Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(29)
his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches my throat and I gulp. The fucker can tell how much he
affects me. “All we do is take. And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you?”
Every syllable hits me straight in the chest, my heart rate increasing with his closeness as I
practically pant before him. Just his words, tone, and body language alone have me ready to do
whatever he asks.
I can feel his friends circling, but I hold his attention with a smirk, taking a step forward to cut the
distance between us as I lift my hand to his chest, rising up on my tiptoes. “But that’s all hearsay,
right? There’s no confirmation yet. Who knows, you could be considered… nothing.”
Shock appears in the widening of his eyes almost instantaneously. He didn’t expect me to push
back, which is clear to see. But before he can offer any kind of response to my question, I slip around
him and through the portal, making my escape.
Holy fucking shit.
What have I gotten myself into?
Chapter 9
Adonis
“Y ou might just be… nothing.”
Her words are stuck on repeat, a continuous loop playing around and around in my mind, as
I quickly shower the sweat and grime from Combat class off my body.
No one has ever had the audacity to speak to me like that, to degrade me in such a way, especially
in front of others, but I saw her insult for what it was. She was using what was being thrown at her,
and channeling it my way as a means of escape.
I almost wish I had kept my mouth shut when I leaned in and whispered what being an incubus
meant, but everything happens for a reason, and I refuse to ever regret anything in life.
Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dress in my uniform again, ready to head to the dining hall as
I run my fingers through my wet hair, sweeping my blond locks back off my face. Slipping my glasses
on, I straighten the arms of my blazer before stepping out of my room.
My gaze lingers on her dorm room door for a second longer than I desire, but I can’t help it, she’s
just… captivating, and new. A hint of a sexual toy for me to engage with. Or she was, until she
insulted me. It’s a shame she doesn’t come with the option of having her mouth shut.
Heading down stairs, I find Xander, Khaos, and Zen waiting for me. We wordlessly step through
the portal, and head toward the smell of delicious food being cooked. I could make this walk in my
sleep now, I’ve done it that many times since arriving here.
It’s one of my favorite times of the day, watching everyone congregate in the same place, wearing
the same uniform, yet all being completely different groups of people. There are the nerds, knowing
everything and anything with their nose always in a book. There are girls who bitch, slay, and ruin
anyone they deem to be beneath them, with Selene perched on their throne. Then there’s the people
who mind their own business, pretending their body doesn’t know when my brothers and I walk in.
That leaves us, the four inseparable guys that have been friends for as long as I can remember.
People want to be us, have us, love us, and all we want is for them to… fuck off.
The newly proclaimed Elites of Saints Academy. Tacky, I know, but I didn’t come up with it.
My gaze casts over those who are already sitting as we walk through the tables in the dining
room, Khaos by my side, with Xander and Zen behind us. It’s our usual formation, for no reason at all,
it’s just how we’ve always walked when we’re together.
Dropping down onto the bench at our usual table in the center of the room, I click the tablet placed
before me, and the menu for today comes to life. Selecting the beef chateaubriand and a sparkling
water, the tablet confirms my order, before disappearing.
I sit, my skin prickling as I glance around the dining hall, searching for the girl who’s causing my
body to react this way. When I find her, she’s tucked away off to the far left, sitting across from
Harmonia Lovell.
Rhea Harrington.
Fuck.
I regret not encouraging her to her knees this morning and letting her taste my cock on her tongue.
She’s naturally beautiful without even trying. Her brown hair is smooth and soft, her make-up free
blue eyes shining with challenge and pain, and her lithe body is hidden under far too much clothing.
Then she has a sharp tongue, willing to break anyone else before they break her. She wastes no
time identifying what could emotionally hurt someone, and when she does, her words hit their target.
And as tempting as it is to break her, I know it’s not going to happen. Not from my efforts at least,
because I won’t be trying.
“Stop looking over there,” Xander grunts in his seat beside me. My gaze flicks to Khaos across
from me who rolls his eyes but says nothing.
“I can’t help it. She’s a complete fucking enigma; a hot one at that,” I state simply, like it should
be obvious.
Her words were true earlier. Nothing has been confirmed for me, just like everyone else, but I can
feel my body thrumming beneath the surface with a constant need for sexual desire. It’s far more