Sauter (Ironside Academy, #3)(91)

“I can’t come on you,” he whispered brokenly. “It’ll cause a riot.” He seemed to be asking for permission, and for a moment, she was just as confused as he was. She didn’t have that kind of relationship with Moses.

He didn’t even like her.

But her lips were parting anyway, and he slid against her tongue with a husky groan. She could see Cian over his shoulder, watching her face with a guarded, calculating look, assessing her even though there was still a spark of heat in his expression as she took his friend’s cock all the way to the back of her throat.

Moses started thrusting unevenly, fucking into her throat as he gripped her cheeks, puffing her lips out as he looked down at her with angry dark eyes.

“Wish you weren’t sucking it all off,” he muttered in a distracted way before his hips jerked and he exploded against the back of her tongue. “Fuck … fuck … Jesus Christ … why do you have to look like you were made for me? Swallow it all. Every drop, Carter.”

He stroked a line up her throat, and then pulled out of her mouth, tucking himself back into his pants before tugging her up, into his arms.

He held her against his chest, saying something quietly to Cian, who seemed to be shifting around behind him. The sounds of the classroom on the other side of the cupboard seemed piercingly loud all of a sudden, and she felt dizzy, and overwhelmed. There were tears spilling down her cheeks, and she didn’t know how to stop them.

She had just done what?

And with Moses?

Cian seemed to be tugging her tights back on while Moses held her, and as he settled them against her hips, he saw her face.

“To me,” Cian demanded, grabbing her off Moses and sitting on the stepladder so that he could bundle her into his lap. “Shh, you’re okay, doll. You’re safe.”

He brushed her hair from her face so gently she could have been made of glass. “You did so well. You’re so beautiful, so perfect.”

She liked Cian … Cian was safe …

But right at that moment, Cian felt more than dangerous.

Without Cian, none of that would have happened.

She screwed her eyes closed, willing her body to teleport away, but of course, it didn’t work like that, so instead, she slumped into the overheated body holding her, her cheek falling to his shoulder, and she started counting inside her head.

He whispered to her that she was stunning, she was perfect, she was such a good girl, and she pushed all those words away before they could weave her back under his spell.

She wasn’t very experienced, but she also wasn’t an idiot.

What she had just done was irresponsible.

She almost lost her virginity in a CLOSET.

WITH MOSES.

“Pathetic,” her father would say. “What a desperate, pathetic little Sigma.”





15





Red Light, Green Light





Despite her best efforts to ignore him, Cian still managed to calm her somewhat. At least he managed to stop her crying and fix up all her clothes so that she looked presentable again, but the effort to tell herself that his heat wasn’t comforting and his whispered voice didn’t sound like heaven had completely sapped all her energy reserves, and when the classroom finally emptied, her legs were too wobbly to move.

She scooted away from both of them when they tried to help her, shoving the long pink crystal into her bag because there was no way she was leaving it in there for the students to play with. She burst out of the closet, keeping her head down as she stalked toward the fitness centre. Her next class was Mikel’s small group session, but there was no way she could face the other Alphas.

Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on her side, because she was on track to run right into Kilian, Niko, and Theodore outside the fitness centre. They were walking toward her from the other direction. One of them called out, but she tucked her chin down tighter, quickening her steps to a jog as she yanked open the entrance door and hurried toward the climbing rooms, her heart beating all the way into her throat.

She was on autopilot, her brain tripping over itself, her chest growing tight and painful, dark spots flashing before her eyes. She briefly considered stopping and looking for Niko. He would know what to do. He would hold her hands and tell her to squeeze him until the heavy weight of dread stopped crushing her.

But no … she just wanted to get to her session with Kalen.

The sign wasn’t up on the door yet, but she shoved her way inside anyway, staring around at the empty room.

No … this wasn’t right. It was time for Mikel’s session, not Kalen’s. She started pacing, moving to the rack of harnesses out of habit as she pulled out her phone. Her vision blurred over with tears, and she froze, forcing her eyes to go dry with an iron will that did nothing to ease the crushing panic threatening to pull her under. She flicked open a group message because she couldn’t remember if she had Kalen’s number or not.

But what could she say?

He was probably busy.

She would just practise until it was time for their session. She started strapping herself in, and the door opened. She glanced up, her nose flaring. She usually couldn’t smell any of the Alphas from so far away, but Cian and Moses were wearing her like a cloud of perfume. The others had joined them: Theodore, Kilian, Niko—and Oscar, who must have caught up to the others at some point.