I eye him, not at all understanding how his brain works. “Will the people you had jump me be there?” He sighs as if he actually hoped I’d be all for it. “You’d have a good time if you let yourself.” “I think we need a night of fun, not recon and defense,” Collins tells me as he drops down in the patio chair across from me. My shoulders fall and I look to the ceiling. He frowns at me, frowns at the ground, and then walks away. I spin around the corner, freezing when I spot Captain leaning against the wall. “Answers.” My eyes widen as my brows raise mockingly. It takes a few minutes for the area to clear, and as soon as it does, Collins gets in my face. I feel like the wishy-washy bitch I’m acting like. I wink like a bitch, even though I don’t feel cocky right now.
The principal glares from him to me, and just like every other time when he’s around, there’s something extra hidden in his leery light eyes as he studies our movements. Maddoc moves right toward him, spitting in his face as he stalks by without a word. “Keep your hands off my students, Brayshaw,” Principal Perkins calls from the hall. He drops me to my feet, and I stand there frozen. Maddoc squeezes me, only letting go once Royce appears out of nowhere and places a hand on his shoulder. He opens his mouth to speak, but Collins and Mac tumble down the hall, shoving and punching at each other and then there’s another crowd behind him. His eyes are wild and crazy, the green almost gone as a blackness takes over. He pulls me back up, spins and pins me to the wall with his grip on my ribs, my feet dangling in the air, so I can’t gain any leverage and trip to slip past. I bite his bottom lip until he yanks back and quickly slink under his arms, but he catches me by the back of my shirt, and I slam onto my ass.
His tongue swallows mine as his hands take control, and he pushes against me. My lungs finally open, greedily pulling in all his scent, the burn left behind from not having him finally soothing. Maddoc snarls angrily at first, and then his growl morphs into a deep, territorial rumble, possessiveness pouring into me off of him. He also doesn’t expect it when I move to my tippy toes and yank his head down until my lips smash into his. He definitely doesn’t expect me to melt against his erratically beating heart the second it blends with mine. I think he expects me to fight him, or shove at him or to tell him the truth. “And don’t you fucking dare bullshit me, Raven. Maddoc continues to drag me along until he can shove me into a small concave in the hallway. Mac rushes out after us, and for a half second, I think maybe he’s considering stopping Maddoc, but he spins, pulls the door closed and holds it there, right as Collins reaches it.Ĭollins bangs on the small window from the other side, fighting to pull it open.
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