73: Menace on the Road

Quincy St. Martin

I’m eager to go back to normal today. Well, somewhat normal-ish. I want to get out of the house and forget our troubles, just for today.

The weather is still a bit chilly. After a shower, I put on my new red, plaid mini skirt, a cream-colored, off-the-shoulder, cable-knit sweater, black over-the-knee socks, and a pair of black boots.

I walk out of our bedroom when I’m done. My steps slow down when I see Caspian leaning against the wall next to the entertainment center of our suite, waiting for me.

He’s looking hot in jeans that hug his legs, hips, and trim stomach. The simple light blue Henley is tight across his muscled chest.

Even his gray jacket is molded to his wide shoulders and arms. Seriously hot.

His eyes travel down my body. He looks like he’s ready to devour me by the time they reach my eyes again.

He pushes off the wall and growls, “Are you seriously going out in that? What are you trying to do to me, woman?”

“What?”

“That,” he points toward my body. “I’ll be murdering pricks left and right around campus if you go out wearing that outfit.”

Overly possessive Neanderthal lycans. The outfit isn't even that revealing. I roll my eyes and decide to ignore him as I step away.

“Oh, no you don’t,” I yelp when his arm wraps around my middle before I reach the door. He has me pinned to the wall before I can blink.

“You can’t tell me what to do, you Neanderthal you! I might belong to you, but I’m also still my own person. This is still my body. I can wear whatever I want. I’m not going—”

He effectively cuts my words with his lips on mine, and I forget everything. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I wind my arms around his neck.

Mmmm, he tastes so good. That wicked sexy mouth of his. He moans deep in his throat, and his kiss gets hungrier and more demanding.

I swear his moan is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

I wrap my leg around his waist and grab a fistful of his hair and tug him closer. I can’t get enough of him. That’s when he pulls back, taking his delicious mouth away from me, and I groan in protest.

“You were saying?” he says. His voice is husky, and he’s breathing hard, but he refuses to let me pull his mouth back down.

“I hate you,” I growl, and he chuckles.

“Oh, ~moya printsessa,~” he whispers with a big smile on his face. “Tell me again how this body belongs only to me.”

He drops a quick kiss on my lips without waiting for my reply. It’s obvious from the way that I respond to his kiss that my body does indeed belong to him.

I wish I could wipe that cocky, arrogant smirk off his handsome face.

“What I was meaning to do is to give you this,” he says as he slips his hand into his jacket pocket and produces a small dark blue box.

“If you’re going to be prancing around dressed like that, then at least you should be walking around wearing this too.”

He opens the box and nestled inside are two simple matching platinum bands.

“I know we don’t have time to have a human wedding yet. But I want you to wear my wedding ring because I want the world to know that you’re mine in every way. In my mind, you’re my queen, my mate, my wife, my erasthai, my life, my world, my ultimate distraction. And I want to wear a ring to show the world that I’m yours. I’ll be anything you want me to be, your mate, your husband, your lover, your protector—”

“My king, my life, my world, my ultimate distraction. You’re my everything. I love you,” I tell him.

“And I love you,” he says before he slips one of the rings onto my finger and brings up my hand to brush his lips against my knuckles.

***

“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t really need to attend and graduate from this college?” I ask for confirmation.

“I don’t need to attend this college or any other colleges or universities,” he replies while concentrating on the traffic.

His sure, elegant hand moves to the gear shift to change gears. He seems to be fond of driving a manual. He’s driving his beloved 1971 Hemi Cuda convertible, which he named Tracey. We’re on our way to campus. Darius is driving Penny, Serena, and Genesis in another car.

“Constantine, Lazarus, and I have been traveling the world for a couple of centuries now. We’ve graduated and even obtained doctorates from several universities. We studied mainly in Europe before we decided to come to North America for the last few decades,” he explains.

We come to a red light and he stops. My stomach clenches as usual when he turns his vivid green eyes on me.

“I’m here just for you.”

Oh, swoon! Just like that, my heartbeat skyrockets and I do what my heart wants me to do. I lean over the console and kiss those sexy inviting lips.

He curses when the horn blares behind us. The light has turned green. Wow, that was quick.

My mind is still hazy, but he calmly sits back and continues driving.

“See what you did there, princess?” His voice is sexy and husky. “I know I’m irresistible, but you’re a menace on the road.”

“Oh, me? I’m the menace on the road? It’s my fault now? You’re the one who’s driving,” I sass back, ignoring his cocky remark. “Besides, it’s not my fault that I’m irresistible.”

He laughs. “So sassy. I am tempted to devour that saucy mouth of yours until you admit defeat, princess.”

“Yeah, you do. As I said, I’m irresistible. Mic drop.”

He drops his head back against the headrest and laughs.

As soon as he parks the car, he grabs me by the waist across the console and smashes his lips on mine. We’re interrupted by an incessant rapping on the window. Penny’s face is peering down on us with Serena and Genesis smirking behind her.

“Cut it out, lovebirds. You’re getting close to becoming X-rated.”

“She’s just jealous her mate isn’t here to do that,” he mock-whispers to me with a smirk on his face.

“He just left, you brat!” says Penny, giving him the finger.

I giggle and press a kiss on his cheek before I slide out of the car.

“Newly mated,” says Genesis, shaking her head like a wise owl, followed by a soft laugh from Serena.

Nobody gets as much attention as Caspian, Penny, Genesis, and Serena around here. When the four of them pass by, people watch.

That’s why my feet aren’t working properly when I walk through campus and into the lecture hall with them. People are watching.

Serena and Penny head to a different building, while Genesis, Caspian, and I have the same class. I try to inch farther from them as we get closer to our building, but Caspian holds my hand captive in his.

When we enter the class, he wraps his arm around my shoulders and casually saunters to their usual spot in the center of the auditorium where his normal girl fans are already crowding in.