8. Chapter Eight #2
He readjusted to work himself against me harder, one hand gripping my hip like a vise while the other splayed across my stomach, keeping me flush to him. He was using my body the way I’d used my pillow—just friction, just heat, just need. Something to get off on.
I let him, my breath still coming in short, ragged gasps.
“What a good slut,” he crooned, his voice thick with mocking and something darker.
His rhythm stuttered, then he grunted, his fingers digging in almost painfully as he came in hot, thick ropes across my spine. I felt the heat of him, the weight of his breath against my ear as he shuddered through it.
And then? The bastard laughed.
Like this was hilarious to him.
“Oh, man.” He sucked in a sharp breath, letting his forehead drop against my shoulder. “Let’s get Kade in here to clean our mess up…with his tongue.”
My entire body went rigid.
“Absolutely the fuck not,” I said.
He only laughed harder, running a lazy hand up my stomach, still holding me like we were, in fact, lovers.
“Don’t make me fling you across the room again, Lestat,” I warned.
The laughter stopped.
He let me go, and after I got unsteadily to my feet, I caught actual, genuine fear flickering in his gray eyes for half a second before he smoothed his expression, shifting back into that smug, unbothered alphahole I knew he wanted me to believe he was.
I huffed out a breath, my own amusement creeping in. “Relax. That first time was a fluke. I don’t have super strength.” I hesitated, chewing on my bottom lip. “But…I shoved Connor earlier, and he didn’t go rag doll like you did. It was like I’d gently poked him.”
Malcolm actually seemed to consider that, his eyes narrowing in thought. Then he smirked. “Well, my best guess? If you shoved Connor and it was ineffective…it was because you wanted it to be. You’ve absolutely got some super strength, Scarlet Witch.”
I blinked. “Scarlet Witch?”
He shrugged. “Unstable emotional damage? Check. Dangerous, untapped power? Check. Hot as hell body with a slug’s face? Triple check.”
“Okay, well. If you can save the rest of your pop culture references for later, I’m going to take a shower.” I pulled my shirt back on to absorb some of his jizz so I wouldn’t drip it all over the apartment on the way to the bathroom.
Then I paused.
Because now that I’d released all that pent-up sexual frustration, I was coming back to my senses.
What if I never saw Lena again?
I didn’t know where that thought came from, but it came nevertheless.
Shit damn fuck.
I’d been so caught up in whether she was a part of some plot against me that I hadn’t truly considered the fact that if she wasn’t…
I knew Connor and Xander weren’t going to do anything to me.
But what if they knew nothing about her project?
What if I’d put her in danger?
My pulse, which had just started slowing, accelerated vigorously.
As if the day had rewound and I was watching it with the volume jacked up, I could see Connor stalking out of my room. I could hear what he’d said under his breath.
Nosy bitches get stitches.
That didn’t sound like something Connor would say, yet I knew it was exactly what he’d said. And I knew that threat wasn’t directed at me.
Obviously, I didn’t want an innocent bystander to get harmed because of a hornet’s nest I was currently kicking, but selfishly, Lena was my number one source for Lifewell info at this point.
I couldn’t risk something happening to her. I didn’t want anything to happen to her because I liked to think I was a decent human being most of the time.
“Thinking deep thoughts over there or paralyzed by lust for me?” Malcolm’s obnoxious voice burst into my mental spiral.
I turned, leveling him with the most serious look I could muster.
He lay sprawled out on my bed like it was half his, playing with his already hard again cock.
“I’d like to propose a trade.”
Malcolm arched a brow, looking far too self-satisfied. “Oh, like you shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl, and I might make the eyes roll back in your head?”
“There’s this girl named Lena and no, she does not want to shut the fuck up and take your dick like a good girl. Can you keep her safe for me?”
He studied me, clearly confused. Stumped, even.
“She’s a friend…or friend adjacent, and I suspect she might be in danger.”
“You really are one of the most paranoid chicks I’ve ever met. I’ll need more to go on than a first name.” He shrugged and pumped his cock harder, his huge muscles rippling like water. “But yeah, I can make that happen.”
“I’ll get you all her pertinent info next time I see her.”
“I’ll make it happen…for a price.” Groaning, he stuck his tongue out and braced it against his upper lip as he jerked himself faster. “You already owe me unlimited fucks. What else you got?”
I’d already known that was coming. I was one step ahead of him.
“Here’s what I’m willing to pay you.” Desire curled between my legs as I watched him manhandle his own dick. “If she gets through the semester without anyone harming a single hair on her head, I’ll let you have a taste.”
His expression barely flickered. “Tempting, but I don’t want to lick your pussy.” He made a face. “I don’t eat mystery meat.”
“I don’t mean my cunt, you asshole.” I showed him he wasn’t the only one in this room with a killer smirk as I laid down the offer he wouldn’t be able to refuse. “I mean my blood.”
A geyser of cum shot out of him and drenched my sheets and much of him. Groaning, his hips bucked to chase that high, his fist never slowing his strokes on his cum-soaked cock.
I licked my lips and ground my thighs together, panting. “You can’t bite me, so I’ll cut myself and let you drink. You can’t kill me. You can’t turn me. You just get a taste.”
“God damn, whore,” he rasped out. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”