And so he’d done it again. And again. Figuring me out, discovering precisely how tight I needed to be wound up, learning the exact edge where pleasure and pain could meet to deliver me into perfect bliss.
“So desperate,” he whispered as I writhed beneath him now, knowing I could think of little else except his mouth, his tongue, and those godling teeth against my throat again. “Are you sure you want it?”
One of his hands kneaded my breast as he spoke, his fingers teasing at the nipple he’d left almost painfully sensitive.
“Gods, yes,” I groaned. “So badly.Please, Kieran.”
“Mmm,” he replied softly, briefly disarmed.
On the subject of our studies, I had discovered that Kieranreallyliked it when I said his name in bed. Sometimes all it took was hearing his own name on my tongue to get him off.
But by the time he spoke next, the vicious little edge had returned to his voice.
“I’m not sure if I believe you, pretty girl,” he growled in my ear. “You were rather quick to rid yourself of my handiwork, were you not?”
There it was. The second reason he was drawing this out, teasing me harder than usual.
“I had to,” I gasped as he justbarelygrazed the flesh of my neck with the tips of his teeth. His tongue followed suit, but again, just the very tip.
Bastard.
“Kieran, youknowI had that lecture in the Arboretum. I had to put my hair up, it’s humid as all Hel in there.”
“Mhm,” Kieran hummed, seeming to deliberate over whether or not my excuse was satisfactory. “Youhadto…”
“Kier,” I whined. “It wouldn’t have been appropriate?—”
Suddenly, Kieran’s mouth was replaced by his palm, his calloused fingers wrapping around my throat. There was fire in that glacial gaze, burning ice cold.
“Ah, so what you’re saying is that you didn’t want poor Scholar Larkin to know his star pupil secretly loves to be fuckedlike a whore?” Kieran snarled, his grip tightening for just a fraction of a second before letting me go.
Fucked like a whore.
Well,thatimplication was new, but Fates help me, I think I liked it. I think I really, really liked it.
Gooseflesh pebbled over my arms.
Yeah, I had enjoyedthatform of degradation far too much, and Kieran saw straight through me—saw exactly what sort of sick little pleasures I took from the notion of being used. A soft moan escaped my lips as his cock twitched, still inside me. It would appear he enjoyed it, too.
Like a whore.
Gods, I would so gladly be his whore.
“Or…” Kieran stilled, his breath still hot and heavy against my neck. “Were you simply keeping your options open, just in caseScholar Thompsonis on the market?”
Holy Hel. He wasjealous.
Ridiculous man.And here I’d thought Kieran was onlyhalfblind.
I rolled my eyes, bucking my hips in an attempt to take him in deeper, changing the subject. He shifted himself back, refusing the escalation.
“I don’t want to fuck Ezra,” I bit out, trying not to hiss in frustration.
He was going too slow now, only sliding the very tip of his cock in and out of me. Teasing. Punishing.
“Yeah, well. He wants to fuck you,” Kieran whispered back. I could hear the envy slither around through the velvet and gravel of his rasp.
“I sincerely doubt that.”