Wicked Chains: A Dark Reverse Harem Academy Romance (Serpentine Academy Book 2) by Rowan Shane

Author:Rowan Shane [Shane, Rowan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-10-02T00:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Two

Soren

I keep close, ready to catch her if she stumbles, not too close, though. In my entire existence, I've never wanted to devour someone quite like I want to devour Rose Smith.

"Almost there," I say, watching the delicate sway of her hips as she stumbles forward. Her dress clings to curves that have occupied far too many of my thoughts lately. Boundaries be damned.

"I told you, I'm fine," she insists, though the way her hand trails along the wall for support tells a different story. "Not even that drunk."

I arch an eyebrow. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, little witch."

"You could help me sleep at night," she says, looking over her shoulder with a smile that's all champagne courage.

I swallow hard. She has no idea what she's playing with.

When we reach her door, she fumbles with the key, dropping it twice before I take it from her fingers. The brief contact sends a jolt of need through me; the witch is brimming with untapped sexual energy, so potent. The kind an incubus like me could feast on for days.

"Here," I say, unlocking her door and pushing it open. "Drink some water and sleep it off."

I'm about to step back when she grabs my wrist.

"Stay," she says, and it's not a request. She tugs me forward, backing into her room. "I don't want to be alone."

"Rose."

"Everyone else has someone today," she continues, her voice catching. "Families. Parents. I've got no one, and I'm tired of it."

This isn't just the alcohol talking. It's something deeper that I recognize all too well. Loneliness is an old friend of mine.

"You should rest," I say, but I don't pull away.

She kicks the door shut behind us and releases my wrist only to place both hands on my chest, pushing me back against the closed door.

"I don't want sleep," she says, her eyes lifting to mine. They're glassy with alcohol but clear with intent. "I want you."

My body responds instantly, of course it does. I'm an incubus. Desire is my element, my nature, my curse. I can smell hers, rich and heady, mixing with the champagne on her breath.

"You're drunk," I remind her, my voice tight.

"So?" Her hands slide up my chest, tangling in my hair. "I still know what I want."

She presses against me, her body soft where mine is hard, and rises on her tiptoes to bring her mouth to mine. I turn my head at the last second, and her lips miss, landing on my jaw.

"No," I say, though it’s fucking painful. "Not like this."

"Why not?" she demands, frustrated. "Don't tell me the demon professor suddenly developed a conscience."

I place my hands on her shoulders, holding her at arm's length. "Right now, what you need is water and a nap, not me."

She pouts, actually pouts, and it would be funny if it weren't so tempting. "You're no fun."

"I'm incredibly fun," I tell her. "When my partners are sober enough to remember it the next day."

Her hands drop to my belt, fingers teasing at the buckle.

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