Millwood Academy - First Term by Dawson, Tanya (find a book to read .txt) 📗

of your relationship with him. That’s all I can say.” Clark waves his hands in front of his face and doesn’t look my way.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I hold back tears. I feel betrayed by him, how could I trust him as my protector.

“I didn’t think it was relevant.” Clark finally makes eye contact with me. “It wouldn’t help your mission.”

“What mission? I’m here and have no idea why.” I slam my butt down in a chair and regret the force used.

Clark walks over to my left side and drapes his arm around my shoulders. “I’m sorry.” He sits on the desk beside me, and neither of us speak.

Time passes by, and my anger starts to dwindle. My eyes burn, and I’m emotionally exhausted. I just want to sleep and get away from everyone.

“Let’s get something to eat.” Clark breaks the silence first. He jumps off the desk and breaks into Una’s closet. “Pizza?”

“We need her powers.” I remind him. I slouch back in the chair as I eye my bed, unsure if I had enough energy to make it there. Clark somehow understands.

“Come.” Clark nods his head and sweeps me up in his arms and brings me to the bed. I’m dead weight, and he falls on top of me as he lays me down.

I can feel a rumble of a laugh in my belly, and I can’t hold it in. Soon we are both laughing on the bed and settle in, lying next to each other.

“Why did you leave school?” The question slips out of my mouth, and I’m uncertain where it came from. When we returned that day, students were surprised to see him.

“I was kicked out,” Clark clears his throat, and we sit there in silence again.

I want him to tell me more, so I don’t talk. I let the awkwardness take over as my mind races on what could have gotten him kicked out of a supernatural academy – when his father is who he is.

Clark rolls over on his side, facing me. The right side of my body against his abs. The attraction takes over, every time I’m close to him.

“I did something I shouldn’t have.” His voice is low and his fingers inches from my arm.

I raise my left eyebrow, now intrigued at what this goody two shoes could have done. “Like what?”

“Something I’m not proud of. Can we leave it at that?” Clark’s eyes drift to my chest.

“Come on spill. We all do shit we aren’t proud of.” I push back on his chest and feel his muscles move when he leans forward.

“Maybe another time.” His eyes drift off, and I know this will be good.

“It will take my mind off things.” I nudge his stomach. Pleased with what my hands rub up against.

“What shit did you do, that you’re not proud of?”

“You’re changing the subject.” I squint my eyes at him to show my displeasure, but it doesn’t work. The look on his face shows he’s off somewhere and I want him back with me. I flop my hand over my stomach and let out a large and long sigh.

Clark moves his hand over mine, and our fingers intertwine. It feels natural, and I don’t stop him. Our hands settle in the middle of my chest. Soon his fingertips are moving gently over my blouse, teasing a button to pop out of its hole. With each gentle push, it threatens to open.

My fantasy of being with a wolf threatens everything I’m here for. I have no self-control as the button finally pops open and he moves my hand to my stomach, and his hand travels back up to where my blouse is open. His eyes are trained on my breasts as his hand finally makes its move under the fabric.

He’s tender with his strong hand, slowly stroking my collar bone. Inching his way down further. He slips his hand under the edge of my bra and finds my nipple. I close my eyes and push my head back into my pillow as he massages it between his fingers. His rhythm is perfect, as his thumb rubs back and forth.

I moan in delight and rub my feet back and forth on the bed, trying to contain the urge inside of me. My hand finds his chest as I gently tug his shirt, giving him a hint that he has free reign over me.

He understands and soon my waist is between his muscular thighs. I open my eyes, just as he takes his shirt off and his hands are reaching for more buttons. With a flick of his wrists, my blouse is fully open, and he’s working on opening the front clasp of my bra.

As it breaks free, he pushes each cup to the side and fills his hands with my mounds of flesh. I moan as he leans forward and gently licks each nipple then settles in on one. Sucking and rubbing with his tongue. My hands pull on his hair, begging him not to stop.

He lifts his knee and gently pushes it between my legs, separating them. While his mouth moves to my other nipple, his hand slowly caresses my inner thigh as it moves up my leg. I push my legs as far apart as I can, and push my bottom down, to meet his hand sooner.

He rubs my panties with his fingers, but I’ve waited long enough. I reach down and move them aside, and moan happily that he’s quick to take hints. He finds my clit quickly and begins to work it in a steady rhythm. My body shakes as I hold on to his arm to make sure he doesn’t stop.

I feel his swollen cock against my leg and lose my breath at the thought of him fucking my brains out. He was large, and he obviously knew his way around the female body. Everything he had done to me far outweighs my previous sexual experiences.

He pulls back his hand, and I protest as I