Last Time at Beast Academy
“Tell me something,” I whispered, surprised to find my own voice dripping with something like desire. A need that I had been suppressing. “Tell me something, Enrique.”
“Are you willing to pay a price?” he whispered. His face inched closer to me.
“Yes.”
It was a foolish thing to say. His hand came up to brush the sensitive skin of my throat. He inhaled my scent as he pressed his lips against my neck. With an agonizingly slow motion, he dragged his lips to my ear.
“You’re not a late-shifter.”
I pulled back with a gasp, but it was extinguished quickly. He snaked his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me towards him.