Sauter (Ironside Academy, #3)(86)
“What do you mean how?” She switched her attention from her shoes to the roof.
“Isobel.” Cian’s voice lowered to a purr. “Look at me.”
Her attention darted back to his face, her jaw set stubbornly, teeth grinding together.
He cupped her jaw, his thumb slipping up above her chin, brushing beneath the swell of her lip, his eyes darkening to a velvet sapphire, his Alpha ring glittering almost menacingly. He tipped forward, whispering close to her face, “Did he want to fuck you, doll?”
She blinked at him, her stomach swooping. “W-We were just dancing.”
“Hm.” Cian’s attention switched to her mouth. “Do you know what it looks like when someone wants to fuck you? Do you know what it feels like?”
She lifted her chin. “Yes.”
He licked his lips like he was tasting her deception, and his grip on her chin tightened, his eyes darkening further, his Alpha ring beginning to swell.
“Get it out of her now, or I do it my way,” Moses snapped, his acidic and sweet scent growing sour. “This class is going to fill up in a matter of minutes.”
The door to the classroom opened as if on cue, and a small group of students entered, chattering animatedly about what had happened in the dining hall. The storage cupboard had slats in it, just big enough to let in a small amount of light, and angled to show them a hint of the classroom beyond.
Isobel tried to pull her chin out of Cian’s grip, but he only shook his head, making a quiet sound of reprimand before his hand fell to her neck, pushing her tightly to the shelves. She darted a look to the slats, but there was no way they could see inside the dark closet without angling the slats in the other direction. Her eyes snapped to Moses, finding only annoyance.
“Why are you so stubborn?” he asked, mouthing the words more than anything.
“Why are you?” she returned, but Cian tightened his grip, and she immediately returned her attention to him.
He had switched the smooth crystal to his other hand to grab her, but now he reached up to set it back onto the shelf.
“What happened?” he asked softly.
His grip had been incrementally tightening, so subtly that she didn’t even realise when she stopped breathing. She reached up to grab his wrist, and the second her fingers hit his skin, he loosened his hold, his expression unchanging, chillingly blank.
“You’re freaking me out,” she grumbled, as the students began loudly replaying a recording of the dining hall incident on someone’s phone.
“Please.” Moses rolled his eyes, shrugging back his shoulders until he found a comfortable spot to lean against the shelves, tucking one of his feet behind the other and crossing his muscled arms. “Nobody’s nose is as good as mine. You’re not freaked out.”
“Then what am I?” she flung out in a distressed whisper.
“Turned on, honey.” Cian breathed the words against her ear, his grip tightening again. “Tell us what happened with Elijah.”
She wanted to snap back at him, but her knees had gone weak, and he had pushed one of his thighs between hers like he knew he would need to hold her up, his spare hand dropping to her hip.
“Be a good girl and I’ll give you what Elijah couldn’t,” he purred into her ear.
She felt her eyes fluttering shut, but then immediately pulled them open, wide with embarrassment as she stared over Cian’s shoulder at Moses.
“H-Have you guys spoken to Kalen?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Moses watched her carefully, his dark eyes impassive as they captured every tick and twitch in her expression. “No …” His gaze brushed down her body, taking in the way Cian was pressing her into the shelves. “But we don’t need to. It’s written all over you. You’re built for praise.”
“And I’m remarkably good at finding people’s weak spots,” Cian added, a smirk in his voice. “So how hard should I try, Carter? How much should I push you?” His tongue flicked out against the edge of her jaw. “This hard?” He gripped her hair suddenly, pulling her head back and licking along her jaw until he got to her chin, which he nipped at sharply. “Or harder?”
Her mind went completely blank. “Yes.”
Cian groaned, pulling back slightly. She was staring at his lips, wondering if they tasted like salt water, and if kissing him would feel like drowning. He turned his head, narrowing his eyes on Moses. “Someone needs to keep her quiet while I’m persuading her to talk.”
Moses arched a dark, winged brow, his expression challenging despite the quiet tone of his words. “I’m not laying a finger on her.” His attention drifted to Isobel. “No offense, Carter.”
“None taken,” she muttered, Moses’ even tone helping to clear the hazy fog Cian had managed to scatter her thoughts with.
The classroom was starting to fill up, louder than usual as they rode the wave of drama from earlier. Moses pushed off the shelves, but instead of stalking out of the closet, he only reached over Cian, gripping her shoulder and pulling her forward, her front smacking into Cian’s hard chest. Cian caught her hips, pulling her off the stack of books she had been standing on and turning their bodies until she could feel Moses at her back, the three of them stacked sideways into the cupboard. She finally had a full view of the door, and she swallowed nervously at the light slanting in across the floor, missing Cian’s shoe by an inch.