Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(98)



also learning myself too. It’s exciting yet daunting, but I like it.

My hands slowly glide up his chest to circle around his neck, bringing him closer, his kiss

deepening as he continues to hold my chin in place, tilting my head back so he has complete control.

The part of him that screams alpha dominating shifter.

I fucking love it.

All too soon he pulls his mouth from mine, our chests heaving with each breath as I pry open my

eyelids I hadn’t even realized had closed.

Fuck. He literally consumed me from the inside out.

Xander reluctantly loosens his grip on my chin, and the second he does, I’m spun on the spot, my

chest colliding with Zen’s as his mouth finds mine in an instant.

Holy fuck.

I’ve barely recovered from Xander’s touch, so falling into Zen’s is seamless as he cups my neck

with one hand and grips my hip with the other. His tongue drags along my bottom lip, making a shiver

run down my spine as he makes my body hum with desire.

Where Xander was dominating and consuming, Zen is taking my breath away with his slow pace

and attention to detail, and he fucking knows it. My fingers find their way into his hair, but no sooner

do I tug on the ends does he release me from his hold.

Blinking up at him, a shit eating grin spreads across his face as he makes a surprising show of

readjusting himself beneath his Academy issued pants, and my thighs clench together with need.

Pleased with himself, he takes a step back, not uttering a single word as my vision is suddenly

filled with the heated gaze of Adonis. Silently, he lifts his hand to my face, stroking his finger down

my cheek as he inches closer, before running the tip of his finger over my lips, making them tingle as

he smirks.

“I felt the need to stroke these lips since I’m already well acquainted with the others,” he says

with a hint of mischief flicking in his eyes, and I scoff.

“Fuck you. I’m—”

My retort is cut short when he replaces his finger with his lips, stunning me as I freeze in place.

His mouth his firm, demanding, and hot as fuck pressed against mine. After a moment, my irritation at

his choice of words is long forgotten as I mold my mouth to his. One brush, two brush, three, and he

steps back with a heated gaze and a tense jawline. He’s either mad for kissing me or because he had

to stop, but my guess is he fucking liked it more than he cares to admit.

And the only reason that is my guess is because… well, I feel the fucking same.

My hands clench and unclench at my sides as I take calming breaths, but my body is high on desire

now, desperate to take more from them, but we have classes to get to, people to be around, a show to

put on, and I can’t damn well start dry humping one of them in public. Can I? I can. But I won’t.

Scrubbing a hand down my face as I release a heavy sigh, I jolt when a hand grabs my wrist,

pulling it away from my body. Peering up, my eyes widen when I find Khaos standing toe to toe with

me, and I’m instantly reminded of the night at the Halloween party. His body pressed up against mine

as the bark from the tree was rough against my skin. And the kiss that accompanied the touch has done

nothing to cool the burning need inside of me. Combined with the heated moment earlier when he

defended me against Marco, and I’m left gaping at him in surprise.

Khaos is unpredictable.

When Xander and Zen pressed their lips to mine, deep in my gut I’d felt a hint of disappointment

knowing not all of them would claim me like that, but I would accept us for what we are. Which for

Khaos, was far too hard to read.

His emerald green eyes darken before me, highly charged as he continues to hold my wrist, and

my heart gallops in my chest, waiting to see what it is he plans on doing to me.

“You don’t have to kiss me because the others did,” I manage to state far too quietly and unsure

for my liking, but I blame it on the fried brain I’ve got from making out with the others. I want him to

know it’s okay, he has a choice in the matter too.

He doesn’t utter a word in response as he looms above me, chest brushing against mine, catching

my hardened nipples through the fabric of my shirt and my blazer. His lip tilts ever so slightly at the

right corner, but it’s gone again before I can be sure.

With every passing second my breath hitches more and more, until I think I might pass out from

lack of oxygen.

“Fuck, what’s taking you guys so… oh.” The sound of Harmonia’s voice swarms around us, but it

doesn’t seem to be enough to break the intense stare off between Khaos and me. “This looks like an…

awesome moment, but uh, classes have been canceled before lunch for a last minute assembly, and

we’re going to be late.”

My brows crinkle at that last minute change in plans, but I still don’t move an inch or pull my gaze

from Khaos. I can’t. Not even if I wanted to. And to my surprise, none of the guys utter a word either,

almost like they’re captivated by the pair of us too, but I can’t turn to check.

His face inches closer, slowly, his eyes searching mine as his nostrils flare, when he places the

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