51. Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty

Shadow

F ake it until you make it was always my favorite motto. It applied to pretending to be a Beta at high school, and it can apply to almost anything else. Like acting as if I know where I’m leading my Alpha for a fun time.

A classroom is our best bet, considering none of them are currently being used. Ezra explained it to me last night. The changes Lana’s making forced her to shut down the existing schedules, so the teachers are on paid hiatus, and the students are on a sort of lock down in their suites.

That means this is probably the only chance I’ll get to be knotted in a classroom.

It’s not like I have a teacher for a mate, and these rooms won’t always be available, so I might as well grab the chance while I have it. Besides, it’s a bit too bright outside to get away with anything more than a bit of fooling around in the woods. Considering there’s at least one security guard wandering around out there, a classroom is the smarter choice.

I walk Owen down the corridor, ready to stop at the first one we come across.

A girl with a stacked tray is coming toward us down the hallway, so I slow down and move in closer to the wall. She smiles as she passes, clearly on her way to the kitchen with her pile of trays and plates. The sight makes me wonder about all the different stuff the chef can make.

That kitchen must have a ton of amazing ingredients.

I seriously need to break into that room when it’s not occupied.

“You’re thinking about food now, right?” Owen asks, smirking when I look at him.

We both know I am, but I act innocent, because a snack isn’t my primary concern.

“Of course not. I was just making sure she was gone.”

“Yeah, sure. You totally want to go into that kitchen and lick some bowls.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Lick some bowls? That sounds like your job, today, now that you mention it.”

“Oh …” he murmurs, as I back him into a door.

“Better get out your key. You didn’t check this room very thoroughly when we passed it before. You definitely missed something very important.”

“Like that, is it?” he asks, as he slips his hand into his pocket.

“Get that door unlocked before I decide to make you lick my bowl right here.”

He leans forward and kisses my throat before he turns around to unlock the classroom door.

That light touch on one of my marks leaves me shaky and full of need.

Every mating mark I have is on my throat, and each one is an erogenous zone I never had before my mates gifted them to me. Having them touched is a surefire way to make my knees weak, and if I’m already close to the edge, sometimes that touch can even make me come.

Owen knows that. There’s nothing he doesn’t know about my body.

He opens the door and turns to me.

“What’s next?” he asks.

“I need to inspect your work, of course.”

“Oh, for sure,” he agrees, stepping into the room and holding the door open for me.

I follow him inside. It’s a typical old-style classroom, with a large teacher’s desk and chalkboard at the front of the room, and a bunch of student desks and chairs lined up in rows that stretch up to the back wall. The window blinds are closed, but the light color lets the sun through enough to give the room a warm glow.

Almost as sexy as nightfall with candlelight.

I hear Owen close the door and lock it behind him.

We’re alone together at last.