The playful bite sent shooting pleasure down James' spine. He gasped softly, fangs starting to show, and latched his fingers into Paxton's shirt. "Hnn, yes, please." James murmured, wanting Paxton more and more the longer they waited. They had a lot of missed time to make up for.
James looked down the row of books, hoping for a plan. Their dorms were too far away. He wanted Paxton right now, now that the rush of panic had worn off and now that he had his beautiful demon in his clutches again. No one was coming close to their secluded spot. James would hear them.
"Now. Right now." He reached for Paxton's pants, careful enough to not rip the zipper right off but urgent enough to make his intent clear. His mouth was already watering by the time he got Paxton's back against the wall and dropped to his knees.