Spring (Evermore Academy #2) - Audrey Grey Page 0,41

Aunt Vi!

But, oh Lordy, there’s only a thin, wet tee between Valerian’s flesh and my bare thighs, and that shirt is pissing me off. I tug at it, growling like a deranged lunatic, single-mindedly set on murdering the overly expensive piece of fabric.

The rational part of me understands what’s happening. We’re both reacting to the magical bond between us, just as helpless to escape its grip as I was against the river’s immense power.

But the other part of me doesn’t want to understand. She doesn’t want to think about anything at all except the ache building inside her, begging for release.

When I succeed in twisting his damp shirt high enough that our flesh meets—his skin cool and hard and startling against my feverish thighs—he whips his head back to stare at me.

Our eyes lock, and a new wave of emotions slams into me, eclipsing my physical desires.

I gasp as a current of power blasts through my middle. It’s his—or mine. Or maybe both of ours merging into one stream.

The air around us shimmers hot and cold. Either I’m hallucinating or there’s butterflies and snowflakes swirling around us, a collision of hot and cold, summer and winter.

Whoa, this is some kinky, crazy stuff.

Muscles feather in his jaw as he murmurs through clenched teeth, “Summer, if you’re not ready, tell me now. In a few seconds, neither one of us will be able to stop.”

Won’t be able to stop. Why would I want to stop?

I blink. This is my choice, right? I know I want this, but . . .

Pale light draws my focus to the golden chain fixed to his wrist—

I throw my hand up, startled by the cold bite of metal circling my neck.

He notices my confusion and says, “I had to claim you before someone else could.”

Claim you. You’re mine. I’ll slaughter anyone else who tries to take you from me.

That’s not love, a nagging voice whispers, that’s possession.

Reality comes crashing in to ruin the party. The butterflies and snowflakes evanesce. My desire drains, leaving me overwhelmingly aware of my other physical needs.

I’m shivering. Half in shock from nearly dying.

“Put me down . . . please.”

To his credit, he reacts immediately, gently bracing his hands on my waist as he steps back, guiding my unsteady feet to the ground.

The moment we break apart, our flesh no longer touching, the predatory sharpness in his features softens, and his stare goes from ravenous, like I’m something to be guarded and devoured, to concerned.

“Summer, you’re freezing.” He looks around to the frost icing the walls, the waterfall . . . now frozen solid. His gaze drops to the chain pulled nearly taut between us. “Shit. I had no idea—”

Voices draw our attention to the wall of ice just in time to see it explode as Eclipsa and Asher bust through, Ruby a second behind them. They halt when they see us, Ruby slamming into the back of dragon boy’s head. I can tell by their silence they’re wondering if they’re too late.

Eclipsa steps forward carefully. “Summer, are you okay?”

I nod, even as I want to point out the chain around my fricking neck, which is abso-fricking-lutely not okay.

I know it’s not Valerian’s fault—I know that. If he hadn’t claimed me, someone else would have, but . . . I’m still pissed and ashamed to be leashed like an animal. And that he did it so stealthily while I was busy grinding over his body like it was a stripper pole and . . . oh, God.

Wait till I tell Mack—Oberon’s beard, Mack! “What happened to Mack?”

“She’s back at the Selection, safe,” Asher assures me.

“And is she . . .” The word claimed sticks in my chest like glass.

“She’s my shadow,” Asher says carefully.

And for some reason the diplomatic way he says this reminds me of Valerian, who had absolutely zero qualms declaring I was his like a toddler fighting for a toy on the playground.

You’re mine.

Eclipsa takes another step—

Valerian lodges himself in front of me, growling low. I guess we’re still on the playground.

My stupid leash jerks taut, the metal biting into the back of my neck. Cold blasts through the cave, a blizzard of giant snowflakes pummeling the walls.

Asher growls his annoyance, glaring morosely at the snowflakes, but Eclipsa holds up her hand. “It’s me. Eclipsa. Your friend, remember? You’re still under the influence of the hunt’s magic. We’re not going to hurt Summer.”

Asher circles around to me, slowly, his eyes on Valerian. Ruby has crept stealthily around the backside of