Chapter 94
Weekends are more relaxed at mealtimes, especially in the mornings when we don’t have classes. So, I grab some
eggs, bacon, and fruit and find a seat, needing to get away from Sebastian.
He, however, follows me out with his own food. “Is everything okay this morning?”
“Yep, fine and dandy,” I say, willing my body to act normal.
He frowns at me. “You said that already.”
“Did I?”
“Yeah, you did. Are you taking medications for your hip?” he asks.
“No.”
“Are you in pain?”
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“It hurts, but it’s better now. It was pretty stiff this morning, but I was able to walk off most of the stiffness,” I say, fo- cusing on my food.
He continues to frown, watching me as we eat. Others join us, but I feel the need to get out of here, away from him before I jump him like a damn bitch in heat.
I drop my tray off and duck out the other side of the dining hall. I’ve just gotten to the floor where our rooms are when a hand clamps around my arm and spins me around.
“I don’t like being lied to, Christina. Have enough respect for me to tell me what’s going on. You’re acting strange. You’re not prone to hysterics.”
“I am not being hysterical,” I say.
“By your standards, you are. What’s going on? I want the truth. Have I done something to offend you?” he says.
“Believe me, you don’t want the truth,” I say.
He takes my arm and leads me to his room, gently pushing me inside before following me in and closing the door. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the door as if forbidding me to leave.
“Out with it!” he demands. I glare at him a moment before it all comes pouring out of me.
“Yes, I’m offended! I’m offended that my body is betraying me by practically weeping for another one of your fantas- tic fucking orgasms and that I’m apparently no longer as good at giving myself orgasms as you are! I feel like Pavlov‘ s fucking dog! I see your face and my body begins aching to have you touch me. And since you’re an instructor and I‘ m an assistant, it’s not exactly convenient for me to feel this way! There! Is that what you wanted to hear?”
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Okay, maybe I am being a little bit hysterical. My body feels out of control with desire this morning.
His arms fall to his sides as he fights his smile. “You could have just asked for my help.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t sleepwalk to your room last night. My entire body feels off.”
“Like you’ve lost control?” he asks calmly.
I sigh. “Yeah, maybe that’s it.”
“For what it’s worth, I would have been happy to help you last night. I’m happy to help you now, if you’d like.”
“I haven’t showered and I’m all sweaty from my walk,” I say and even I can hear the pouty tone in my voice.
“Lucky for you, there’s a shower right through there,” he says, jerking his thumb toward his bathroom.
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I hesitate. I know I’m practically desperate for him to relieve this stress or pent–up frustration inside me, but I also know this is a dangerous line we’re balancing on.
“We’ve been practicing at night because it was convenient, Christina. But there aren’t any classes this morning. We have time. But it’s your choice.”
I look at him a long moment before I turn and head into his shower. I’m never going to be able to focus today until I get what my body and my wolf are demanding.
Him.
Sebastian
I know it shouldn’t matter. If anything, I should feel bad. Instead, I feel like a damn boxer dancing around the ring
my arms in the air after winning the fight of my life.
with
That’s right Christina. I OWN your orgasms!
My wolf is howling so loudly that it’s giving me a headache. I honestly didn’t expect her to give in and go to the shower. She must really be desperate. I am more than happy to oblige, and I’ll do it under the guise of practice. But being here, in my room, on my bed? If I haven’t ruined her for any other man yet, I fully intend to do it right now.
I lay the blanket I’ve been using for her over my bed. I haven’t washed my sheets yet, so they probably smell strong- ly of me. Rather than worry about that, I’d rather just keep scenting this blanket with her smell. That, I won’t wash for . a while.
When she comes out of the shower, she’s wrapped in a towel looking equal parts mortified and desperate.
“Lay on the bed, face up,” I tell her.
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