, her nails digging in, protesting against the lack of oxygen as I held her immobilized before me.
“Fuck, Levi,” she whispered through shallow breaths. Then she grinned, the she-devil lurking beneath her skin rising up. She pressed in closer to me, gripping my cock and making me hiss as she squeezed. “Give it your best shot, fire boy.”
I laughed darkly, my daemon taking over as my body burned with need for the goddess before me. “Hold on tight, diabla.”
Sara panted for me, the desire I felt matched in her own gaze. “What does that mean, diabla?”
My smirk deepened. I leaned in and let my lips brush against hers. “It means devil. Because that’s what you are. My sexy as fuck little devil.”