I should feel guilty after everything went down at Levi’s house last night, yesterday, and the night before. I laugh out loud and shake my head. I should, but I just can’t find it in me to be. I don’t if that makes me the shittiest person in the world, or if that just makes me the woman who’s done with everything that doesn’t do me any good. Dylan. I mean Dylan. I’ll go with the latter. A sigh falls from my lips as I think about the weekend I’d spent with him. It was just… everything was so good, so pure, so heart warming and pussy throbbing. There was something about soft caresses, stolen kisses, our bodies as they rubbed against each other, and the way I fell apart around his tongue last night that made my heart beat fast and my cheeks warm. Goddess, his kisses are the sweetest Goddess-damned hottest thing. They remind me of hot chocolate, warm and sweet at the same time, but if taken too quickly can burn. I bite on my lip as I think of the things we did yesterday.
I like burning for Levi.
Levi squeezed my hand and I snapped out of my daydream. My cheeks heated and I scolded myself for the direction my thoughts were going. If someone told me on Friday that by Monday I would be fantasizing about Levi’s tongue in me, I would have told them they were crazy and yet here I am. I woke up naked with Levi’s head on my stomach. We woke up an hour before school, but talked like we had all morning. He promised to be close if I needed him today. I had to face Dylan today, but he was the furthest from my thoughts. All I could think about was the high Levi took me to when he was between my legs.
“Are you ready?” Levi asked from behind me.
I jumped a foot in the air like I’d been caught doing something wrong. I felt his heat at my back, so I lifted my head and my eyes fluttered as silver hair fell over me. Tipping my chin back further, I looked up at him and as our eyes connected, his widened before a suspicious look spread across his features. He arched an eyebrow and a knowing smile pulled at the corners of his lips.
“What were you thinking about, my little mistress?” Levi growled.
My chin dipped and I rushed forward. Being caught mixed with the nickname made shy. I never asked him what he meant by Mistress, but now that I knew he was a vampire, I knew it had to mean something else. It was stupid of me to try and get away. Levi had already seen my face and he was too bright for his own good. He knew what I was thinking about, he just wanted to hear me say it. A hand wrapped around my waist and I was pulled into his embrace. My back against his hard chiseled front. The heat of his breath could be felt and I wanted to turn around and pull him down into a kiss. How and when had I gotten so bold?
“Levi…” I trailed off.
“What were you thinking about?” Levi murmured. Butterfly wings fluttered at a drug induced speed and I wiggled against him. There was no use trying to hide from him, or keeping anything from him. He would get it out of me eventually.
“I was thinking about… your tongue,” I whispered.
“What was my tongue doing in this… thought of yours?” Levi asked.
“Darting in and out of me,” I panted.
“Mm, you’re such a fucking surprise,” Levi groaned.
“What the fuck is going on here?” A voice growled.
My head flew toward the noise and my jaw dropped when my eyes landed on a very pissed Dylan. His dark hair was slicked back, his brows scrunched together as he scowled at me. His polo shirt hugged his muscular body, and his slacks hung perfectly from his body. He always looked so tidy, so clean, so proper. I don’t know what I expected to feel when I saw him today, other than fear, but now that I stood in front of him, I didn’t feel any attraction to him. He was a handsome guy yes, but there were no butterflies, no skipped heartbeats, no flushed cheeks. My brow furrowed as I stared at him.
Nothing.
I felt nothing for Dylan.
Instead of tensing, my shoulders relaxed and I couldn’t help but laugh. This is not what I expected. His eyes glowed as he glared at me. He stalked toward me, but with Levi’s arm still wrapped around me, I didn’t feel any fear. I was safe in Levi’s arms and had nothing to fear when it came to Dylan. He reached out, grabbed my arm and yanked, but I didn’t budge. Levi held on tightly, his grip almost hurt, but I knew it was because he was restraining himself. He wanted to obey my wishes and let me handle Dylan, but I knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t stand by if Dylan hurt me.
“Let go of me Dylan,” I said calmly. He leaned forward and I lifted my chin to look up at him.
“How long have you been talking to him? Didn’t I make myself clear on Friday that I didn’t want you around him? You still haven’t learned your lesson? Have you always been a slut?” Dylan spat. I flinched from his words. “If I hadn’t taken your virginity myself and seen your blood on my cock, I would think you’ve been fucking him the whole time.” Levi tensed behind me. My throat dried and I struggled to swallow.
“Levi is my best friend,” I started.
“Do all best friends dry hump in plain sight?” Dylan hissed. He yanked on my arm again with his werewolf strength and I cried out. When Levi still held me in his arms, Dylan’s brows furrowed and he looked past me to my best friend.
“What are you?” Dylan spat.