Red (on hold!)

Ships In The Quad

Brinly

"Come on, baby. How many more times do I need to say I'm sorry?" Rickie hollered as I stepped out of the shower. His voice sounding angry and pathetic all at once. I can't even answer why I'm so irritated with him. It's not like this isn't a recurring event over the last few months. I've accepted the situation for what it is. It shouldn't bother me, but for some reason, I've been on edge a lot lately and my dreams filled with the dark mysterious figure with golden eyes haven't left me. If anything, they have grown in intensity.

Last night I dreamt that he took me from behind ravishing my body. His hands held me tightly as he pounded into me. His mouth worshiped every inch of my being. His fangs tempted for my neck grazing my skin softly bringing me to the peak of ecstasy before howling out his release into the open midnight sky.

"As many times as it takes for you to mean it." I called back while drying my hair. It's been like this for the last two days and really, it's getting annoying. If you don't mean something, why say it? This is something I've never understood.

I wrapped a towel around my hair after drying my body and walked out of the bathroom in search of clothes. A smirk slid its way across my face seeing the lust and longing written all over Rickie's face.

Is it wrong that I enjoy toying with him and making him squirm when he fucks up? Probably.

"This isn't fair." He said under his breath wrapping his arms around my naked torso.

I shrugged in response "Life isn't fair."

I pulled myself out of his grip leaving him huffing behind me like a child denied candy. "You can't deny me forever, Brin." He stated grabbing his books before heading out the door and shutting it with a little more force than was necessary.

I simply rolled my eyes. He has always been kind of a man-child, but as our time together weans down, I'm finding it increasingly more annoying. How have I not noticed how juvenile he is before? If I were smarter, maybe I would have picked up on the red flags all along and stopped it from getting this deep... for him, I mean.

I grabbed a pair of panties, opting to go without a bra. Threw on ripped skinny jeans and a cropped top and paired them with flipflops and a messy bun before heading out to my class. I was already running late, and it was going to set my whole schedule off.

Too absorbed in my own world I ran through the quad holding my books to my chest when I slammed into a hard chest and nearly fell on my ass spilling my books to the ground. Big hands wrapped around my forearms to hold me still. Heat spread throughout my body in a matter of seconds.

Damn that sexy stranger in my dreams. My hormones have been off the charts. I may need to question if I'm becoming a nymphomaniac at this point. Everything reminds me of him and sets my blood to a boil.

I muttered an apology as I hurriedly snatched my books from the ground and shot off to my class hoping the professor didn't lock me out today of all days. I need to make good on these exams.

Daxon

I've dreamt of the same dazzling woman every night since I first picked up that hint of a scent on the campus a few days ago.

Last night Nikan fought to take over in my dream, almost demanding that I mark her. I had her writhing in pleasure beneath me. Panting little mews leaving her lips. Her parted pout purred as I pulled her hair and stroked myself within her warm tight body. I kissed her neck feeling my canines lengthen and graze her skin. The sensation of my fangs pricking her skin made her shudder and clinch down on my mass until she came with a whimper around me and Nikan released a victory howl as I found my release.

Being as how I couldn't get her off my mind and it all started with that visit to campus, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I could look to see if she were here hiding among the humans and look out for any sightings of the rogues.

My morning seemed to be dragging with no clue as to where to even start. I stopped by the café and got myself a coffee to try to blend in with the flow of co-eds. I had just finished throwing the empty cup into the recycling bin and turned around when a small human girl ran straight into me. The sound of her books hitting the cement floor echoed through the halls as my arms shot out to hold her steady. Strands of her long auburn hair hung loosely from a messy bun curling and covering her face, but I could detect the makings of a blush spreading across her cheeks. I smirked to myself knowingly, not at all surprised that I influence her baser instincts.

Her voice came out small but, held more power than she seemed aware of as she gave a short apology, which only made me grin more.

'She'd be fun to play with' I told Nikan who was also busy assessing the little human. I drug my gaze over her tiny frame as she broke from my hold and scoured the area to collect her books and then ran off toward the English building.

Her legs were long for her five-foot height. Her body held delicate curves that I itched to have my hands on. Nikan growled in agreement sending me images of all the dirty things he wanted to do to the delectable little human. I had to adjust myself in my pants more than once to ease the ache that was building in my balls.

'Since when are you on board with me playing with a female other than our mate?' I asked laughing at the way his mind was working her over in a million different ways.

'I don't know' he replied confused by his own thoughts. 'She's not a supernatural, so she can't be our mate.' I responded, but it was more like I was asking for confirmation.

He shook his wolfy head and laid down in the back of my mind. I smiled knowing he wouldn't object to what I was thinking next. 'So, you won't mind toying with her then?' His ears perked up and he grinned in response.

This should be fun.