Page 117 of Wicked Savage Wolves
Joaninha bares her teeth, leaning forward and pressing her face close to mine. My wolf rises to the challenge, though instead of feeling angry by her obvious defiance, I’m tempted to kiss her again. Capture her lips with mine and see how she reacts. I manage to hold myself back. Barely. The pull between us is strong. I don’t fucking like it. She’s not only under my skin. It’s like she’s burrowing her way into my goddamn soul. What is it about this girl? She isn't a shifter. I shouldn’t be drawn to her the way I am.
I catalogue her features, taking in her bright blue eyes, her kiss-bitten lips, and her sexy-as-hell scowl, all the while ignoring Desmond’s interested stare. The asshole’s probably already envisioning my downfall at the hands of the tiny thing in front of me. He’s a cruel bastard like that. Seriously though, he and baby Liu deserve one another. And me, do I deserve Jo? I’m not sure if I’ve been given a gift or a curse with Joaninha’s arrival.
“What is your problem? We had a one-night stand. Why are you acting like an asshole whose feelings are hurt when you knew the arrangement up front?”
I growl. “Baby girl, my feelings are far from hurt. You just seemed a little tense earlier. I figured I’d help you out.”
She isn’t buying it, but I don’t fucking care. The entire room is looking our way. She doesn’t know it yet, but her little outburst isn’t going to do her any favors here. My jaw tightens. I don’t know how to feel about that.
Rafael and Isa walk in and like any other day they head straight for me and Des claiming the seats nearest to us. “Is everything okay?” Isa asks, sensing the tension in the room.
I shrug. “Not sure. You should ask your new friend here.”
Isa’s shoulders drop and she gives me an exasperated look. “What did you do?”
Joaninha smirks. Cute. She’s only known Isa a handful of days. Vanilla would never take her side over mine—against one of her own. Loyalty among wolves is iron clad. But I let her think she’s won. For the next thirty seconds, at least, before I turn to Isa. I’ll probably go to hell for this. “I gave her an orgasm.” I say loud enough that the entire class can hear, even those without supernatural hearing. “Not sure what the problem is. She enjoyed it, but now she’s complaining. Sorry, baby girl. I had to get to class. I know you have needs, so if you behave, I’ll consider helping you out again later.” Her cheeks flush and ice hardens her gaze.
“Screw you,” she curses and before I can open my mouth, a deluge of water crashes into my face seemingly from out of nowhere. Gasps echo around me as wet tendrils of hair hang across my face. I shake my head, water droplets flying around me and spraying those nearby before I slowly raise my gaze to hers. Her lips are pressed into a tight line. Her grip on the strap of her backpack white knuckled.
I run my hand over my face, my lips lifting in a snarl. “That was a mistake.”
She says nothing, just turns, looking for a seat, but she isn’t left with many options. She can either sit her pretty ass down where she’s at, putting her beside Isa and directly in front of me, or she can go sit front and center at the head of the class. After that little stunt, I won’t be surprised if she goes for the latter.
Her nostrils flare and I watch as she considers what to do while everyone stares. She doesn't like the attention. That much is clear. Students whisper about what she did. How she managed to hit me in the face with water when none is nearby. But I’ve done my research since finding out what she is. I like to be prepared so I know what I’m up against and I’ve learned all about hydrokinetics. How she can manipulate even the smallest of water molecules in the air, which must be exactly what she did.
Seconds pass before she claims the seat in front of me, her back ramrod straight and shoulders stiff. I lean across my desk, my mouth hovering behind her ear as I whisper, “That’s right. Be a good girl and next time I’ll get you off with my mouth instead of my fingers.”
I watch in fascination as goosebumps break out across her skin.
“There isn’t going to be a next time,” she grinds out.
I laugh and lean back in my chair. I thought that too, but I’ve suddenly changed my mind. No longer content leaving her after just one round. An eye for an eye isn’t enough. I don’t want to get even. I need to be ahead. To win whatever twisted game it is we’re playing.
This girl has me under her spell, and I refuse to be the only one who suffers for it. She deserves to be punished. I need that. Need to know I’m the one in control. I don’t want to hurt her. Not physically. But the beast in me needs her submission.
I want to strip her of her defenses and make her beg. I want to tease and taunt her until she can’t take it anymore. And when she’s finally had enough, I want to push her a little bit more. Show her just how much she can take. I don’t know why I feel this way. But it’s an insatiable need, and fuck it, I may hate myself for this later, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m drawn to this girl. And instead of doing the smart thing and keeping the fuck away, I’m going to bury myself in her until neither of us knows up from down. And I’m going to have a hell of a time doing it.
51
Jo
“Relax,” KeAnna tells me.
I’m pacing in the living room, and despite César being asleep in my arms, nervous energy makes it hard to stand still.
“It’s not a big deal.”
Easy for her to say. She isn’t the one about to tell everyone she has a kid. A kid who also happens to belong to their friend, but I’ll save that story for another day. Maybe. Hopefully. Urgh. I don’t know. I tried all week to find the courage to tell Jordy about César but there was never a good time. And then, after the whole classroom incident, I don’t know. I need to tell him, but a part of me also doesn’t want to.
He did what he did and then went about his business like it never even happened. And every time I turned around, he was either hitting on a girl or making out with one in the hallways at school. It…sucked. I know I played it off. Hell, I hit him in the face with water just for being an asshole. But I hadn’t been touched in a year and a half. Not that he knew that, but still. He doesn’t get to do that. Make my body light up like the world is on fire, only to walk away and pretend like what happened between us isn’t a big deal. Like it meant nothing. Because dammit, it did. To me at least. Just the thought of him makes my skin vibrate, the pressure inside me building to the point that I need a release.
Where does he get off?
I don’t understand him, and trying to figure out what is going on in that head of his gives me a migraine. He watches me. Always out of the corners of his eyes like I won’t notice, but I do. He tracks my movements as though I’m his prey, and more times than not it’s like he’s waiting for me to show up before he leans into another girl. Like he wants a reaction out of me, but I refuse to give it to him. I’m not an idiot, and I refuse to be pulled into this twisted game of cat and mouse with him.
Ignoring me, the girls, it’s all intentional. He wants me to react, though how, I’m still not sure. I have no claim on him. I can’t be jealous. Well, I can be, because clearly I am, but I have zero reason to be. He’s not mine. I’m not even sure if I want him to be.
I don’t know if the fact that he’s doing this all on purpose is a relief or just pisses me off more. But at least I know I’m not the only one affected. Every time another guy that isn’t one of the wolves talks to me, Jordy’s jaw tightens and his eyes flash silver. It’s a subtle reaction but it’s there.
