Chapter 9 Myelas
MYELAS
I had about an hour before afternoon training, which I couldn’t miss. That wouldn’t be enough time to find Izzy and give her a full explanation of this world and its oddities, but hopefully I could give her a crash course, enough to get by until I could see her again.
Luckily, finding her wasn’t hard. I just had to follow the pull of my body. The newly forming bond between us knew where she was.
I found her wandering the campus lawns behind the administration building heading for Dryada Hall. Not where I’d expected her to be, but perfect for a clandestine meeting.
She must have felt the pull as well, since she was headed straight for me as I passed between Dryada Hall and the Great Hall — also known as Anadendyra Hall — named after the previous royal family, Izzy’s family, not that I could tell her. That still grated on me.
“You!” she said, spotting me through the trees. “Myel?”
She remembered my name. That simple fact shouldn’t have made me ridiculously happy, but it did. I was a no one, expendable, but this woman, this princess, knew who I was.
“Izzy, glad I found you,” I said. “What are you doing out here? Did they release you? No, wait, it doesn’t matter. I… we should talk.” But I didn’t want to talk. As soon as I’d seen her again, the bond had raged, my desire spiked. I needed to be closer, pressed against her, inside her.
Her pupils dilated, nostrils flaring, breath coming quick. She felt it too: the pull. My sensitive ears even picked up the pounding of her heart. That made me hungry in an entirely different way. The pulse at her neck sang to me.
No. I couldn’t drink from her. An aberrant shifter taking blood from a princess, that was wrong on so many levels.
I also couldn’t let the bond take over.
We had to talk.
She gave a breathy laugh.
“Finally, someone who’s willing to tell me what’s going on.”
I took a step closer, dangerous but necessary. “There’s so much you need to know,” I breathed.
“Tell me about it!” she said, throwing up her hands, eyes wide. She too stepped in.
Damn.
This wasn’t going to work.
Her intoxicating scent of apples and cinnamon, made even sweeter by her arousal, nearly overwhelmed me.
One step closer and the two of us would forget about words. That couldn’t happen out in the open. Luckily, the massive tree trunks which formed the wall of Dryada Hall had some nice, secluded spots.
I raised my arm, hand out.
Whether she felt the pull or not, she stepped in and slid her hand into mine. As our flesh touched, a new jolt of power surged between us.
Oh yeah, we were seconds away from being naked, my entire body searing with desire to know hers.
“Whoa,” she breathed. “What—?”
She had no clue what the bond was doing to her.
Yet another thing I needed to explain, and if we came crashing together — like we were about to — that would give me even less time to do it.
“Strange question…” she began, voice breathy.
I bet.
“A moment ago, I was freaking out about… everything, but now… why do I feel like it would be the best thing in the world to kiss you?”
Because it would be, for both of us.
“I’ll explain everything,” I said, pulling her toward Dryada Hall. She followed easily, drawn by our bond. I found a hidden nook between the high, jutting roots of the massive building where no one would see us and pinned her to the rough bark. “After.”
“After wha—?”
I pressed my lips to hers, stopping her words. She instantly melted into my embrace, her body coming alive in my arms, shifting and pressing against me in ways which made my body do the same.
Here we go.
“Why does this feel so natural, even though I don’t know you?” she breathed between deep kisses.
It took every ounce of willpower I had to pull back. “Do you want to know, or do you want to continue? I swear I’ll explain everything later, but I don’t know if I can stop myself for much longer.”
“Yeah,” she breathed, nipping her lips over mine. “Me neither. Weird, right?”
Nope, not weird. The bond. It had taken control. Our inhibitions flitted away like leaves in the wind.
I just hoped once we’d done this, it would diminish the need we both felt. I also hoped Izzy would understand, when I explained what was happening to us… later. I needed her to understand, but I feared she wouldn’t. I was a nobody, completely unworthy of a woman like her.
Izzy pulled off her sweatshirt, then lifted away the strappy little top beneath, revealing the swollen, perky lushness of her chest.
All rational thought fled my mind.
My hands swept up to feel her fullness and she moaned, long and loud, head lolling back.
I raked my teeth over her neck, feeling my canines elongate, knowing I’d bite her if she didn’t stop me.
Luckily one of her hands slipped into my pants, wrapping silken fingers around my cock. “Fuck me!” she groaned.
I forgot all about her pounding pulse as my own thundering heart pushed every last drop of blood into my dick.
We stripped, fast and dirty.
Her legs wrapped around me as I lifted her, pressing her back to the rough bark of the tree again. She didn’t seem to mind.
I speared my cock into her and she moaned as her lips crashed to mine.
She ground down. I bucked up. Our raw need drove us together, and with the bond clawing at us, it didn’t take us long to reach a peak.
She came with gasping, shivering delight. Her pussy clamped around my cock, demanding my release. I had no choice. I pulsed my heat into her as I joined her in a stunning orgasm, our bodies locked together and shaking as our bond satisfied its hunger.
“God, you feel so damned good,” she breathed. She licked my jaw, then nibbled on my ear. A hard shiver wracked her body.
My lips found their way back to her neck again. My sexual need had been sated, but I had a second hunger burning inside me. I licked her pulse, feeling it pound.
I shouldn’t. I couldn’t. But Spirits I needed to drink from her!
She moaned.
I took that as permission — even if some part of me knew she had no clue what was about to happen — and sank my teeth into her.
Heaven.