He nodded. “You’d be amazed by how many women enjoy sleep sex and act out their darkest fantasies.”
I clenched my core around his cock and pulled the hair at the back of his head. He groaned so deeply, I nearly came. I lightly dragged the point of my fang over his upper chest, eliciting gasps of ecstasy that fueled my own rising pleasure.
Feeling Kayden about to climax, I drove my fangs into his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close as his shaft thrust into me faster and harder, throwing me over the edge. He yelled so loudly that I was afraid someone would find us.
He looked into my eyes and kissed the tip of my nose. “I don’t know how, but you taught an incubus that there is more to life than sex. I have never loved anyone, Ceyla, so I will make mistakes but I will strive to make you happy.”
I leaned my forehead against his and gazed into his eyes. “In return, I promise to make you happy.”
Nuzzling my cheek, he sighed. “Are you ready to fight for what you want?”
I tilted my head and nodded. “Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to do, but I keep failing.”
He winked at me and held up something shiny in his hand. “That’s because you didn’t have me.”
Staring at him, my mouth fell open. Dangling from his finger was a key labeled, “Weapon Room.”
I snatched the keys and laughed. “Why didn’t you show me these sooner?”
“You distracted me with your half naked body.” He shrugged unapologetically and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
I shook my head and laughed. “Next time, start with the important news.”
Chapter Seven
Strolling into Ethics class as if I belonged there and hadn’t just been bound to a torture table, I dropped down into my seat.
Professor Behlan stopped midsentence to watch me take my seat. He blinked a few times and looked expectantly at the doors, waiting to see if Adriel’s goons would chase me into the room.
The rest of the class turned in their chairs to stare at me. Word had definitely spread about my trip to the torture room.
I smiled and waved to everyone. “Miss me?” I blew a kiss to Declan who was smiling broadly at me.
Behlan cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention, but no one was interested in what he had to say.
I took the opportunity to stand up and take a bow. “While rumors of my torture via wood shards is almost true, I did manage to escape, so I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. I will tell you that the Mielcarek’s have been plotting to break my spirit so that they could indoctrinate me into their coven; well me, and the remaining heirs to the other covens. They had hoped to stamp out any future rebellions and show us off as proud members who finally saw reason and joined them. Sadly for them, I’m not about to bow to anyone. I am accepting applications for those who want to join the Sabourin Coven. The line forms here.” I pointed to the spot next to my desk and smiled broadly. “Oh, I forgot. I will be accepting the Bitten into my coven and you will not be discriminated against or abused.”
Stunned silence met my bold decree.
Behlan stepped forward, but three of the Bitten in the class looked to each other and stood up in unison.
“Are you serious about accepting us?” Adjoren pointed to Yan and Paavo.
“All are welcome. It’s time for things to change within the coven. I want to be a leader for all instead of the elite snobs.” I watched Behlan grab his stun baton from under his desk and head up the aisle. I stood up on my desk and pulled up my skirt to reveal the armor piercing stakes strapped to my thighs—wooden stakes with metal cores and arrow heads capable of tearing through armor, ribs and hearts. “Who here wants to join me?”
More than half the class stood up, blocking Behlan from getting close to me. All throughout the room, there were shouts of, “we’re with you.” “Long live the Sabourin Coven.” “I pledge myself to you, Ceyla.”
Smiling proudly, I pulled the stakes from the tape holding them to my legs and tossed them to the people I knew were capable of using them. “Secure the room! Anyone not interested in joining me, prepare to fight!”
My new allies quickly assessed who was now part of Sabourin Coven and who needed to die. I let out a battle cry, which started our war.
Turning to Declan, I tossed him a stake. “I have a feeling you’re more inclined to join me with a weapon in your hand.”
He caught the stake and balanced it on his finger. His stern face lit up as he slid off his chair to stand in front of me. “You’re gorgeous when you’re starting a war.”
Blushing, I stared into his chocolate eyes and ran my hand over his firm arm muscle. “Tell me why you’re here, Declan.”
He wet his lips and let out a sigh. “I was one of the top assassins for the Mielcarek Coven until I failed to kill my target. I threaten any who tried to acquire my target and hunted those who ignored my warning. Once everyone declined to take the job for fear that I would make their death a spectacle for all to see, the coven leaders
