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Emma opened her eyes finally after much struggle, and sat up quickly on her bed."What the hell…" She whispered vehemently, rubbing her eyes intermittently with her hand."What the hell had just happened?" She repeated, as she tried to make sense of what she was feeling. Her thoughts were all the more jumbled, that she was trying so much to make sense out of them.She held her bent over head in her palms, trying to remember, trying to know if whatever had happened had been a dream or reality. For God's sake, she was dripping wet and fucking horny! This had never happened before, not even after she fantasizes about Derek so much. She felt invaded. She ran her hands from her neck, down to the curves of her breast slowly, and then cupped one of the softness. She had been touched. She knew it. Someone had touched her, against her will. Someone had compelled her to react to his touch. Someone had invaded her senses without her permission. And she didn't know who. Her mind was flurry. Whoe

"So, what do you think?" Emma asked Margo, as she finished her narration, staring at the older woman, her eyes brimming with a burning need for answers. "I think you had a hell of a day." Margo replied, sidestepping the main point which she knew the redhead had wanted her to speak on. "I know I did. I was actually asking your opinion about the professor and the clique. What do you think they are? It is obvious that they aren't just humans." Emma said. "Yeah. They are humans with gifts." Margo stated, letting out a sigh when the redhead rolled her eyes. Of course, that was obvious to everyone who would hear the story. The redhead was specifically asking her if she had any idea what they really are, and her avoidance of the real tale must have told the redhead that she did know something about them. It was too late to claim ignorant. "You don't want to tell me either." Emma said, reading off Margo's thoughts, as the latter had been proving stubborn, leaving her no choice. "Did you j

His shirt floated to the ground while her hands found the fastening of his shorts, as she suddenly found themselves on the bed. She pushed impatiently at the offending shorts, wanting them out of the way, needing them gone. Once again the air crackled and he was naked in the dim light sponsored by the streaks of moonlight in her room, the silvery beams illuminating the hard planes of his body. He looked magnificently male, a masculine sculpture dedicated to pure carnal pleasure. Made for it. Needing it. Emma gasped in awe, running her hands over him, while deep inside the aching need blossomed into a ferocious hunger that bit at her and clawed until her body raged at her. She knew that they were both beyond control, but it didn't matter to her. She looked up at him, at his dark blue, merciless eyes, eyes alive with hunger and desire, an insatiable lust bordering on obsession. She understood; she felt the same. It felt a bit weird, a bit strange, a bit powerful, and then beautiful. Was

Derek was still on the bed, going through Emma's history notes, or rather trying to understand a paragraph but failing to because of his unpresent, unassimilating mind which was already filled with thoughts of Emma, specifically their love making last night; when Emma walked into the room from the small bathroom, clouded in a white thick towel which stopped at the upper end of her thighs."You're still here? You should be dressing up." She said, walking to the wardrobe to get clothing for school."Yeah... you're right." He said, keeping her note on the bedstand, and standing up abruptly from the bed, all the while, not removing his eyes from her long legs which seemed to go on forever.She was his. Oh, the joy that filled his soul."Quit staring at me like that, and use my bathroom. You can change in your room later." She said, as she caught him staring at her, while trying to apply lotion on her leg which she had kept on a chair, near the dressing table."No, I would rather use mine.

Pain.More Pain.Loneliness.Rejection.Sadness.Loss.Emma paled as she got a glimpse of Maya's mind. She was able to extract some facts, before the latter had left the bathroom.She was in pain.Pain over whomsoever her father was. Pain over being rejected by her mate. Pain over being insulted by her only female friend.Emma felt disheartened and guilty. She had also found out that Maya hadn't told her the reason for reporting them to Melvina because Derek would have have her hide for it, and also because the truth might upset her.What truth? She hadn't been able to get to that, as Maya had already left the room before she had been able dig into itThis family was shrouded in a lot of secrets. She thought. Something peculiar to rich and royal families. Something peculiar to politics.What was wrong with Derek sleeping with her? Was it because she wasn't from here? Or because she looked like a commoner?Well, she might have to involve her father into this if it came to that. She wa