Kings of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #1) - Caroline Peckham ,Susanne Valenti Page 0,127

The sinful look in his eyes said his mind was following the same path and that did all kinds of twisted things to my body.

“You’re something, princess,” he muttered, almost to himself.

I fell still beneath him, drinking in the look on his face that didn’t hold any hate in it. It was real nice not to be looked at like a disease for once. It was so very nice, so….

Darkness claimed me and I fell into its peaceful grip for who knew how long.

Someone was suddenly shaking me and I wet my dry lips as my eyes fluttered open. Did I just pass out?

“Tatum!” Monroe said urgently and as my eyes found his, I reached up instinctively, wanting to run my fingers over his face, realising a second too late that my hand was still gloved. He had such a lovely face though even with a fat glove butting against it.

I froze as I realised I was acting like a crazy person and my stomach broke the silence, growling pitifully loudly for him to hear.

“You need to go and see the nurse.” Monroe helped me sit up and I shook my head.

“I’m fine,” I said firmly.

“You’re not fine-” he started in a growl, but I cut over him.

“I haven’t eaten. They didn’t let me,” I revealed, my cheeks suddenly warming. I didn’t know why it was so embarrassing to say it. Maybe because it felt like a show of weakness that the Night Keepers had this much control over me.

Monroe’s face hardened into something truly furious. He was like a scorned god and I half expected him to pull a golden triton from his ass and race off into the night to defend my honour. I smirked at that mental image and he frowned sharply, suddenly getting to his feet and striding off to the other side of the room.

He returned a moment later with three protein bars and dropped down in front of me, holding them out.

“Eat,” he commanded, with no room for refusal. It was the first order I’d received all day that I was actually thrilled about.

I pulled off my gloves, tossing them aside then snatched one of the bars, tearing open the wrapper and taking a huge bite out of it. It was sweet and nutty and tasted like the best fucking thing in the world. I consumed the bar within three savage bites, giving zero fucks about manners or decorum or any other bullshit thing Saint would have punished me for flouting. When I finished it, I found Monroe watching me like I was a wild creature he wanted to lure into his man cave. And hell, I wanted to pad my way right into it and curl up by his fire.

He offered me another bar and I took it just as eagerly, eating it with just as much barbarism as the first. By the third, I managed to slow down enough to eat it like a semi-tame girl, but I still finished it in under a minute.

When I was done, Monroe reached out and wiped a crumb from the corner of my lips, making me fall entirely still as I stared at him.

He pushed it into my mouth and I tasted the salt of his flesh, sending a delicious heat rolling down my spine. He retracted his hand, seeming unsure of why he’d done that, and I really wanted to know the answer too. Monroe was untouchable. Which was all the more frustrating because he was also delectable. And by the way he was looking at me now with the power of a hurricane in his eyes, I wondered if he thought I was too.

He blinked suddenly and the spell was broken. He rose to his feet, heading across the room and grabbing his water bottle from the floor, tipping his head back and pouring it down his throat. It gave me a long moment to stare at the tightened muscles of his huge body and heat blazed between my thighs at the sight. Shit, he was like a warrior. Some sort of beautiful being plucked right out of a Greek myth.

By the time he finished drinking, I was on my feet, looking disinterestedly at my nails, refusing to let him see how much I was inwardly drooling over him.

“So…” His tone darkened and I lifted my head, nodding to acknowledge what we were about to discuss. “I know each of the Night Keepers well enough to rip them apart.”

His tone sent a shiver