Fated for Her Wolves - Tara West Page 0,95
“It can’t be revoked.”
She sat up straighter. “Excuse me?”
“Dame Doublewart owns your ass until graduation,” he said.
She tossed long, wavy hair behind her shoulder. “I’m sure I can get out of it.”
“I’m sure you can’t.” Draque snickered. “Doublewart’s never lost a student. She prides herself on her record.”
She slumped in her seat. “Fuck.”
Ladon gave her a sympathetic look. “What year are you?”
“Twelfth.” She should’ve finished school last year, but she’d gotten a late start.
“You only have a semester to go.” Teju’s enthusiasm sounded forced. “You’ll get through it.”
“How long have you been here?” she asked them.
“Three years,” they answered simultaneously.
“We’re twelfth years, too,” Ladon said.
Merlin’s dirty buttplug! “How have you survived that long?”
The brothers shared sly looks.
“We’ve managed,” Teju said.
And by “managed” she suspected they’d seduced every wayward witch in the school.
“We had no choice,” Ladon said. “We should’ve graduated two years ago, but no other schools would take us.”
“How old are you?” she asked.
“Just turned twenty.”
Hmmm. Triplets. She thought she’d read once dragon eggs hatched in threes. They looked older. Then again, she’d heard dragons were usually mature beyond their years. These guys didn’t act too mature, though.
“You?” Ladon asked.
Thelix purred when he flashed those sexy dimples. Hot damn, he was cute. She wondered if he’d meant to turn her on or if he was genuinely sweet and sexy.
“Almost nineteen,” she said. “I’m a year behind.” Not that she was a dummy. Grandfather hadn’t taken her from Siren’s Cove until she was sixteen.
Teju puffed up his chest, looking far too sophisticated and sexy as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his Roman nose. “We’ll help you get all caught up.”
Yesss, please, Thelix begged. More tutoring sessions.
“Thanks.” She didn’t have the heart to tell him she wasn’t staying. Contracts could always be broken with enough payoff.
“Our pleasure,” Ladon answered, his cheeks flushing so red, she feared he’d catch fire.
“What is it, Ladon?” she asked.
He looked at her with big doe eyes, and her heart melted. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
She swore she heard Thelix faint. “Uh, thanks.” She forced herself to look away.
“Sorry.” He leaned into her, getting so close she could smell him, a blend of heat, magic, and tempting pheromones all his own. “I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.”
She fought and the desire that coursed through her when she spied the bulge in his jeans.
Grab it! Thelix commanded.
“I’m quite comfortable, thanks,” she answered him while ignoring Thelix. She knew she was attractive, with her wavy, auburn hair, luminous violet eyes, and generous curves. She was built like a siren, after all. But even she knew the power of the siren’s call. Her mesmerizing voice was meant to lure sailors to their deaths, tricking them to fall so madly in love, they completely forgot their imminent danger. Kind of sucked for her at times, because she never knew if men were attracted to her or simply bewitched.
“I’m sure you get loads of compliments,” Teju said, leaning closer, too.
Rip off their clothes! Thelix wailed. Or let them rip off yours.
She should’ve been alarmed that she was being squished into a stud sandwich, but she gloried in it.
“I do,” she said, “and I’m sure you’ve met prettier girls.”
“We haven’t,” they said in unison.
They want you. Spread your legs, already.
She would’ve been flattered if not for the fact that her pheromones were so strong. She wiped a bead of sweat off her brow, knowing her glands were reacting to the scent of three virile men.
“Listen,” she said, clenching her hands into fists as she braced for their reaction. “I have to be honest with you. I’m part siren. You’re reacting to my pheromones. All men do.”
Don’t tell them that! Thelix scolded.
They froze like gnomes caught in a trapper’s net.
Draque shared wide-eyed looks with his brothers. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” She twisted the end of her belt in her fingers. “My grandmother is the siren queen.”
Draque’s jaw dropped. “No shit.”
“D-do you eat guys after you have sex with them?” Ladon stammered.
She stiffened. Even though sirens had stopped eating men after the curse had been broken two thousand years ago, their reputation as man-eaters persisted. “No, I don’t.” She gave them each a direct look. “Sirens don’t eat people anymore. Get with this millennium.”
But we swallow, Thelix giggled.
All three brothers simultaneously sighed.
“Thank the stars.” Ladon clasped his hands in a prayer pose, licking his lips like a kid in an ice cream parlor. “Not that we’re afraid of you eating us. We’re dragon shifters.”
She glared at him. “Who said I was having