Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(82)

Cassandra’s.

Did she do that before she got here, or is that a trait she’s picked up from the twins?

Why the fuck am I intrigued to find out?

The conversation continues to buzz around us as I pay no mind to anyone, except Rhea, and the

way her skin lights up with goosebumps in the wake of my touch.

Interesting. I could have sworn she would pull away.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs, her eyes focused on mine as I continue to run my thumb

lightly across her skin, and I shrug in response.

My body is desperate to touch hers, more so than usual, to the point that I can’t control it. And if

she thinks this is confusing to her, she has no idea what it feels like for me. She’s holding me captive,

my body making my decisions as she lures me in.

I know where this all stems from though; I’m not stupid. The moment she stepped forward and

placed herself between Xander and Selene only solidified her unspoken loyalty to figuring this all out

with him. Us. Potentially. And I am here for it.

Watching as she lost control of her own power rising within, in an attempt to calm Xander down,

filled me with an emotion I can’t fully comprehend, and I don’t think I want to either. All I do know is

I want to thank her for it, show my appreciation for how she treated him, but this is me. Words aren’t

enough and there’s only one way I can think to do that.

“Don’t mention that stupid bitch around me,” Xander grunts, reminding me Selene is still the topic

at the table, but I have no interest in rehashing what happened earlier. It’s played out in my head

enough times already. I’m focused on a completely different subject.

Rhea continues to stare at me, the noise at the table sinking into the background as I inch my hand

slightly higher up her thigh, watching her face for any tell or sign that she wants me to stop, but

nothing comes.

She seems tense, and I can help work that out of her.

Just this once.

I keep my touch gentle, grazing her skin as I dismiss my food and brace my elbow on the table,

palm against my cheek as I smile at her lazily.

Her Academy skirt is loose enough around her thighs for me to slip underneath, moving higher and

higher, and to my utter disbelief, her legs part, challenging me to go higher as her pupils dilate.

It’s like she’s beckoning me forward, expecting me to back down before I reach the apex of her

thighs. The way she smirks ever so slightly, tells me she doesn’t believe I will do anything more than

tease. The mirth in her eyes seems to think I won’t go any further in such a public setting, but she

doesn’t fucking know me.

I don’t glance to see if we have anyone’s attention, happy to bask in the bubble we seem to have

created as neither of us say a word. There’s no need to. Not one. And when the pad of my finger runs

over the lace of her panties, I almost groan, my cock jolting in my pants.

Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, her cheeks dusting a pale pink, but otherwise she doesn’t stop

me, doesn’t close her legs, and doesn’t push me away.

No is a word I’m aware of. Fuck, I’m happy to take it as a full sentence without question on my

end, but she’s not giving it to me.

Slipping under the lace, my mind desperate to know the color, I run my finger over her folds,

surprised to feel how wet she is already. How long has she been needy? Does it link to her powers

bursting inside of her earlier?

I rub my own lips together as I circle her clit. Once, twice, three times. I watch as her throat bobs

when she swallows, the moan trapped there pleading to release as she holds still. I’m not at the best

angle with my left hand, trying to remain discreet, but I can make it work. It’ll be worth it.

Trailing down to her core, I tease her entrance, and again her thighs part wider, her knee brushing

mine, and I wonder if her other is touching Xander. Sinking two fingers inside her, she gasps, ever so

softly, unable to contain it fully, and I grin, swirling my fingers inside of her. The walls of her pussy

tighten, silently begging for more, and I’m happy to oblige.

I can sense eyes on us, coming from Zen, Khaos possibly too, but I’m too deep in the desire to

please her to let them interrupt now. Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I brace my glistening hand on

the back of her chair as I lean in, dropping my right hand to her knee and following the same path I

took moments ago, only quicker this time.

Leaning in close, my breath blowing against her ear as I yank the lace blocking my ease of access,

hearing the material tear as it rips along the seam. I don’t even glance to see if anyone else hears, too

intoxicated by her as the remaining material still hangs off her waist.

A grin spreads across my face as her eyes somehow manage to widen even more, but I don’t utter

a word, instead, sinking my fingers back into her core.

“I didn’t realize we had a little exhibitionist on our hands,” I mutter against her ear, feeling her

shiver before me as I fuck her with my hand, grinding my palm against her clit. Rhea can’t seem to