After the bite, I sleep like a rock, but since we’re being studious and going to classes this morning, I still need to wake before I’m ready. Part of me wants to remain in his bed for the full week, giving in to the pleasure we’re both desperately seeking. But obviously, that’s very dangerous territory. So, instead, I force my heavy limbs up before Jarron gets out of bed and head into the bathroom.
He’s still sleeping when I turn on the shower. The burning hot water eases my stiff limbs into relaxation. My fingers drift over the fresh marks on my neck.
Is that what a true claiming mark would feel like?
The wolf had tried to claim me, but I never felt the full effects because I killed him before he finished the process. I’d never felt his emotions or heard his thoughts, like apparently a claiming mark would allow.
With Jarron, that would be—intense, to say the least.
I know a bite is known to be erotic for demons, but I still can’t get over how intense the feeling is. How all-consuming it is. It’s truly out of body.
My body tenses, thinking about his desperate hunger, the way he devours me like I’m the sustenance he needs to stay alive. How it’s brutal and beautiful at the same time.
Would it be the same if he took me in that way in his demon form?
My cheeks heat at the thought. I’d admitted last night how much I like that fear. He saw it. He knows the effect it has.
I quite like his demon form, in ways I would have never thought possible.
That fear is an exhilaration I’ve never felt, and I can’t control what it does to my body, even if I don’t understand it.
The hot shower was supposed to relax me, prepare me for a long day with a lot of attention, but instead, my body is winding up again. My blood is pumping fast. My limbs are pulsing.
And I suppose that’s going to keep happening while Jarron is this close to me, sleeping in the same bed. So, maybe it’s best if I alleviate some of that tension now.
I make sure the door to the bathroom is locked, and then I think about that demon who has such power over me while Itake care of things.
* * *
Finally, my body and mind are relaxed by the time I’m washed and dressed. My hair is still damp, but I’m running out of time to get breakfast before classes, so I brush it out, throw on some quick mascara, dress, and leave the bathroom ready to face today.
But instead, I find myself facing a very intense demon prince.
I stop in my tracks, fingers paused in my wet, stringy hair. He’s leaning against the closest armchair, hands in his pockets in a posture that oozes ease. But his eyes are fiercer than I’ve ever seen them, and though his bottom half is leaning back, his shoulders and neck are tense, slanted forward and giving the impression that he’s an instant away from pouncing.
I swallow.
His eyes are fully black, not a drop of white to be seen.
“Mark my words, bright one,” he says in a gravelly, ancient voice, “one day it will be me giving you that release.”
I suck in a breath, face blood red in a second. I… thought I was quiet.
“I will earn the right to watch you come apart in pleasure.”
32
Forget Homework, I Need to Catch Up On The Drama
I’m fairly certain my cheeks remain red the entire day.
The fresh bite marks are an easy excuse, though.
“Nothing to be bashful about, little human. Biting is a normal part of this world,” Manuela says, passing me in the main hall.
She winks, and Jarron glowers at her.
“It’s a term of endearment,” she tells him when his chest begins to vibrate.
