Bedded by the Headmaster

Ch9: Fed Up

Susie:

The searing pain Susie expected didn't come, and her scream died almost immediately in her throat.

Besides the initial sting, Arken's bite hadn't hurt. Whatever he'd done to make the experience painless had worked.

That didn't stop her from trembling like a leaf as he drank her blood.

What. The. Fuck?

All that gentleness. All that pretence. For what? Just so he could scare the shit out of her when he bit her without warning?

Susie held still, her chest shuddering as she took short, erratic breaths. She knew from experience that it was unwise to thrash about when there were sharp teeth in her neck, so she had no choice but to lie there. Her head felt like it was going to explode. Her face burnt up, her throat closed over, and hot tears sprang to her eyes.

Shit.

I'm going to cry.

She wasn't scared for her life. Maybe she should have been, but she was too shocked by the headmaster's snap-change in demeanour. He did not seem himself—he emanated a cold ruthlessness that pushed the air from the room and made her feel small.

It had come out of nowhere, and it was fucking scary.

It didn't help that she was lying on her back and that Arken's chest pressed down heavily now. She now realised how careful he'd been earlier not to crush her when he'd lain on top of her.

A gurgled sob broke out from her throat.

Arken froze, then pulled away as if she'd stung him. He stared at her with a tortured expression. His fangs were hardly visible with his lips drawn down in worry, but she could see the faint hue of her blood on his lower lip.

The vivid scarlet glow of his eyes flickered out, the warm caramel returning. "Susie?"

She couldn't breathe.

She couldn't swallow.

She couldn't speak.

She was paralysed as she stared at him, no longer trusting the concerned look he gave her.

Monster.

"Susie, what happened? Did I—?"

Arken's eyes widened in shock as he stared at her neck. "Oh, no..."

Susie glared up at him. 'What the fuck is wrong with you?!' she wanted to scream. What kind of game was he playing, pretending to look mortified after biting her like that? After spending goodness knew how many hours coaxing her to relax, to lower her guard around him, to trust him to be a gentleman...only to break her trust.

It was a million times worse than if he'd just grabbed her out in the corridor and bitten her. She would have been braced for anything then. Here, she'd let herself be vulnerable.

I trusted a vampire. Fuck.

Fuck!

"Get. Off. Me," she growled.

"Susie—" he began.

"Get off me!" she screamed.

Arken leapt off her, stumbling away from the bed as if she'd struck him with lightning. If only.

Susie scrambled up, nearly falling over as one foot landed on the ground whilst the other got twisted in a sheet.

Arken reached to steady her, but she swiped at him, not the least bit sorry when the tip of one of her claws cut across the back of his hand, slicing open flesh.

He yelped as blood spurted forth, clamping his wrist with his other hand to stop the blood flow.

Were there any arteries on the back of the hand that could cause him to bleed out? Who the hell knew? She'd been too busy taking compulsory Pet Obedience lessons with Professor Zott to attend Anatomy like she'd wanted to.

Arken was still staring at her in shock, his head shaking as if he couldn't believe what had happened.

He was a good actor.

"Susie, I'm so sorry—"

Blinding rage seized her.

"Save it," she snarled.

She had to leave. She had to get Arken out of her room, but first, she had to leave.

Right. Now.

"I'm going to shower," she announced, her voice somehow holding firm despite all that had happened. Something grazed her neck, and she touched it to find a damp spot. Her fingertips came away red.

"I'm sorry," Arken was apologising. "Is there anything I can—?"

With one hand on the door handle, Susie spun around to face him. "With all due respect, Headmaster...you better be fucking far from here when I return."

She bared her teeth, wishing she could morph into a wolf more keenly than she ever had before, just so she could threaten him with a full display of vicious wolf fangs. She threw the door open.

"Susie," he tried again, his voice so reasonable it was impressive.

She exhaled through her nostrils. "It's Susanna. Please shut the door on your way out."

She stalked out into the corridor, which was mercifully empty as she half walked, half ran to the bathroom, tears streaming down her face.

Arken was nothing to her.

And clearly, she was nothing to him.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise, but the feeling of loneliness within her deepened. It left her feeling worse than she had before he'd entered her room, as though she'd just lost something precious that she hadn't known she wanted.

Like most of her dreams, this one belonged in her fantasy books.

Because that's all they were: foolish, dangerous fantasies.

She shut herself in the bathroom and turned the hot water on, clutching the cool tiled wall as she tried to make sense of what had happened. She washed their combined juices from between her legs—not only his semen, but her arousal as well.

Her head spun. Arken had helped her reach an orgasm.

He was the first man to do so.

She only wished the moment had been special.