So close to the impossible John Kinsley Jr bar, but as long as he keeps the bet secret, Isak will never measure up.
Was bringing Hana all the way to Barcelona necessary? Probably not. However, it does ensure complete privacy. Well, it is privacy because no one we know is here. There won’t be any chance of some unwanted interruption from friends, family, students, or faculty. Also, I wanted to take her to dinner; I didn’t want a lunch date. A lunch date is something you do with friends or people you aren’t interested in. While I’m still uncertain about the depth or label of my interest, I can say for certain it’s not friendship. In my long life, I haven’t wanted to do even half the things I want to do to Hana with a platonic friend. Thus, it felt like a waste of a date with Hana to take her to some local restaurant for lunch. Traveling to Barcelona wasn’t strictly to impress her; I was craving some paella, too. Dinner conversation was expected. We could discuss anything but my friends and our interest in her. I don’t want to lie, but I cannot tell her about the bet. If I breathe a word of the bet,
I didn’t want the date to end, even if I knew it should. We were at the natural conclusion of the date. Plus, if it ended now, I wouldn’t potentially end up in a situation where things could heat up with Isak like they unintentionally did with Aidan Friday night. I don’t know if I can trust myself alone with Isak. If I could lose control and let things get to where they did with Aidan, I wouldn’t want to think of how far I might let things go with Isak. I’m not saying I’m more attracted to Isak than Aidan. They are very different men. It’s like comparing apples and oranges. I like both fruits and for various reasons. Being alone with Isak is dangerous because his mannerisms and this whole date make my emotions out of whack. I can’t let my feelings run things, and I know if he gets me alone, they’ll be harder to shove down. It was already a struggle during dinner, especially at dessert, when I wanted to lick the bit of the cream from the corner of his lips. Yet despite all the logic
Goddess help me. The desire in his green eyes and the intensity of his words were enough to make me want to clench my thighs. I was so conflicted. I couldn’t let him win this bet, but I didn’t want him to stop. I licked my lips and tried to think of what to say. “I don’t want you to stop, but I’m not having sex with you.” I compromised with myself. “That’s fine by me, darling. I wouldn’t want our first time together on an uncomfortable boulder. I’ll be satisfied tonight if I can have a second dessert.” He smiled as his attention returned to my body. I wish I’d worn something sexier and more accessible. I wanted to die of embarrassment as Isak tugged my simple white cotton bra down. I know I’m not very endowed, but he didn’t seem to care in the least as he toyed with my sensitive nipples. Daisuke hadn’t given much attention to them when we had sex, and well, the boys back in Bloodmoon didn’t go past making out with me. I know from self-pleasure that I like my nipples being played
“Hannah Ya-sh-id-a?” The woman at the register desk butchered my first name and tried hard to pronounce my mom’s surname. I pinched the bridge of my nose and stepped forward. I wasn’t in Bloodmoon anymore. There was no level of built respect because I’m the pack princess. I also opted to use mom’s surname instead of dad’s. Anonymity. That was the whole point. I chose a university across the country from Bloodmoon to get space from life among the supernatural. I’m a human, and I need to accept it is not my fate to belong in that world beyond the adoption paperwork. I needed to find out who I am as a human. Somewhere, I wouldn’t need to compete and train against beings with powers I’ll never have. That, however, didn’t mean picking just any university. I’m still an accomplished student who graduated top of my class with a 4.0 GPA and had many extracurriculars to pad my applications. Thus, I ended up in New Haven, Connecticut, at Yale, where the closest werewolf pack is either The N
“Are you ready for the fresh blood, Weeber?” Professor Meyer teased as he slumped into a chair in the English department’s lounge. “I certainly don’t envy you teaching first-year courses.” I arched my brow, lowering my tablet to look at him. I knew he meant the saying in the aspect of the crop of freshmen that started classes today. He has no clue what I am, so he doesn’t realize how literal his words are to me. As far as Meyer is concerned, I’m the young professor. It’s almost amusing that the man thinks he’s my senior. Based on looks, I still look the same twenty-five I was when I was turned, while Meyer looks about what you’d expect of a sixty-five-year-old human male. In the six years I’ve worked here, this time around, Meyer decided he should take me under his wing. Aidan loves to tease me about it, while Isak finds it adorable. I’m indifferent to his attempts to act as my senior. “That is where we differ, Meyer.” I shrugged, starting to gather my things. “You prefer the juni
I knew moving so far away would make me homesick. That’s only natural, though. While thousands of students surround me and have Pam as a roommate, it’s not the same. As unique a character as Pam is with her love of rugby, or more so an intense appreciation for the rugby player physique, her love of the occult wasn’t the same. Nothing could replace living in the pack house with Daddy, Aurelia, Rosie, and CJ, with various pack members dropping in during the day. I missed the familiarity of home but also how unpredictable it was. Even with Silvercloud having moved out to start his mated life with Persephone, our house was the hub of activity and outrageous events. And when I wanted peace from the pack, I could always drive over to the ranch to ride on Ashes and enjoy a quiet meal with Grandma and Grandpa Christian. That homesickness is the primary reason I opted to wear my boots like a security blanket today. I didn’t care that I’d been getting weird looks all day. I know cowboy boot
SLAM!The loud sound of the heavy antique red oak double doors being slammed echoed through our shared historic Queen Anne Victorian home. Someone was in a foul mood. It wasn’t me because I was in the study looking through my class rosters to rank potential feeding prospects for the semester. It couldn’t be Isak. I distinctly remember seeing him earlier when I came home. That meant the only person who could be storming in was Albert.I glanced at the grandfather clock and frowned when I saw the time. Nine o’clock? He shouldn’t be home this early. His class should’ve only ended an hour and a half ago. Driving here from campus takes about twenty minutes, so Albert drove straight home. We have plenty of blood bags, but Albert has always preferred straight from the tap. I sighed as I rose and poked my head into the foyer. I wasn’t alone in my curiosity about Albert’s sudden and violent return. I noticed Isak leaning over the railing of the stairs. The street lights from outside coming th
I didn’t have time to call Dani about Professor Weeber. I had a few days before my next class with Weeber, so that it could wait. I did, however, take some preventative measures against vampires in general. Since I wasn’t sure how many vampires were here, I bought one of those faucet Brita filters and put vervain in the filter so all our water would have vervain. That way, Pam was also protected. I may not know Pam well, but she’s my roommate, and I feel responsible for her safety as the person aware of the supernatural dangers lurking out there. Weeber may be alone, but I won’t take any chances. Better safe than sorry, as Uncle John says. Plus, Pam is social, which could unknowingly place her in dangerous situations, perhaps not with Weeber but with other vampires lurking about. While I doubt any of the rugby players she’s looking to get close to are supernatural, especially vampires, she does like going out at night and to off-campus clubs and bars. “Hurry up, chica!” Pamela yell