The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 676

Jackson growls comfortably, cuddling me close and nudging my chin aside so he has access again to my neck. “When I give you my mark for real,” he murmurs, “I’m putting it right here.” He presses a kiss, then, to that special spot low on my neck. And I shiver with delight and anticipation, again wanting it now – right now.

I bite my lip, looking at Jackson with hazy eyes, slinging my leg up over my hip. “How long does it take?” I whisper.

“For what?” he murmurs, already moving closer.

“For you to be like…ready again.” I laugh a little, not knowing how to say it.

“Oh,” he sighs, pretending to consider it as he brings his mouth close. “Just about…this long.” And then my mate kisses me and turns me over again in the sheets. As always with Jacks, I’m immediately lost to him.

A few hours later, Jacks and I are all cleaned up and much more composed. We took an actual shower, complete with washed hair this time, and changed the sheets, made the bed, and put on our clothes. Indeed, if it weren’t for the fact that we can’t stop touching each other, and that Jackson won’t let me step further than an arm’s length away from him, I honestly think we’re doing a pretty good job of pretending that nothing happened.

But when Daphne’s steps into the room first, and her eyes immediately catch on mine and flare, I know that she knows.

“Oh no,” I say, dropping the pen I’m holding as I sit in Jackson’s lap and work on some chemistry homework. “Is it that obvious?”

Daphne bursts into a grin. “Only to me, I think!” she says, squealing and dashing across the room to me, her hands out. I climb out of Jackson’s lap and take her hands, looking anxiously around.

“But we made the bed – and we showered and everything –“

“No, it’s just you!” Daphne says, happy, wrapping me up in her arms. “You looked so happy, all curled up in his lap, I can tell that you’re closer – I just knew –“

“I’m going to…go pretend that I heard the dumbwaiter bell,” Jackson murmurs awkwardly, standing and wandering over towards the little door.

“No mark, though?” Daphne asks, leaning forward and pulling at my collar.

“No,” I scowl, tilting my head so she can see my bare neck. “We decided – well he decided – that the timing wasn’t right.”