Page 6 of Entwined
“Hey, handsome,” she coos. I scrunch my nose up, irritation bubbling at the sound of the sugary-sweet tone. “I’ve been looking all over for you. I wanted to see if you’ve thought any more about my offer.”
Selena juts out a hip, chest pushed forward like she’s presenting herself for his inspection. Her nipples poke brazenly through the thin fabric of her crop top, and my stare drops like it’s being pulled by a magnet. I’m not attracted to her, not even a little bit. But there’s just nowhere else to look.
I bite back a scoff. Bartholomew University has been around for longer than most people have been alive, and the architecture feels like it was designed to trap the cold in. It’s colder in this drafty hallway than it is outside, but Selena clearly dressed with an agenda today.
I desperately drag my eyes away and find Connorstaring down at me, a gentle smile on his lips, a flash of fang showing. Inhaling sharply, my lungs fill with his scent—wood, smoke, andlust—and it sends a pulse shooting through my body, landing right between my legs.
I can’t deny that there’s something between us—attraction,chemistry—but that doesn’t mean I want him. It’s just—God, he smells like ambrosia wrapped in chocolate.Saliva pools in my mouth.
“Connor?” Selena prompts, her expression falling slightly before she smooths it out.
“I’m sorry,” he says politely, sending her a brief, bemused blink. “Who are you?” He doesn’t even wait for her to answer before looking back down at me.
Her mouth pops open comically, but before she can answer, there’s a footstep, the scuff of a heavy boot against the stone floor. It’s the only sign before a body slots in between me and Connor, an arm hooking around his neck, a marked hand hanging down over his chest. My eyes lock on it, tracing over the familiar dark lines.
Warlock.There’s a flash of gold in my mind, but it disappears as an icy sensation drapes over my shoulders like a heavy weight. Then, an invisible hand cups my tit.
I stiffen, eyes flaring wide as panic surges. How do you fight something that’snot there? I look down, expecting to see something moving under my shirt, but there’s nothing…Even as I feel two fingers pinch my nipple, rolling it between them, a choked sound escaping me.
“You know her, Con.” That voice, taunting and malicious.It’s him.But as the realization settles in, the chilled fingers slide to my neglected breast, plucking firmly at the nipple, teasing it into a rigid peak. My legs tremble, the edges of the world blurring as arousal coils low in my belly, wetness slicking my panties. Each exhale is a short, jaggedpant, a sense ofwrongnessfilling me, but desire beats it down.
What’s happening right now?
I know it’s him. That cold sensation is too familiar, reminding me of the stroke against my back that first day, right beforesomethingpulled at the waistband of my skirt.
I open my mouth to tell him to stop, but no one else can see what he’s doing. The warlock isn’t even looking at me.
“Do I?” Connor asks, his voice sounding like it’s coming from far away. Suddenly, those fingers twist, yanking on my nipple firmly—almost like he’s testing how much pain I can take. I don’t know how I know for sure that’s what he’s doing, but I clamp my mouth shut, sealing my sounds inside becausefuck him.
A low laugh rumbles through my ear, filling my head so completely it blocks everything else out. The feeling of the fingers dissipates, leaving my chest heaving and body unsatisfied. The reprieve doesn’t last long, but the sensation changes. Now, it feels like a mouth—one that’s been sucking on ice cubes—is fitting itself around my areola, suckling with heavy pulls.
My head drops, looking down and half expecting to see my shirt gone andhishead there. But there’s nothing—not even a wet patch. I swallow hard, each pull of that mouth making the inner walls of my pussy clench around nothing, the feeling of emptiness, theache, and a whimper claws up my throat.
I bite it back, but Connor’s head whips toward me like he heard it anyway. He stares down at me, his green eyes molten as he watches me sway, and his nostrils flare.
My legs give one last shudder and then give out under me, but the warlock catches me, his arm encircling me, his hand splaying across my stomach in a possessive move. Heleans down and licks the lobe of my ear, and a sudden quiver runs down my spine.
“Good girl,” he croons. “You like that, hm? Wait until you see what else I can do.”
“Connor!” Selena snaps impatiently. We all turn to face her, having forgotten she was even there. When I blink my heavy eyes open to focus on her, she’s glaring at me with murderous intent. I send her back a look that’s allwhat the fuck?
“Nah, I don’t know her,” Connor insists, still talking to the warlock, acting like I’m not about to melt into a puddle on the floor.
“This is the one who broke into our room. She was waiting for you in your bed.” There’s a pause, filled with such animosity that it freezes my arousal in its track, a chill skating over my skin that has nothing to do with his power. “Naked.”
Connor refocuses on Selena, who flinches back, starting to look uneasy. “That’s right,” he snarls, sharp canines on full display, wolf flaring his eyes until the green seems like it’s glowing. “You’re the reason I had to burn my bed.”
Selena looks pale now, her blonde ponytail whipping around her head as she shakes it. “W-what? I didn’t make you do anything!” Something spiteful fills her eyes, and I just know she’s going to do something stupid. “You can’t seriously be thinking of turning me down for this—this”—she points a sharp pink nail in my direction, her arm shaking—“human. Everyone knows what happened to her roommate after they got caught fucking. She’snothing.” Selena purses her mouth, raking a disdainful stare over me before sniffing like she smells something foul. “She definitely wouldn’t be able to handle you like I can, Connor,”she purrs.
There’s a disconcerting mix of relief and disappointment when the icy touch drops away, the warlock’s attention wholly focused on the conversation.
He shifts, letting his arm drop from Connor and stepping up behind me, wrapping both arms around my shoulders, drawing me back against him. He smells like something metallic andhot.
“You’re walking a fine line of danger, Selena,” he rasps, sneering her name. “ConsideringConnorwas the reason her roommate was”—he hums, like he’s searching for the word—“banished.”
I stiffen against him, hating the way they’re talking about Dizzy. But two icy fingers plunge into my pussy at that exact moment, leaving me breathless. I throw my head back against his shoulder, letting him take my weight as the fingers thrust inside me, hard and deep. They curl, and a broken moan is dragged from my throat.
“Fuckin’ hell.” Connor grunts. “Seriously, Vaelor?”