Page 40 of Taste of Thorns (The Firestone Academy #3)

“We’ve been over that. People are idiots – especially most of the people here. I know you find it hard, Kitten, but you got to start trusting us. Otherwise this thing between us, whether destined by fate or not, is fucking doomed.”

He’s right.

“Fine,” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “But, if I’m going to move in with you, there have to be some conditions.”

“Shoot,” Dray says, arms back around me, hands resting on my backside.

“I will continue to eat my meals in the canteen.”

“Seriously?”

“I like the food there.”

“Because you have bad taste,” he mutters.

“Must do,” I snap back, “if I’m dating you.”

“Touché, little Kitten.” Dray chuckles. “What are the other ones?”

“My friends will be visiting the tower and hanging out with me in my room – when they do, you’re all banished unless I invite you to join us.”

“But that won’t be every day, will it?” Dray says, disappointed.

“Most days,” I chime. “You’ll need to respect my privacy. Just because it’s your tower, doesn’t mean you can walk into my room whenever you like.”

“Humph,” Dray says in a sulk.

“And if it’s not working out, I get to move back and you won’t stop me.”

“It’s gonna work out,” he says confidently, standing there in absolutely no clothing.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yeah, I do.”

He marches inside my tower and I follow after.

I offer him some clothing and he considers a pair of my panties with a mischievous smirk on his face, but it’s clear there is no way they will fit him. In the end, he opts to remain naked and I suspect he likes it, especially as it gives him a chance to show off his very honed physique.

Five minutes later, we’ve packed up my meager belongings.

“Now you’re gonna have more room,” Dray says, swinging the one bag we’ve packed up onto his shoulder, “we can have the rest of your stuff sent from home.”

I snort. “This is all I have and there isn't anyone to send anything anyway.”

“This is all you have?”

“Most of the clothes are Clare’s. Mine got trashed.”

“Not a problem. We’re gonna fill that wardrobe for you.” He winks. “Is there anything else you need, that you want us to get you?” I shake my head. “You sure? You know you are allowed to ask if there is. You don’t have to be shy or coy about it.”

I smile. “Thank you. I’ll think about it.”

Dray strides towards the door. I drop down on my stomach and retrieve the library books hidden under my bed, then hesitate before peering around the room.

I’m not sure I’m going to miss it exactly, but then again maybe I will a little.

I’ve been happier here than I have been anywhere else in a very long time.

“Ready?” Dray asks me and I nod, following him out of the door and locking the room behind me.

It doesn’t take me long to unpack my belongings over in the Princes’ Tower. In fact, I’m already done by the time a finally dressed Dray appears with two mugs of coffee in his left hand and some sort of sweet pastry in his right.

“How much longer do we have until next lessons?” I ask him.

“Long enough,” he says, dropping down onto the lush carpet.

“Dray!”

“Relax, Kitten. We’ve still got an hour.”

I drop down beside him, tip my head back and look up through the skylights at the clear blue sky above us.

As I do, I realize Dray has done a very good job at lifting my dark mood. I wonder if he plays that role with Thorne too.

“I was thinking,” he says, taking a sip of his coffee and peering over the rim with mischief in his eyes, “one good use of our time, would be for you to try on some of that new underwear. Just to make sure it fits.”

I take a large bite of pastry, letting the sugar melt across my tongue. “To make sure it fits?”

“Yeah, Kitten. Can’t have you running around in tight undies -– the chafing.” He grimaces.

“So we’d be doing this entirely for my benefit?”

“It’ll be worth your benefit,” he growls.

I take a gulp of the coffee and another bite, then jump up, pad across the room and yank back the drawer.

There is more underwear in this drawer than I have owned across my whole lifetime. Most of it is lacy or silky.

“Do you have a preference?” I ask him.

He kicks out his legs, crossing them at the ankles and leans back on his elbows.

“The dark green set, Kitten. Reckon it’ll bring out your eyes.” He licks his lips, eagerness shining in his eyes.

“If it’s my eyes you're interested in, I have this pretty green blouse …” I tease.

“Kitten,” he says, “you wanna play that’s fine, but remember big bad wolves eat little pussy cats for breakfast.”

And why does the way he says that have desire shivering down my spine?

I rummage through the layers of panties and bras, corsets and camisoles, and pull out the green set. It’s a deep emerald color made of lace, with petals embroidered across the material. It’s possibly the prettiest and most intricate thing I’ve ever seen.

I tug off my tracksuit, Dray giving an appreciative groan. Then, meeting his gaze, slip out of my plain bra and panties.

“Shake out your hair, Kitten,” he instructs and I tug out the tie and comb my hand through the strands, letting it hang over my shoulders. “Maybe don’t bother with the underwear. Nothing could look better than that.”

I shake my head. I want to try it on. The dress Fly found me for the ball may have been beautiful and elegant, but it wasn’t sexy like this. I want to look and feel sexy. For me and for him.

I step into the panties, pulling them up my legs and then fit the cami top around my chest. The lace feels surprisingly soft against my flesh and the fit is near perfect.

“Fuck, Kitten, now that is a sight.”

“You like it?” I say, performing a slow spin and giving him a playful little wiggle I hope is sexy too.

“You look like a goddess.” He jumps up and stalks towards me. When he reaches me, he spins me around again, seeming to examine every inch of me and making loud appreciative noises.

“So,” I say, once I’m facing him again, walking my fingers up his chest, “are you going to eat me, Big Bad Wolf?”

I don’t need to ask him twice, we’re on the bed in a flash, Dray tugging his sweater over his head.

He lies down flat.

“Come on then, pussy cat, come ride my face, like you love.”

I bite my lip and straddle his waist, shuffling up his body until I’m hovering directly above his mouth.

This man can do wickedly good things with his tongue, and my blood, my magic, and my pussy are all throbbing in unison.

“These panties are damn damn sexy but I like an unrestricted view,” Dray says, untying the little ribbons at my hips that hold the things together, and letting them fall away.

Then he lays his palms on my ass cheeks.

He rises up, his nose right up and personal with my pussy and takes a deep inhale.

His eyes roll about in their sockets and he groans.

I wait for his tongue or his mouth, or both. Neither are forthcoming. He just stays there sniffing away at my pussy.

“Dray,” I snap.

“Sorry, Kitten, it’s wolf-heaven. Reading the scents of your pussy is like reading your mind, your history and your future all at once. It’s intoxicating, crazy and a little mind-blowing.”

“Are all pussies like that?”

“Just yours, sweetheart. I gather it’s because you’re my mate. I’m designed to find your smell the best thing there is in this world.”

I pinch his shoulder. “We have to be back in lessons soon.”

“Screw that.”

“Dray, I’d rather you screwed me.”

“Oh yeah?” He pinches me back, on the ass.

I squeal but it also sends a jolt of pleasure racing to my core.

With his sense of smell, there’s no hiding anything from Dray.

“Interesting,” he comments, and then he’s pinching me again as he sweeps his tongue through my folds, landing on my clit and giving me one violent flick.

I moan, my legs turning instantly to jello; thankful that man is strong enough to support me above his head. He swirls his tongue around my sensitive nub, then flicks me quickly three times in a row. The sensation is so intense, I can’t help but squirm away.

He grips me more firmly and brings me back into place, keeping me there as he subjects me to another row of devastating licks.

“I should spank you for that, little Kitten. You need to learn to hold still,” he murmurs below me.

I bite my lip, my stomach swooping low. I like that idea and maybe I’m confident enough now and comfortable enough to admit it.

“Okay,” I venture.

His eyes flick up and meet mine, and although I can’t see his mouth, I can tell he’s smiling eagerly. “Okay?” he repeats.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I can spank you?”

I shrug my shoulders. “If you want.”

“Oh, I want!” he growls, lifting his head to French kiss my clit so violently, I’m coming right against his mouth.

Then he’s sliding from underneath me. “Hands and knees, Kitten.”

“I thought you were going to–”

“I am.”

I hear him shuffle behind me, then his hands clamp my hips and there’s the familiar nudge of his warm cockhead through my folds. I bite down on my lip, trained now to know what comes next. He thrusts deep inside me, and I moan, digging my fingers into the covers.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to fuck you like this for such a long time. Proper wolf-style.” He cackles, and then he’s taking a handful of my hair and forcing my head backwards and my back to arch, the action allowing him to sink even deeper inside me.

“You sure you want this, Kitten?” he asks, stroking one of his palms over my asscheek and massaging the flesh between his fingers.

“I’m sure, Dray,” I tell him.

He lifts his hand from my skin and then I feel a whack against my backside. The impact sends a jolt through my pussy and automatically I squeeze around his cock, groaning as I do.

The pleasure morphs to a slight sensation of pain, a hot sting more than anything.

“How was that, Kitten? You like it?”

“Again,” I tell him. He chuckles, and then I feel another slap against my asscheek, followed by two more.

Each one is better than the last, the combination of the pleasure and the pain surprisingly stark.

“Fuck, Kitten,” Dray mutters, and then he’s sliding out of me and thrusting back inside, over and over, the pace brutal and relentless.

He reaches deeper in this position than I’ve been penetrated before, and I feel more raw and more open to him.

My breasts bounce and sway and I’m thankful for the bra.

“One day this wolf is going to have you in his proper form. Just like this. Because you look and feel amazing.” He growls, tugging on my hair.

“And you know how else I’m going to have you? Here.”

I feel his thumb press against my asshole.

“Beau touched you here, right?” he asks.

“Hmmm,” I murmur.

“Then I’m going to touch you here too, Kitten. Just need a little …” His shadows spark in the air and when he touches me at my hole again, his thumb is wet and slippery. He pushes it inside me and it’s enough to have me coming, squeezing his cock in my pussy and his thumb in my ass.

“We just got to keep working you here,” he says, fucking me right through my orgasm and massaging his thumb in my back passage. “Keep stretching you so you can take us.”

He thrusts into me one last time, grunting as he comes, and landing a final slap on my asscheek.

Then he collapses down over me, caging me with his body, his fists landing down on the mattress next to mine.

“That was fun,” he says, dragging his tongue up my throat.

“Hmmm,” I say, spinning around underneath him and peering up into his face, “what’s the time now?”

“Still got fifteen minutes,” he says with an arched eyebrow.

“Fifteen, huh?” I say, twining my arms around his neck. “I wonder how we could fill those minutes …”