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“That’s it, see? I’m still right here.” He arches his neck to the side even more, exposing the full length of his throat and I lean in slowly, eyes locked on the throbbing artery in his throat. “Remember that my throat is very vulnerable, so you need to be gentle when you bite me, okay?” His words are low and soothing.
Taking a deep breath, I listen to his instructions and rather than strike his neck like I’ve been doing when feeding from Corin for the last few weeks, I treat it like I’m giving him a harder than usual love bite. My teeth sink in with ease and Foster and I shudder simultaneously as his rich blood floods my mouth. I lap at his throat, removing my fangs so I can take large draws of his blood. It has lust curling through me and a flush starting at my chest steadily works its way over my body until I’m moaning and bracing my hands on Foster’s shoulders so I can wrap my thighs around his waist.
He doesn’t protest and I begin to rock my hips against him, still lapping at his throat. The hunger in my gut slowly fades, but I don’t stop straight away, and he cups the nape of my neck gently. “You don’t need any more, Nessa. You can stop now.” I let out a soft whine of complaint, still lost in the adrenaline rush that feeding always seems to give me. Still, I pull back enough to lick the skin around the cut until it heals, then I kiss my way up his throat, hips still rocking against his. I’m so fucking close and Foster’s hands drop to my ass, helping me grind against him. He drops his forehead to my shoulder, breathing erratic and I do the same, my lips resting at the base of his throat. I can tell he’s close and my orgasm slams into me, drawing a whimper from my lips, and on instinct I bite down on his throat again. He stiffens, hips stuttering against mine and I shiver, the orgasm intensifying as I release his throat, closing up the new bite.Whoops.
I sag in his arms, a gooey sated mess, barely noticing when he walks to his booth and sits down with me on his lap. He pets my hair, the quiet between us comfortable. That is until my brain starts to catch up with what we just did.
In a public space!
Holy fucking shit, I just mauled Foster in the middle of the school library! My eyes widen and I tip my head back to look at Foster’s face only to find him already looking down at me. Goddess, I barely fucking know the guy, but his blood. It was fucking *chefs kiss*. I shiver at the memory of it then groan, hiding my burning face against his chest. He laughs softly, the sound vibrating through me and I groan again. “Please tell me that didn’t just happen? I’m so sorry.” I swallow hard, a sick feeling pooling in my gut.Did… I just assault him?I did, didn’t I?
My breathing speeds up and I stiffen, pulling away as I search my hazy memories. I think I vaguely heard him give me permission, but I don’t know if it’s real or not. I suck in a quick breath. I know for sure that his permission didn’t include grinding to orgasm either.
I stumble to my feet and back away, not waiting for his reply, because I know the answer. It very much did happen. “Nessa, wait.” I have my hands thrown out in front of me, eyes open but unseeing as I back away from him. A vague part of me realises that this is just everything from the last few days catching up to me, on top of the stress from biting Foster, and I’m having a panic attack, but recognising what it is doesn’t help me stop it.
Foster
One second Nessa is calm and cuddled up in my arms, the next she’s up and having a panic attack. It’s a perfectly reasonable reaction though, considering she’s only spoken to me a handful of times. I approach her cautiously, hands raised, reflecting her stance.
I feel even shittier about what just happened as I take in her pale face and taut expression. I did give her permission, but I’m not sure if she remembers that and I didn’t mean to let the feeding get away from me so much. I lost control and the stickiness in my boxers is a reminder of that. I can’t believe I lost control like that with her. Possibly worst of all is that I don’t know if I can bring myself to regret it. Clearly it’s not good circumstances that led us here, but as long as Nessa doesn’t regret it or hate me after this, then I think we’ll be okay. Letting out a breath, I paste a gentle expression on my face and force all of the self-depreciating thoughts out of my head for now.
Nessa’s back touches the edge of my barrier and she slides down until she’s sitting with her knees hugged to her chest, eyes fixed on the ground. The first thing I did when I realised that it was too late to find her preferred choice of person to drink from, was put it up to protect her privacy and keep us safe. You never know who is watching and even with the murderer that was on Academy grounds, now in SFBI custody, there are plenty of other threats within the school grounds.
I drop to my knees so I’m not hovering over her, leaving a few feet of space between us as she works through her panic attack. I have enough insight with being around others who are experiencing them to remain calm. Nessa reaches out with shaky hands and presses her palms to the ground, mumbling under her breath. “What can you feel? The carpet is rough under my fingers. What can you hear? Fosters calm breathing. His heartbeat…” She lists an example of every one of her senses and then sucks in her first deep breath in the last five minutes. I don’t move, just let her work through it on her own. She seems familiar enough with them and her own coping mechanisms. After another minute or so her golden eyes rise to meet mine. “Sorry, I’m alright now.”
“Nothing to apologise for,” I murmur then clear my throat. “I did just want to clarify that I did give you my permission. I… I hope that I didn’t push you into anything you didn’t want, either.” I grimace. If I did then I would hand myself in immediately.
She lets out a breath, a relieved chuckle falling from her lips. “Thank god. No you didn’t do anything wrong and again, I am so sorry. I’m struggling a little with this whole vampire thing, it’s a little new to me.” I nod in understanding, shifting to brace my hands behind me so I can lean back and sit more comfortably.
I decide to change the subject, figuring that she doesn’t want to linger on her panic attack or her loss of control. “Did you end up looking into getting a balance stone?”
She nods absently, running her fingers through her hair as she stares off into space. “I-I need to go.”
My brows furrow, but I simply nod then drop my barrier. It’s like she only notices it then and her shoulders slump. “You had that up while I drank from you?”
I nod. “Yes, as soon as I gave you permission I put it up around us.”
She seems to take a moment to process that before she gets to her feet and turns to go, lost in her head again. Swallowing as I watch her go, I search myself and find that I definitely feel a lot better about what happened between us now that I know she’s not upset about it, but I don’t like the furrow in her brow that she has as she leaves. Sometimes I wish that I could read people's emotions or their minds, it would make it so much easier. I glance down at my hands and a smile curls my lips. I wouldn’t trade the powers I was born with for the world though.
Getting to my feet, I resolve to check in with Nessa tomorrow to make sure that she really is alright. What happened this morning hasn’t changed what I’ve already made the decision to do either. If she’ll have me, I’d like to court her, like her three men are doing. I’ve never been around someone who I feel so comfortable with, let alone allowed me to be my carefree, odd self. The one that is the real me under everything else.
No, she might not realise it yet, but the moment she joined me in my dance in the butterfly field, she had me wrapped around her little finger and I don’t intend on that changing anytime soon. I stare after her, a tiny smile curling my lips. Yep, she’s stuck with me now.
Nessa
I stumble from the library in a daze. What just happened is on repeat in my mind and I groan, rubbing at my eyes. How could I lose control like that? And now I have to see the guys. Three men who all see me in a romantic sense, two of which have openly asked for a relationship between all of us. I groan again. What a cluster fuck. There’s a pit in my stomach that’s swirling with a mixture of nausea and guilt. Even though it wasn’t exactly intentional, I can’t help but feel like I just cheated on them.
I pause and step into a quiet alcove that’s thankfully empty. First I send Lexi a brief message to let her know that I actually won’t be by, but leave it at that, then I press my forehead to the cool stone wall, taking a moment to just breathe. Once I’ve successfully shored up my mental defences and gotten my head—mostly—in order, I push my shoulders back and head for Corin’s dorm. I’m going to be a little early and I’m probably drenched in Foster’s scent, but those barely register to me. I may have gotten some of my thoughts straight, but I still feel somewhat dissociated from everything. Like I’m floating beside my body and watching everything afar, rather than actually living it.
Corin’s door swings open on the second knock and the moment his eyes land on me a growl starts up in his chest. I blink at him rapidly and go to speak, when I’m suddenly no longer standing but in his arms. Goddess, he can move fast when he wants to. He presses his nose to my throat and sniffs before that rumbling growl gets deeper and his hands on my body tighten.
I know that I should probably be worried right now, being at an angry Lycan’s mercy, but I’m not. No, I’m the crazy woman who clenches her thighs as arousal spears through me.Dammit, get yourself together, woman!
I clear my throat as Corin slams the door shut and heads to what looks to be his kitchen. I’ve never actually been in his dorm before, but it doesn’t look too different from mine—other than it being slightly larger. “Corin, I’m okay.” He chuffs, and pulls back from me enough for me to take in his form. His very shifted form. I swallow, biting my lip. Gods, he really is giant in this form. Everywhere if my memory serves me right.
The fur covering his shoulders is silky under my fingers and I fiddle with it subconsciously as my eyes trail over his sharpened facial features. Those glowing amber eyes fixed on mine.
“What did he do?” His voice is low and rough, like gravel. I blink again and catch myself leaning closer to him. Forcing myself to still, I clear my throat again. My cheeks flush and I have to fight to keep from dipping my head. Then it gets a hundred times worse.
