33. Dimitri
Ifelt her lust, but unlike other times, this wasn’t a fleeting thing; no, this lasted to the point that I almost went so far as to call her. I could also have gone to her dorm; I know where it is.
I didn’t, but I sure as hell wanted to.
Instead, I paced the length of my office for the last hour, waiting.
Just last week, Wren had been here crying in my arms, and while I hated to see her sad, I couldn’t hate that it happened, not when I finally got to hold her in my arms and taste her again.
Kissing Wren felt right.
There was no other way to explain it; I’d been missing her for years. From that first night, I knew she was something special, but I wasn’t in a position to be what she needed; I would have only put her in danger.
No, back then I had to walk away, but not this time; never again.
I hear her coming, but I make myself stay instead of rushing toward the door the way I want to.
I’m not sure what it is about her that makes me feel so desperate and crazy, willing to put my job on the line, but I don’t need to get it; I just need her.
I hear her deep breathing on the other side of the door and wonder if she ran here or if she’s still just out of breath from whatever it was she was doing before this.
Nope, don’t think about that!
She raps her knuckles on the door, and still I remain where I am, looking at that door as though I might be able to see her through it if I try hard enough.
I can’t; that’s not one of my powers, nor is it one I’m familiar with anyone having. I wonder if Titus does.
Her knocking again pulls me from my thoughts, and this time I allow myself to move toward the door, though I still make myself walk slowly.
It doesn’t matter; the second I swing the door open and see her, it’s as if every rational thought I had evaporates.
Poof, gone, and in its place is only Wren.
“Hi,” she says, sounding out of breath, her voice hardly more than a whisper.
“Hi.”
The smile that pulls at my lips feels too wide, but I can’t seem to control it as I look down into those beautiful blue eyes.
I shake myself and step aside, allowing her to pass through the door before I let it fall closed.
Julian.
His scent sticks to her like the honey I associate him with. All fae, or at least the seelie ones, smell decadent, like sugar, flowers, and syrups.
Sweet and natural.
I hate that it pairs so well with her cotton candy scent, as if they were made to be mixed.
I blame him for my loss of rationality as I quickly close the distance between us, unable to control myself. Wren turns as if she senses me coming, and maybe she does, but when she sees me, she doesn’t move away; instead, watching me with wide, lust-filled eyes that flick to my lips for a moment.
That’s all I need, though; if she wants this, me…
Well, I’m not strong enough to walk away from her a second time.
My lips are on hers, my hands framing her face as I breathe her in, loving the little squeak of surprise she gives before she melts into me, making my beast mellow like a fucking kitten.
My beast is usually insatiable. When I was younger, I spent more time fucking than anything else, well, outside of running from my father, that is.
But I was never satisfied, always craving more.
It was all empty, though, and after a while I learned to live with the ache, the deep need that my incubus carved into my soul.
When I was still a boy, my mother told me that feeling would go away someday; all I had to do was find my mate, the one person the universe made perfectly for me.
She failed to mention that mated pairs had become increasingly rare in the last century.
A mated incubus? Forget it.
I’d given up hope of ever finding a mate, but I didn’t need someone else to live, and while that ache remained, I found a way to live with it. I made my life full enough to ignore it until it became background noise.
Even unmated, the magical world wanted me with Rose. She’s the first succubus to have a form outside of her human one in so long, and as much as I might hate it, I knew my strength would attract many for the wrong reasons.
She more than any other. Her family thinks our babies would be enough to fix whatever was broken, allowing us to breed a stronger generation, and while they might be right, I can’t bring myself to care, not when Wren is here letting me kiss her, touch her…
Rose who?
I couldn’t give a shit less about making a stronger generation. I only want her, and whatever that looks like, I’m ready for it.
I never realized how loud that background noise was until I heard the silence.
Wren is more than any of it, though.
So much so that I thought she was a dampener when we first met.
She might be a dud by our magical specifications, but to me, she’s the most powerful being I’ve ever met because I’m almost positive she holds my heart in her tiny hands, has ever since that first night, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
I could kiss her all day, listening to the sounds she makes and feeling her body against mine, soft and pliable.
But I need us to be more than that. I want to be someone she relies on, comes to when she needs me, and can depend on.
The way I had been once.
I also know that she’s still a virgin, yet another wonderful skill from my beast. I can smell her virginity, the scent calling to me like an incense, taunting me.
With every ounce of willpower I have, I pull back, but I’m unable to go far. I let my forehead rest against hers as we both choke down air like we were drowning.
What a way to die that would be.
I manage to peel my eyes open after a moment, watching hers flutter open, her pupils blown wide enough that they eat up most of the blue I love so much. Her cheeks are red and her lips slightly puffy, and I can’t stop the smirk that pulls at my lips, knowing I did that to her.
Not Julian.
“Hi,” she whispers, her voice rough and thick, the sound going right to my already aching cock, before she smiles, and fuck me, I shouldn’t be able to feel like this after so little time together, but it feels like so much more.
She’s been a part of me for years; I’d just been too stupid to realize how important she was until fate had her stumble back into my life.
I’m thankfully not dumb enough to ignore it again.
“Hi.” I push a loose strand of hair behind her ear and pull her over to the couch with me, flicking a hand behind me, magically locking the door when she’s not paying attention.
The last thing we need is someone to walk in on our not-so-professional meeting.
I’m serious about picking her over this job, but I’m not sure she’s ready to hear that or that she wants anyone else knowing, and for now, this is enough.
I can be patient as long as she's mine, even if only behind closed doors.
I drop onto the couch, reaching for her, but she hesitates, and I feel the slight resistance.
“Wren?”
She picks at her leggings as she chews on her lower lip, and I don’t need to feel her emotions to know something is worrying her.
I move my hold on her wrist down to her hand, lacing my fingers through hers, and wait for her to figure it out. I don’t want to push her, and I never want to make her uncomfortable.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” She asks without looking up, and while it seems like a perfectly reasonable question, I know there's more. I can feel it.
I tug on her hand, making her step toward me, gently brushing my lips against the back of her hand, enjoying the taste of her and the way it makes her breath hitch.
Her gaze snaps to meet mine as I look up at her, and I see the storm that brews there, the worry and fear.
“Wren.” My lips drag against the soft skin on the back of her hand, and I see her shudder, but she doesn’t look away.
“Are you sure you want this with me?”
There it is, that terrible self-doubt.
I can’t wait to stamp that out of her; even if it takes me assuring her for the rest of my life, I’d be honored to do it.
“Why wouldn’t I?” It’s a trick question because there isn’t a single reason she could give me that would make me not want her any way I could have her. I’m happy to let her try so I can explain all the ways she’s wrong.
“I’m a student, your student.” Starting off strong, I see the resolve in her eyes; it tells me she thinks this is going to be a deal breaker, as if I hadn’t already considered this.
“I’d walk to the dean's office and quit right now if that’s what it took to keep you here with me.” Well, I hadn’t meant to admit that to her yet, but here we are.
Her eyes go wide as she searches my face, no doubt looking for a lie that she won’t find.
If only she knew that was the least of the things I would do for her.
“That’s crazy,” she tells me as if I don’t know that, and I can’t help but shake my head as I huff a laugh.
“It is, but it’s the truth.” With that, I give her hand another slight tug, and I’m ecstatic when she allows me to pull her onto my lap. “I’ve never felt the way I do with you with anyone else, and I’m not willing to let this feeling go to waste.”
Shit, so much for not scaring her away.
I see the panic in her eyes; it's there and then gone as she seems to get ahold of herself, and I wonder what exactly it had to do with.
Me or something else?
I don’t get the chance to ask, though, when she leans in and presses her lips to mine, making my mind go blank of all things that aren’t her.
I could get lost in her, happily, and the switch from quiet and shy to taking what she wants…
Fuck, as if she could get any more perfect.
She squirms on my lap, and I can’t stop the groan that her movement pulls from me as she grinds on my painfully hard cock.
I almost come in my pants like an inexperienced teen when she kisses me harder and does it again.
I like assertive Wren.
I’m not sure how long we kiss, but when she finally pulls back, I struggle to let her go. The only reason I manage is that she doesn’t seem to want to run, which is a good sign.
More than I dared hope for.
More than I can say for D.
“What if…” she trails off, looking down at her fingers, unable to meet my gaze.