Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
D ray
At a quarter past eight – fifteen minutes after the girl should have arrived at our rooms – the bell at the tower door chimes.
Beaufort left ten minutes ago, angry and on the prowl, quite prepared to drag the little brat here by her pigtails if necessary.
I turn to Thorne, sitting beside me in a straight-backed chair and staring silently into the blazing fire.
“I’m assuming that’s our errant little thrall. Do you want to answer the door?” He doesn’t respond, although his jaw hardens. “I’ll take that as a no,” I say, jumping to my feet. I really thought after his little performance on the field, he would be jumping at the chance to welcome her inside. But he’s back to his usual dismissive, disinterested self.
At the door, I find our little thrall, leaning on the tall, lean boy who is obviously her friend.
“I thought it best I accompany her here,” he blurts out before I even say a word. “She’s drunk.”
I lean against the door. “Is she now?”
“No,” she says, finding it difficult to focus on my face. “I’m not drunk.”
“You wanna tell me exactly how she got drunk?” I growl.
“No,” the boy says.
I can’t help laughing at that. “Fair enough.” I reach out my hand and take ahold of her elbow. “Come on then, in you come.” I drag her towards me and the friend releases her arm.
He hesitates, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and opening and closing his mouth.
“You got something to say?” I ask him.
“She doesn’t want to be here. She doesn’t want this.”
I have to admire the dude’s bravery even if it is idiotic.
“Yeah, she did mention that once or twice.”
I pull her through the doorway and slam the door in his face.
I drag her further into the hallway and under the light.
“Shit,” I mumble. “You really are fucked.”
She squints at me, pupils widening and narrowing before widening again. Her brow descends over her eyes.
“You!”
To my absolute fucking delight, she swings her hand backwards and then slaps me full force across my cheek.
Shit, there’s some force to that. I think I even taste the faintest trace of blood in my mouth. She really is wasted.
“Yes, darling,” I say with a wide grin because, fuck me, the little brat likes to play. “Me.”
“You’re a sick pervert!”
I chuckle, rubbing my stinging cheek. That … wasn’t what I was expecting. With my hand still tight on her elbow I guide her through to the kitchen.
“Come on, let’s get you some water and you can tell me why exactly I am a pervert.”
She attempts to shake me off but my grip is tight, my fingers digging into her flesh. “You know why!”
“Sweetheart,” I grin, “I’m not denying that I am a pervert. Fuck,” I let my gaze skip darkly down her body, lingering on all the places that turn me on the most, “there are lots of perverted things I’d really love to do to you, but you need to be a little more specific here. Help me out.”
Still holding on to her arm, I reach up with my left and take down a clean glass.
“You told everyone in history class that–”
“I’m a very open person. I can’t help myself.”
“And you tricked me. I thought you were a wolf.”
“Did you?” I say innocently. “I have a feeling you knew it was me.” I wink at her, something that has the rage boiling even further in her veins – I can feel it. This is hot.
“You … you … you sniffed my crotch!”
“Yeah,” I say with that grin again. “I did. And, sweetheart, I wasn’t lying, your pussy smells fucking fantastic. All wet and juicy and delicious.” I slam the glass down on the counter and pull her closer, bending down to whisper right in her ear. “I want to lick that pussy of yours out so badly. I wanna taste it. I want to soak my tongue in your cunt and fuck you with it. I want to find your little nub and play with it. Flick it and suck it and make you come right onto my face.”
She stares at me open-mouthed, and I hear the thump of her pulse accelerate. “You really are sick!”
“You think that’s sick?” I whisper, letting my lips brush ever so gently against the shell of her ear. I can smell her just as well in my human form as I can my wolf, can smell that wet scent of hers. So damn good! “I’m willing to bet you’ve never been licked out then, sweetheart, or you’d be jumping up on this counter, spreading open your thighs and begging me to bury my face in your pussy.”
“I don’t want you to touch me,” she says, trying to shake off my grip again. “I want you to keep your hands off me.”
“Really? Because you didn’t seem to mind my tongue on you when I was a wolf. Do you prefer it that way, sweetheart?” I smile at her again. “That could be fun.” Her eyes widen in horror. This is the most fun I’ve had in years. “You know what else? I think you’re lying to me.” I sweep my fingers down her arm. “I think the idea of me eating you out turns you on.”
“It doesn’t.”
“Your mouth can say one thing, but your pussy’s saying the exact opposite. You have no idea how wet your pussy smells. I bet those panties of yours are dripping and your pussy is throbbing.” I shake my head. The idea of it is fucking awesome. “Shit!”
Her mouth drifts open – a little in horror, a little in amazement. Yeah, I caught her out. She can pretend she hates us all she likes. Huh, perhaps she really does. She also finds me hot.
“Unfortunately, as much as I’d like to oblige you right now, it ain’t going to happen.” She frowns, and am I deluding myself or is there just the slightest hint of disappointment in her scent. “You’re drunk. And as perverted as I am,” and I am, the girl has no fucking idea, “I prefer my girls fully compos mentis and engaged.” I drop her arm and slam on the tap, filling the glass until the water is slopping over the brim.
Then I wave my hand over the water, shadows swirling through the liquid, and hold it out to her.
“Here, drink.”
She peers suspiciously at the shadows lingering in the liquid. “Did you drug it?”
“Yes,” I say and she gasps, “it’s going to make you feel better, it’s going to make you sober.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I don’t give a shit if you believe me or not. It’s your head that will feel like it’s been jammed in a vise if you don’t drink it.”
“You could be trying to drug me so you can–”
“If I wanted to do that ,” I lean my body into hers, “I’d do it. I don’t need to fucking drug you.”
She scowls at me, but my words decide her; she takes a gulp of the water.
“Good girl.” She scowls even harder.
I fucking love this. If she only knew how fucking hard those scowls make me.
“Come on,” I tell her. She’s incapable of walking in a straight line so I support her elbow as I lead her through to the lounge. It’s empty. I guide her down into one of the armchairs next to the fire, draw a stool up close and lift her feet onto it, then wrap a blanket over her lap.
“Comfy?” I ask her.
She continues to look at me with suspicion and takes another sip of the water.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “Drink that all up for me. Do you want something to read?” I smirk at her. “Or is the world spinning too much?”
“A book would be nice,” she says stiffly.
I walk over to the small bookshelf, run my fingers over the spine and pull out something colorful. I toss it onto her lap.
“Enjoy,” I say.
“Enjoy? Why? What are you–”
“It’s Saturday night, sweetheart. Party in the Onyx common room.” I stand with my hands on my hips, smirking in a way I know infuriates her. “Now, I know how much you wanna come. But you’re too fucking drunk. I’m not taking you.”
“I don’t want to come,” she snipes.
“Sure you don’t.” I head towards the door. “Have fun. Although stay off the booze, okay? You make a pretty pissy little drunk.” At the doorway, I pause, peering back at her over my shoulder. “Your pussy really does smell divine.”
“She knows about my wolf,” I say as I stroll through the academy with Thorne and Beaufort.
“Are you saying she didn’t know before?” Beaufort snorts.
I admit, I understand his skepticism. I was fucking surprised myself when the girl appeared to have no idea who I was. I mean, everybody knows who the fuck I am. First-born son of the pack leader, pretty much pack leader myself these days. Everybody – even those living out in the most distant parts of the realm – knows that Dray Eros is a shifter. At least, that’s what I thought.
“No fucking idea,” I chuckle, “she let me bury my nose right up and personal in her cunt. Man, she smells so fucking goood.” I shake my body. “I want to eat her out so badly.” Thorne turns his head and glares at me. “Oh come on. You don’t want to fuck her with your fingers, get her juices all over those gloves of yours?” I swing back my head, bouncing on the spot. “I’d like to see that.”
“Why was she late?” Beaufort asks. He’s still pissed about that. Probably even more pissed that I got to spend time with her and not him.
“Drunk,” I say.
Thorne halts, even more thunder crashing over his face than usual, actual lightning skipping in the air around him. I take a step back. I don’t want to be fried hot dog.
“She was drunk,” he growls lowly.
“Yeah, was. I gave her purified water. She’ll be sober as a saint by the time we return.”
“We should go back.”
“No point. The girl needs to sit and sober up.”
“We should be watching over her.”
“This party will be shit anyway,” Beaufort mumbles in agreement.
“This was your plan,” I point out. “Deny her our attention until she cracks.”
He grunts. “Yeah, and we have to show our faces.”
“Anyway, the party was pretty fun last week.” I rub my knuckles. “You seemed to enjoy yourself,” I say to Thorne.
He glares straight ahead and I shove my hands into my pockets and sigh.
Obviously, it’s not going to be as fun tonight. But I have a feeling it could be once we’re home again. Because I have a feeling that tonight might be the night that our little thrall finally caves.