บททั้งหมดของ Make Me Yours (A Steamy Collection): บทที่ 381 - บทที่ 390

Chapter 6Cassian’s arm is heavy across my waist, his breath warm against the back of my neck. His confession from last night is still replaying in my memory. He’s wanted me for months and something inside me twists hard. This softness, this open vulnerability, feels like a weakness I can’t afford. Not now. Not after everything.I shift carefully. He’s still inside me from last night, soft now, and the reminder of how rough we were against the stairwell sends a different kind of heat through me. Not the gentle, lingering kind. Something sharper. Hungrier. I need to erase this quiet tenderness before it settles too deep. I need something raw that reminds both of us this isn’t soft or careful.I slide out from under his arm as slowly as I can with sheets tangled around my legs, still damp in places from last night. My torn panties are in a heap on the floor near the foot of the bed. My black shoes are still by the door where I kicked them off earlier. I pick them up and slip them on. I

Chapter 2Hybrid’s PovShe took a seat two rows ahead of me and slightly to the left. Close enough that her scent kept pulling at both sides of me every time she shifted in her chair. I stared at the back of her head and tried to remember how to look normal.This was going to be a problem.I’d saved her life less than twelve hours ago. Now she was sitting in the same classroom, close enough that I could hear the slight change in her breathing when she glanced back at me once. She knew. Not what I was, maybe, but she knew I’d been the one in the alley. And I knew her scent well enough now that I’d be able to track her across the whole damn town if I wanted to.I didn’t want to.I told myself that more than once while the teacher started talking about syllabi and expectations and other things I wasn’t going to remember. The wolf side of me was restless, focused on her. The vampire side was quieter than usual, which was somehow worse. Both of them agreed on one thing: she was different.

Chapter 4 Lila’s PovThe leftover pulse of my own orgasm still moves through me, a strange pleasure that feels half mine and half not. My thighs are sticky and my t-shirt is damp with sweat. I roll onto my side, heart still going hard. The image of Kael…his dark eyes, the sharp line of his jaw, the way he’d caught me in the library, stays behind my eyelids. My fingers drift between my legs again, but the ache is different now. It’s a deep and hollow need that rubbing doesn’t fix.The next day at school every shadow feels wrong. I jump at slamming lockers. I flinch when someone brushes past me in the hall. Kael isn’t in first period, and that only makes it worse. When I finally see him at lunch he’s watching me from across the cafeteria. His expression is so intense it makes my skin prickle. Something is off. I don’t know why but I can feel it.I try to eat, but the food feels like it’ll come back up. Every time I glance up he’s still looking. Not smiling. Not looking away. Just wat

Chapter 6Lila’s PovThe next day at school is its own special kind of hell. Every time I see him in the hallway my body remembers the press of his, the scrape of his fangs on my neck. The bite mark is a dull, throbbing secret under the collar of my shirt. I keep touching it without thinking and the phantom pressure makes my clit pulse. We have WWII project notes to exchange, but we do it through Mr. Henderson, passing folded papers like contraband. In the cafeteria I feel his eyes on me from across the room—heavy, constant. I don’t look back. I can’t. If I do, I might just get up and walk over there, and I don’t trust what would happen next.—————————————————————The nightmares start three nights later. They’re always the same: the glowing eyes in the dark, the snap of bone, Kael’s snarl turning into a roar of pain, and then the creature is on me, its breath like rot in my face. I wake up gasping, sheets soaked with sweat and my heart hammering. The fear sits heavy in my gut and t

Chapter 1 I’ve known Jess for four years. Long enough that I can tell when she’s been crying even if she tries to hide it. Tonight she doesn’t bother hiding anything.She shows up at my apartment a little after one in the morning, eyes red with mascara smeared under them, still wearing the dress she probably went out in. She doesn’t say hello, She doesn’t ask if I’m busy. She just walks past me when I open the door, drops her bag on the floor, and stands in the middle of my living room like she’s trying to decide whether to scream or break something.“He cheated,” she says finally. Her voice is flat. “Three months with some girl from his office...”I open my mouth to say something useless and comforting, but she doesn’t give me the chance. She turns, walks straight up to me, and kisses me hard. It’s messy and desperate, all teeth and I can tell she’s angry. I freeze for a second, hands half-raised, not sure what the hell is happening. Then she bites my bottom lip and any chance of t