“The prison is not ready to hold me in a holding cell. I don’t do well in small spaces.”
Sighing softly, I look up at him. “So this is it, then. We’re breaking up.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Unfortunately, I must agree.”
“Even though we were never really going out.”
Mr. Daniels blinks. “Perhaps that is for the best that we did not assume such a courtship. It would be scandalous.”
I can tell he’s trying to ease the tension but all I want to do is go to my room and cry. “I should go.” Clambering off the bed, weare within distance, but I don’t feel the symptoms of pain coming on, not with how far away he is from me.
I skirt around him and head to the door, then stop.
“What is wrong?” His voice comes from behind me.
“I don’t know where I’m supposed to stay for a while.”
“You are welcome to stay at my home. Or Valdine’s.”
I go to speak, but then the door is opening and Valdine is gesturing for me to walk out and into the hallway. “Your all set to go. Let’s get your things packed. You’ll be staying with me.”
“I suppose that solves your problem.” Mr. Daniels grumbles as we head toward the dorm on the other side of the campus.
As we walk away from the infirmary, I can’t help but to feel uneasy. It feels as if there’s a pair of eyes watching me.
Max
“Max,” the breathy moan sounding from her mouth is more delectable than the taste of her blood on my lips. Sugar, honey, lilacs, a sweet torment of pure ecstasy that cascades down my parched throat. Only she can sate my constant thirst, and the warmth of her blood and body beneath me are a constant reminder of just that.
I bury my face against the crook of her neck, burrowing my fangs down deeper into the soft flesh of her pulsing heartbeat. Dakota’s head cranes to the left, another moan escaping. Her chest rises and falls, pressed tight against my own.
I growl and hold her tighter, my hands moving swiftly and deftly downward across the length of her body.
“Max,” she gasps out, her fingers curling around my dark hair. My hands have found purchase beneath the fabric of her skirt, and I hook her creamy thigh over my hip, creating a frantic static between us when she rasps out a plea. She begs me to find her desire, and I aim to please.
My fingertips trace Dakota’s inner thigh, she mewls as I continue to feed from her neck, and then I’m tracing the outline of her panties. She shudders beneath me and then a singlefinger slips beneath the flimsy fabric. Dakota jerks against my cold touch.
I draw back to whisper against the puncture wounds of her neck. “Tell me what you desire, little witch.”
“I…I want…” she cannot form words when I start to rub her clit in a circular motion. Her hips jerk against my hand and then I’m leaning back farther.
A smile curves my lips as I insert a finger within her wet folds. “You feel incredible,” I muse with a little growl rumbling out of my chest. “And I aim to please.” I continue in a low voice before dropping between her thighs.
“Max!”
The sheer terror from her stops me short.
“Max!”
My eyes snap open and I bolt upright in bed. My chest rises and falls rapidly. I can still taste Dakota’s blood in my mouth and feel her warmth settling against my hands. I look down and marvel at the white cream coating my fingertips. “Interesting…”
“Max, dear, are you all right?”
I snap my gaze to where Valdine stands in the doorway of my room. “Val?” My hands immediately drop to the blanket and I rub the liquid covertly so that the witch cannot see. “What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”
Valdine has her violet gaze narrowed on my person.
I clear my throat several times wishing for once I could have been alone to finish the blood lusting dream I’d just experienced. “Why do you give me such a disdainful look?”