The smug sound of his voice has my eyes narrowing and I lift my head to look over my shoulder. I won’t beg for anything. Not from him or anyone else. My gaze collides with his, and just as I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, his palm slaps my ass, harder than all of the times before.
I open my mouth on a silent scream before sucking in a shaky breath as I sag against the table.
Desmond steps back, moving around the table until he’s standing in front of me, able to meet my gaze. He casually leans forward, pushing the hair out of my face. I should stand up. At the very least pull my jeans back over my ass, but I can’t seem to find the energy to move.
“You know, you’re not nearly as insufferable when you’re like this.”
I raise one hand and flip him off.
He laughs and then, unsurprisingly, walks out of the classroom without so much as a goodbye.
89
Desmond
Ileft Meiying bare-assed in that classroom. Zheng’s little sister. Ass cheeks red, courtesy of yours truly, and on display for anyone who walked in to see. This is bad. Already, there is a voice in my head that whispers,you traitor, he’s like a brother. He trusts you. All while my wolf is urging me to turn around, to go back to that classroom and claim what is mine.
There’s a lead weight in my gut. I shouldn’t have touched her. I sure as shit shouldn’t still be thinking about touching her. Marking her. Owning her body and soul.
Thank God I didn’t go through with fucking her. Not that what I did constitutes as much better. A heavy blanket of guilt encompasses me. This can’t happen again. Me. Her. I lied when I told Rafael I wasn’t interested. What I meant was I can’t afford to be interested. Not in her. Not like that.
I reach the locker room and make quick work of changing. I’m a few minutes late for practice, but no one will care. My jaw tightens when I think about Deacon Hunt. He’s going to get a piece of my mind when I lay his ass out on the field.
Meiying might say it was an accident, but I’m not buying it. The fucker knows what silver does to our kind. Wearing it, grabbing her, that shit is intentional.
Seeing those marks on her arm … I shake my head and take a deep breath. It damn near sent me over the edge. The thought of anyone hurting her, anyone who isn’t me—and yeah, I realize how fucked up that is—makes my blood boil.
I want to fuck her. Punish her. Soothe her. I want her to ache because of me and I want to be the only one capable of taking that ache away.
Smacking her ass and watching it redden has blood rushing straight to my cock. Seeing her lust-drenched eyes, feeling just how soaking wet her panties are,shit,it does something to me. And those flashes of her beast, when her tigress caught me in her gaze and called to my wolf … I curl my hands into fists. Why do I respond to her in such a visceral way?
The door leading to the field opens and Jordy walks in, shouting, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be back. Chill the fuck out,” over his shoulder.
“It’s about time you showed up. Everything good?” he asks, seeing me on the bench.
I grunt. “Peachy.”
He opens his locker, the one right next to mine, and gives me a curious look.
“What’d you do?” he asks.
“What are you talking about?”
He grabs a roll of athletic tape and begins wrapping his wrists. “You look guilty as fuck, man. Where were you before you got here?”
I keep my expression blank. “I think you’ve been watching too manytelenovelaswith Joaninha, J.”
He chuckles. “You got me there, but bro, Señora Acero is savage. That opening scene isa la Game of Thronestwo-thousand thirteen. A wedding. A massacre. Wolves tearing the enemy apart. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
He finishes with his wrists and tosses the tape back in his locker. “I still can’t believe you stopped watching at the ten-minute mark.” He shakes his head. “Fifteen more minutes and it would have gotten to the good part.”
“I couldn’t understand anything.” The whole thing is in Spanish.
Jordy scoffs. “Turn on the fucking subtitles. It’s fine.”
I stretch my back and put myself through a short series of stretches as we bullshit a little longer. I know what I’m planning to do once I walk out on the field, but what I don’t know is how to get Jordy and Rafael to leave me alone long enough to handle it.