Dating her.
“You’re not dating her,” I call back over my shoulder as I walk away, not even looking at him as I shove open the metal doors, but I can sense him following behind me at a leisurely pace.
“Maybe. You’ll find out when we wake you up to the sound of her fucking orgasms milking my cock tonight.”
My fists clench so hard my nails dig into my skin.
Fucking soulless.
It takes everything in me to keep walking, my shoes pounding the pavement as I practically run to Dormitory J.
Why would he say that shit?
He’s lying.
She’s too smart to be associating with demons. Especially a soulless demon.
The continuous mantra of reassurance circles my mind as I stride down the hall and fling open our door in a matter of seconds.
She lies quietly on the bottom bunk below Saint, who apparently skipped gym as well. She’s curled up on her side beneath a thin white sheet, sweat making her long hair stick to her face as she breathes quiet sounds in her sleep.
“What are you jogging in here like a mutt in heat for?” Saint’s taunting words remind me just how good of friends him and the fucking soulless incubus are.
They’re both assholes.
“What’s with her and Phoenix?” I jut my chin at him and close the door quietly behind me.
“What do you mean?” The vampire’s eyes shine with cruel amusement as he watches me and I know he knows exactly what I mean.
Fucking prick.
“Why’s he think they’re dating?” I don’t play around, I’m not into his games. I just want to know what they’re doing with her.
Right now.
“I don’t think he thinks anything.” At the sound of his twisting words I nearly bark at him with the growl crawling up my throat, but he cuts me off. “He’s dating her, Malek. Why? Is that—is that an issue for you?”
“He’s not fucking dating her. Stop. Stop with the eerie games. Tell me what you two fucks are doing.”
Saint leans up on one casual elbow to really speak with me, like we’re having the most normal conversation in the world instead of waiting for me to rip into him the moment he tells me whatever cruel plan they’re using her for.
“Dogs are so predatory. They piss all over everything in an attempt to claim the whole damn world. You just met her. You didn’t have time to hike your leg, little pup.” The way that bastard shrugs his shoulders at me has me striding to him so fast, I don’t even realize it when I grip his collar and bring his face down to mine, making him teeter on the edge of his bed.
And that demented smile never falters.
His gaze drops and an uneasy feeling churns through me when he glances down at my curled lips.
“Has anyone ever told you,” he tilts his head, drawing out his words slowly, “Has anyone ever told you you have a nice mouth, Malek?”
I shove him away hard enough that his back cracks the brick wall.
His smile slices deeper into his amused features as humming laughter shakes through him.
The door swings open casually and the soulless fuck who started all of this glances from Saint to me with a slow shift of his gaze.
“Problem?” He arches his fiery brow at me and my fingers flex into my palm all over again.
“What the fuck are you doing with her?” I growl out, my voice raising more and more the longer I think about it.
“Nothing.” Phoenix shrugs.
“Mmmm imagine what she’ll be doing with him though,” the conniving vampire whispers with a suggestive wag of his dark brows.
And that’s what sets me off.
My wolf snarls out in snapping teeth, half warping my body in an image of fur and claws before I can stop it. The way the demon tips his head up, offering his neck like he’s daring me, courses rage throughout my body.
And then white feathers flash into the room so fast, I don’t even see him until big eyes are looking down on me. The angel man from next door pins me to the floor, his gaze wild while he holds me firmly in place.
“Quiet the fuck down over here,” he says calmly, his voice a steady whisper.
My palm collides with his shoulder and before he topples backwards, his big wings flutter and he lands with ease on his feet.
All four of us are this rising energy of aggression and I don’t see it settling anytime soon.
Not until one of us is dead.
Then the quiet breath of a sensual moan slips from her lips when she turns in her sleep. The sheet slips away, revealing the thin lace of her panties hugging the perfect curve of her ass and all four of us are staring at her.
Quiet settles in. That’s all it takes to shut us all up.
It isn’t death that we need, it’s the perfect, tempting body of one prodless woman.
The tension in my body shifts just looking at her. A throat clears from somewhere behind me but for several seconds, no one says a single word.
Her white shirt is being held together at the middle by a single tiny button. The soft curves of the bottom of her breasts peek out beneath the twisted shirt and my lips part just looking at her. So much of her smooth stomach is on display that my fingers twitch at my sides with the thought of running my palms down her body.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
So many thoughts slam through my mind at once. The image of those long legs wrapped around my hips, her body arching against me, her head tipped back with complete pleasure—
“I’m going to need you to stop looking at my girlfriend like that, mutt.”
And here we go again.
Eight
Izara
I’m jolted awake by the dorm room door banging open and smashing against the wall, my delicious dream with Chayanne fading away. Sometimes I think I force the reoccurring dream with the sexy singer and sometimes I think it’s just a gift, a gift that I deserve after a day like yesterday.
Before I’m fully awake, I’m hauled from the bed by rough hands.
The blanket that Saint gave me tangles with my long legs, causing confusion in both my mind and my body that promptly makes me stumble to the ground.
I swear, if someone has come to bully me again, I’ll gladly let my Prod tear them to pieces this time. They earned a spot on my imaginary hit list for disrupting my dream alone.
The grogginess clears from my vision and I blink away the last remnants of sleep from my eyes to find a school bodyguard looming over me. The sight of his massive frame and jet black uniform covering him from black reflective helmet to big shining boots is terrifying. His whole stature stands at a threatening angle and in his hand he grips his magical buzzing club.
What the fuck?
“Confinement.” The guard’s voice is little more than a snarl as he reaches out to me.
I scramble away from his grip, panic drills through my chest. “I didn’t do anything!”
The commotion stirs my roommates into wakefulness. Slight growls and curses whisper around the darkness.
Dawn hasn’t crept into the sky and the moon still shines down on my kicking attempts to escape.
“Don’t fucking touch her.” Dark rage is in Phoenix’s eyes. Pale light slices over his features, but then the guard blocks him out, lunging for me, hand closing around my ankle in a vice-like grip. The sting of harsh magic accompanies his touch, and it pulls at me, tearing me away the moment his skin meets mine.