Chapter 80: Feral Desire 2
Andria’s POV
He suddenly stopped kissing me, our breaths heaving and uneven. He stared at me as if he wasn’t sure what he was doing was the right thing.
This was the first time Sir Kaelric looked unsure and somewhat vulnerable.
He studied me for a while, and then said, "If we continue like this, I wouldn’t stop, and for fuck’s sake, I don’t want to stop. Aria, I want you so badly. I want to take you now."
His words did a number on me, and I was almost cuming undone, but my mind was whispering, "This was wrong, at least not in his office."
His kiss me again, slow at first, just like he did before, then he became more aggressive than he was before, like he wanted to drown me in him, like he owned my lips.
My breath vanished in the fire of it, and I felt my lips would peel from the desire I felt from this kiss.. The feel of his mouth moving against mine pulled a sound from me I didn’t even recognize, I was moaning, or maybe something between a gasp and a moan.
"Yes, I like that sound, continue making those sounds and you won’t leave my office in one piece," he threatened, but it sounded more like an assurance, because at this moment I wasn’t thinking, I wanted to let go of my defenses and let the fire consume us both.
His hands branded me, sliding along my back, gripping me like I was his possession, like I had always been his.
My body betrayed me. My wolf betrayed me. The heat inside me, the restless ache, the wild pulse of the mate bond, it all blended into a messy, consuming storm.
I didn’t care about walls, about titles, about the fact that we were in his office. For one moment, I only cared about him, about the taste of him, about the way my heart and body leapt toward his fire like a moth to flame.
His desk creaked under me as he pressed closer, my legs instinctively parting, my hands curling into the hard lines of his chest. The faint scrape of his jaw grazed my cheek, rough and intoxicating. I wanted to melt. I wanted to surrender. I wanted him to take...
The sharp vibration of my phone in my pocket jolted me. The shrill tone of Becca’s voice blared through the speaker before I even realized I had answered.
"Aria? Where are you? We’ve been waiting in the cafeteria forever."
Reality crashed down. I pushed Kaelric’s chest hard enough to break the kiss. My lips tingled, bruised from his hunger, but my mind screamed for air. For distance.
"What was I just about to do?" I muttered to myself. And for a moment I felt so embarrassed to look up at him. "Shit, I have fucked up," I mentally scolded myself.
"Athena, you are the reason I’m in this mess right now," I scolded that whore of a wolf.
"Well, don’t blame me for a decision you made yourself. I exposed that hidden desire, and enjoyed it while I could," Athena retorted.
"I have to go," I blurted, breathless. My voice was shaky and messy. I just hoped that it wasn’t revealing everything I didn’t want him to know.
His eyes were still dark, still stormy, but he didn’t stop me. He only tilted his head, his smirk lazy and knowing, as if he had already won, as if he had tasted enough to be satisfied for now.
"Run if you must, little wolf," he said, his voice low and teasing. "But you’ll come back. You know you will."
His words clung to me even as I stumbled off his desk and smoothed my clothes. I wanted to smack off that cocky smile from his mouth, "You are so sure that I’ll come back, aren’t you?" I replied sarcastically.
He just scoffed and sat down in his chair behind the desk, then rolled it, revealing his back to me. "You will come back, Aria," he repeated, and I stormed out of his office, feeling both angry and embarrassed.
The hallway air was cooler, but not enough. My lips still burned. My body still throbbed. My mind was still a mess of desire and guilt.
I wanted to scream at myself for being so weak. I wanted to deny what had just happened. But the truth was stamped into my body, his scent, his touch, the way I had almost surrendered completely.
I couldn’t face Damon, Aven, or Tristan. Not when my feromones are still raging, not when I knew that I might be pleading with any one of them to take me now.
Why do these feromones make wolves weak, or is it just mine?.
So I walked, fast, almost running, to the cafeteria, avoiding any eye contact with any student, didn’t want them seeing how awkward my face is from desire.
I strengthened myself upon reaching the cafeteria.
When I stepped in, the room felt different, heavy and off. The usual chatter of students buzzed low, but when their eyes lifted to me, something icy slid down my spine. They didn’t look at me like their fellow student; they looked at me like an enemy, and that worried me.
Kaelric’s warning rang in my ears. Tracy’s spell was spreading faster.
I forced myself to keep walking toward the table where Becca, Liara, and Arlo were waiting. Their faces brightened the moment they saw me. Becca waved her hands dramatically, Arlo gave me a small grin, and Liara clapped as if I’d just walked into a coronation hall.
But before I could reach them, a blonde deliberately brushed past me, her drink "accidentally" tilting all over my shirt.
The cold liquid seeped into my clothes, clinging, sticky, humiliating. "Yeah, this trick was already cliché, I wonder why they still use it," I muttered to myself.
If it weren’t for the fact that I had convinced myself that they were under a spell, I would have snatched her dirty blonde hair and given her what she deserves.
"Oh, sorry," the blonde said, her voice sickly sweet, but her smirk betrayed her. She didn’t even look back properly. She strutted off with her friends, laughter trailing behind.
My wolf snarled.
Becca shot to her feet so fast her chair toppled. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" she yelled at the girl. Her fists clenched, her body tense, ready to lunge.
"Oh, I forgot that the liar and whore has a personal bodyguard too," the blond, silly girl fired back at Becca.
Becca’s face was blazing hot. I’ve never seen her this angry before. "Maybe I’ll have to wipe off that smirk from your face as her personal bodyguard, since you are a blind, silly she-wolf," Becca retorted, raising her hands to slap the blonde.
I caught her wrist before she could storm forward. "Becca. Stop." My voice came out calm, though my insides burned. "It’s not worth it."
"Not worth it? She..."
"I said stop." I met her furious eyes, steady and unyielding. Slowly, she deflated, though her glare still tracked the blonde who had already left to sit across the room.
I gave her hand a squeeze, then rushed to the bathroom. I scrubbed at my blouse with paper towels, muttering under my breath, hating the weakness that came with being targeted so openly.
I swore to myself not to feel this way again; therefore, I have to break this spell as soon as possible, so that I wouldn’t have to keep excusing bad behavior.
Kaelric’s words echoed again in my mind, "You risk losing the election unless you break the spell."
Given the hostility these students are showing, I risk losing this election unless I act quickly to break the spell.
By the time I returned, my clothes were damp but cleaner, and my friends were already digging into their trays of food.
They cheered when I sat down, but I had already lost my appetite. I wasn’t sure if it was due to my encounter at Kaelric’s office or the scene in the cafeteria, but I still had to join my friends.
Becca was the first to speak, her frustration spilling over. "It’s getting worse, Aria. The spell. We’ve already lost three of our strongest candidates today. They just walked out. Swore allegiance to Tracy. Like puppets. Like they didn’t even have a choice."
Liara’s fork scraped her plate nervously with a hint of aggression. "And more will follow. If she keeps this pace, she’ll control half the academy before the week ends, and the next week is the election."
Arlo leaned back, his jaw tight. "I saw some of the younger students chanting her campaign lines in the courtyard, like parrots. Their eyes didn’t even look normal; you could tell that they were under some kind of hypnosis. This isn’t just politics. This is a war, and we seem to be on the losing end."
Their words tightened my chest. My gaze darted around the cafeteria, and sure enough, I caught sight of clusters of students whispering, glancing at me with suspicion.
"What if?" I thought suddenly, my heart sinking. What if Mel, Liara, Becca, and Arlo become victims of the spell too?,