Devon's Discipline by Adaline Raine Page B

guess.” Devon emptied the box and grabbed another. Her mouth felt like a desert and she quickly drank all of it. She grabbed a third, but his hand reached out and stopped her.
    “You’ll get nauseous with another.” Matthews grabbed the iced tea on the third shelf. “Here, this is better than all the other options in there.”
    “Okay.” Devon grabbed a glass and filled it to the top. She took several large gulps, then set the glass down on the counter. Unfortunately his words rang true and her stomach gurgled. What the hell? I still feel like I could drink a lake.
    “Do you care to tell me what your issue is?” He returned the iced tea to the fridge, then crossed his arms over his chest.
    “Nope.”
    “You don’t care to explain, or you don’t know?” Matthews moved one arm around her waist.
    “I’m busy with projects and homework and all.” Devon bit the inside of her cheek hard. All she wanted right now involved no clothing, more sex, and no teeth. She blinked several times and tried to shake the thoughts away.
    “If you need another reminder, I swear you’ll have trouble sitting through your classes…” he moved his hands down over her bottom and rested them on the base of her spine “…for the remainder of the semester.”
    “I get it,” Devon groaned as his hand dropped. “There is a lot on my plate right now.”
    “I can clear it for you,” Matthews offered.
    “No, no. I’ll be good by tomorrow, and honestly, I’m sorry I scared you. I’ll let you know what I’m doing from now on.” Devon reached up and kissed his cheek.
    “I expect you to keep your promise.” Matthews laid a kiss in the middle of her forehead. “Work on your assignments now and I’ll check on you later.”
    “Thank you.” Devon led him to the door and opened it. “See you.”
    He touched her cheek then headed out. She locked the door behind him, then slowly padded back to the kitchen.
    What the hell had just happened? She had begged him to drink from her, like some chick in a lame, fanged version of a romance movie, and she felt more confused than ever. Devon picked up her glass and chugged the rest of her iced tea. What did I just start?
     
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    Devon felt completely alone, even though her roommates had returned to the house. She could not tell them the insane thoughts flying through her head—or the fact that she literally could not get the feeling of his hands on her body and his teeth on her neck out of her mind.
    After her last class was over, Devon grumbled the entire way back to the house. She had taken the long way back, through the woods instead of out in the open. Not always the safest path but at least she could take her time and not run into anyone.
    Matthews had the uncanny ability to know what she was up to and he could read her mind when he wanted to. It made it hard to choose to go out against his expressed warning. Could he read her mind only because he had given her his blood?
    Devon stumbled as her scarf caught on a nearby tree, and she fell down. It figured that she could barely get home without an injury of some sort. She winced at the long scratches on the palms of her hands. Was she out of touch with reality, or was she just the biggest klutz ever?
    “Did you know Professor Matthews is a vampire?” Lucy appeared out of nowhere, grabbed her hand, and helped her back onto her feet.
    “I have the topic of vampire discrimination for his class. You’re confused.” Devon brushed the dirt off her legs. “Were you looking for me?”
    “I can smell your blood. I know he bit you!” Lucy tore the scarf off her neck and threw it to the ground. “Look at your neck! It’s battered! He could have killed you.”
    “Your mate hurt me. Matthews did not.” Devon reached down to pick up the scarf, then carefully wound it around her neck. It had been the only thing she had that was big enough to cover the entire wound. “The marks on my neck have nothing to do with what happened this