Gabe
Did I want to keep pressing him? Yes. Was I going to? I don’t know yet. He stared at me expectantly and I tried to think of an answer. My mind was distracted by images of what he could possibly want.
“Well?” Odis asked.
“Uh, I-I,” I stuttered. I stuttered like a second-grader who was cornered on the playground during recess by their crush.
“What did you do with Leo this morning?” Odis asked. He leaned down and his breath on my neck was making my body overheat.
“We…,” I started, “trained.”
His lips slowly slid down my neck and I swear I could feel him smile. He opened his mouth and I shuttered as his teeth replaced his lips. He bit my neck—not just anywhere but where my mark had been.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. He bit me hard on one of my most sensitive areas so roughly I cried out. His hand left the back of my neck and slid down my chest.
“Is that all you did?” Odis asked.
