Page 27 of The Sea Witch’s Son (The Villains of Wolf Hollow #1)

Chapter 26

MELODY

I sexted the Dragon’s daughter.

I came talking to Calista Drache.

Oh my God.

The spiralling thoughts tumble over themselves while the breakfast in my stomach takes a similar rollercoaster ride.

I bypass the doors to the washroom and end up in an empty auditorium. There’s dust coating most of the desks and the chalkboard at the front has me thinking this classroom is no longer in use anymore.

Then again, maybe the college just has terrible cleaners.

Clutching my stomach, I stumble towards the desk at the front of the room. It’s littered with papers and exams dated a few years ago, confirming my earlier theory.

I grab a hold of the wooden desk and hunch over, trying to stop my head from swimming with violating thoughts .

“Do I seem like the type of man who prefers texting over personal interactions?”

The deep voice rumbles across the room and the nausea starts back up again.

“Go away, Marlin.”

I close my eyes, willing this nightmare to disappear.

“It’s a little insulting, actually. I’ve visited you every night, left daily tokens of appreciation, and yet you assumed I would rather tease you in a separate bed rather than the one I have complete access to.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh, “Have I not proven that I am a man of action?”

His dress shoes click against the floor.

“Have I not proven that when the time comes, I will be the one getting you off, not your own hand?”

My cheeks flush as I blink my eyes open, “I didn’t get myself off.”

“Is that so?” He leans down until his eyes are level with mine, “Then why did you tell Calista to keep going?”

My phone clatters on the desk beside us. The damning messages are staring back at me, calling me out for the blatant lie.

I swallow thickly, “You read my messages.”

“Of course I did. They were meant for me.”

I stare at the impossibly beautiful face in front of me. It’s as flawless as always, except there’s something wrong with his eyes.

They’re darker than usual. A shade of violet that looks a little more out of control .

“Are you... angry?” Shock leaks into my voice.

“Anger is a volatile emotion I do not bother myself with.” His voice remains perfectly calm while the creases around his eyes tighten, “However, I do not appreciate knowing you came by someone else’s doing.”

“I didn’t know.” The confession slips past my lips, driving an unexpected need to reassure him, “I swear I didn’t know.”

“Here’s the thing, little saint.”

He leans forward, pressing me into the desk. A gasp slips out when he kisses my neck, gently stroking the bite mark with his tongue.

“I don’t take turns.” He breathes into my skin, “And I wouldn’t call you a good girl.”

Large hands grip my waist, picking me up and setting me down roughly on the desk. I grab onto his shirt to keep from falling backward and his arrogant smile is waiting for me when I pull myself upright.

“Because you’re not a good girl, are you?” Running his fingers between my thighs, he pushes them open, “You like fighting for control almost as much as you like giving it up.”

“You’re making assumptions.”

My breath catches when his fingers hit the edge of my panties. He’s watching me, watching my reaction when he pulls the material from my pussy and lets it snap against my skin.

A strangled sound escapes my lips .

“You made an assumption last night. This,” He snaps the band again, drawing out another whimper, “Is me confirming a theory.”

“And what theory is that?”

“You’re mine.” His lips split into a blinding smile, “Mine to touch. Mine to pleasure. Mine to do whatever the fuck I want.”

I’m breathing hard and fast, doing my best to ignore the heat that’s pooling between my legs.

“Nobody likes a selfish lover, Marlin.”

He chuckles, the deep sound going straight to my clit.

“I am very selfish, little saint. I take what I want,” He spreads my legs wider and steps between them, “When I want,” Skimming a finger up my inner thigh, he traces the damp seam of my panties, “How I want.”

Something bright and violent lights up those eyes before Marlin crashes his lips to mine. He licks his way into my mouth, stealing my breath and my composure with every furious stroke.

Flames coat my skin as the spark between us ignites. I kiss him back, feeling my body come alive with every groan that flows out his mouth.

“Say it was me.” He flicks my tongue with his own, “Say it was me you were thinking of when you fucked your own hand.”

Every furious stroke, every spiteful bite is matched and taken to a new level as the heat starts to build.

“It was you. ”

He sucks the words right out of my mouth before pushing me back down on the desk. I’m panting, squirming under his hold when he pushes my panties aside and swipes my slit.

“Is this for me too?” He steals the cum and wipes it along my thighs, “So messy, little saint. So wet, right here on a professor’s desk.”

“Marlin.” I gasp, feeling his fingers tease my opening.

“Are you asking for something?” He tilts his head, watching me writhe on the desk, “I need you to use your words. I would hate for your needs to get lost in translation.”

“Touch me.” It’s a plea.

He smiles, a breathtaking smile that is as beautiful as it is sharp.

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

A whimper slips out, “Please touch me.”

Two fingers thrust savagely into me, making my back arch off the desk. Marlin shoves up the edge of my skirt, putting me on full display while his fingers glide in and out.

“You’re so tight, little saint. I might have to stretch you out after all.” He presses down hard on my clit, making me gasp, “Tell me, is this what you were doing last night?”

I tilt my head, trying to see his face, but his eyes are focused on where his fingers are fucking me.

“Were you on your back, soaking the mattress with dirty thoughts of me?” He tilts his head, watching my pussy clench around his fingers, “Or were you on your front, grinding into your hand while I fucked you from behind?”

The pending climax has it so I can barely breathe.

I can’t see anything other than the man leaning over me. I can’t feel anything except his fingers fucking me.

“B-Back. I was on my back.”

He smiles, “Thought so.”

A third finger pushes inside me and it’s too much. I cry out, bucking off the desk as the orgasm overtakes me. His thumb makes punishing strokes across my clit as I fall apart, prolonging the wave of pleasure for as long as possible.

Once I’m a shaking, trembling mess, Marlin finally pulls his hand away. Looking me dead in the eye, he puts those dripping fingers inside his mouth.

And sucks them clean.

“You’re sweeter than I was expecting.” His tongue flicks out, teasing the tip of his glistening fingers, “I’ll have to get a better taste next time.”

“You just...” I gape at him.

“I just tasted the pussy that’s mine.” He bends down and steals the wet panties from my legs, “I’ll be keeping these.”

I try to snatch them out of his hands, “That’s not funny.”

“Consider this your punishment, little saint. For thinking Calista could give you the same satisfaction.” He shakes his head solemnly, “And my prize for being so understanding.”

Tugging my skirt down, I sit up on the desk and glare at him, “Understanding is not a word I associate with you. ”

“I beg to differ. Imagine if our roles had been reversed.” His eyes flick down my body, “I doubt you would have been so understanding.”

Irritation flares under my skin.

Not because he’s wrong, but because he’s right.

“You’re seriously not going to give them back?”

A smirk hits his mouth, “I’m keeping them, if only so you have a reason to curse my name today.”

“You don’t need any help with that one.”

“No, I suppose I don’t." The smirk melts into a full-blown smile, "Although I do enjoy giving you reasons too.”

I stare at him, soaking in the crinkled eyes and the perfect skin. His features are devastating at the best of times, but right now, when those bright eyes are locked on mine, there are no words to describe him.

No words except the ones I don’t dare say out loud.

He looks like mine.