He licked the portion of my upper hand where the crumbs were and then slid to my middle finger and he sucked it in. My jaw dropped at what he did. He looked at me before closing his eyes and started sucking my middle finger quite hard.My hand froze and despite my mind screaming, I could not move my hand. A sudden heat pooled down my waist and turned liquid down into my undergarment. Oh, Lord. He kept sucking my middle finger and pushed deep into his throat.I could feel the heat of his mouth mixed with the wetness of his tongue lapping against my skin. My mind wandered in different directions until it started to form scenes of him on top of me. He did not stop and licked and sucked at the same time, his actions intensifying with each stroke.My legs felt boneless and wobbled. Thanks to the chair I was sitting on, my did not drop on the floor. Seconds later, he stopped and pulled away. I was left speechless, my face burning hot red, my undergarment wet. I had to bite my lips to stifle

I was left gobsmacked. That was it? He was not going to go finish what he started?Frustration started to build inside me o better to say between my legs, as my core begged for his attention. Yet I got none. He placed another kiss on my forehead and rose from his chair. I watched him lick his upper lip and my heart pounded against my chest, my body aching with a sinful need that he left me hung over on.I waited. I waited for him to pull me onto his lap as he did. But it never came. Instead, he gave me a long, heated stare, desire clear in his eyes. He did not make any move except turn and walk away from the dining room.I was left as a heated mess, my lungs panting for air, my insides groaning with a window-shuttering growl. Well, I wasn’t a werewolf, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t howl like one. The only difference was, it would come out like the whimpers of a cat. Just the name he gave me…kitten.A smile curled the edges of my lips, but a strange desire pooling between my legs over

In the morning, Dominic was driving me to the college and I had a thought revolving in my head constantly. I turned at him, and my eyes fell on how the light from the car widow highlighted his high cheekbones. He looked focused ahead as he drove. He looked handsome when he did what he liked. If Asphalt had seen me in the Whitlock mansion years before, it meant he knew he was waiting to mate me for five years?! Five years was a lot of time for someone to lose interest and move on. Yet here he was, driving me to college. It took a lot of dedication to love someone and wait for that long. Was it the right thing for me to make him wait when him waiting for me for this long already proved that he was dedicated? I pursed my lips. "Something on your mind?" Dominic asked, but did not spare a look at me. "I remember something from Halloween. I was wearing a cat costume…actually a kitty costume. Did you give me my nickname from that incident?" I asked, intently staring at him. He smiled a

We walked to the headmistress’s office and took our seats. Once I was settled in, the headmistress looked at me with a nervous look. She made a tent with her fingers on the table and said, “I am sorry for what happened out there a few minutes ago. I—” “Cut to the main point, Madam,” I said, my arms crossed, my breathing labored and my eyes shooting daggers at her. She sighed, a little frown etched on her forehead, “I know what you suffered out there is unforgivable. I did not expect the students to turn out so feral. But you know, I can work on improving everything if you keep this all a secret,” she handed me a small smile and my eyes narrowed. She was scared of me reporting the whole incident to Dom. They all knew well that if the news reached his ears, he would shred this institution to pieces. I did not see any fault in that because I wanted to do the same. Winterville was turning into a hub for violence rather than an institution for building future’s. It was destroying everyon

I felt terrible. Never did I thought that behind the stone cold face, there was a child who had gone through so much pain. And he survived it all. I couldn’t imagine myself surviving such amount of rejection. He looked back at me, “Let’s head bac—” he stopped when I embraced him in a hug. I was standing on my feet, holding his head close to my chest. My hand caressed his back and I could feel those hard muscles. Focus, Avery! “I am sorry for what happened,” I said, pain etched to my voice. I just couldn’t bring myself to imagine what he could have went through since he did not tell me the full story. Was all his past pain the reason he turned out so twisted? He did not speak, neither he hugged me back. His head just rested on my chest. We stayed like this for a few minutes, before I realized that it was too awkward and I let him go. He looked at me, amusement glinting in his eyes and a subtle hint of smile playing on his lips. I licked my dry lips and tucking my loose hair back on