He runs his hand along my arm and slides it down, grabbing my waist while his other hand lowers to my pants.
“Nope. No. It’s too much. You know I can’t do this,”I hiss at him.“It’s a miracle I even managed to cloak myself.”
He merely laughs and with one yank, he pulls my pants down exposing me to the cool air. I yelp, scrambling to focus my mind and hold on to the cloak.
“Galen, I can’t,”I whisper. I want to remind him that I struggle with the simpler shadow tasks like conjuring food and changing my outfits. Holding onto a cloak that I’ve only just managed to create? Yeah, that’s asking a bit much.
He presses up behind me, and I feel his hardness through his pants.Oh sweet baby book gods.Sweat beads on my brow as I struggle to keep my grasp on the magic.
“You can,”Galen drawls into my ear before clamping onto my earlobe with his teeth. Moving his hand, he slides his fingers between my legs and through my wetness, stroking up and down my center.“Wielding shadow magic isn’t simply about focus. It’s also about willpower. And right now, the question is if you want your classmates witnessing me filling you with my fingers or not?”
I know he’s bluffing, because the last thing my guys want is the queen finding out just how obsessed with me they are, and her piecing together that I’m their mate. But that doesn’t stop my heart from racing as I take note of the students around us. I suck in a sharp breath, my throat suddenly dry.
My thighs tremble.“You’re an asshole, you know that, right?”I whisper back to him.
“Mmm so you’ve told me, treasure,”he purrs.
I gasp as he lazily pushes his finger inside me before pulling it out slowly. Lifting his hand, his gaze heats as he stares at his slick finger, and he licks it clean. His eyes darken as he tastes me, and my core clenches at the predatory glint in his eyes. He grips my hip tighter, positioning himself like he’s imagining freeing his cock and driving it into me.
“Yes,”I moan, desperate for more.
Reaching back, I move a fraction so I can rub the front of his pants. When he groans, I smile in satisfaction.
In response, he thrusts two fingers into me, and I whimper at the pleasure. He pumps them in and out of me, and I scrunch my face, trying to hold onto my magic as he fucks me with his fingers.
“More,”I rasp, as my release builds. I should be asking him to stop, because I’m pretty sure I can’t hold the cloak much longer, but all I want is him.
“Galen,”I whisper.
He nips at my ear again.“You know I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you, mate,”he croaks, his voice tortured.
“Then do it,”I pant.
For a moment, I think he’s going to. That he’s finally going to give in and fuck me like I want him to. But then an icy shadow moves against my clit as he pushes his fingers deeper and faster, and the sensation becomes too much.
My release rushes up, hard and fast, and I cry out as I tip over the edge. My magic splutters.“I can’t hold on to the cloak,”I squeak as the waves of pleasure continue to crash into me.“Galen.”
Just as I’m sure I’ll become visible to the entire class, Galen’s shadows envelope me, and he uses his magic to cloak me instead. I shudder as he holds me, and when I can finally breathe evenly again, he presses a kiss to my temple.
“I’ve got you,”he murmurs.“Well done, my mate.”His eyes are still hooded with desire, but his movements are gentle as he redresses me and presses soft kisses to the side of my face.“How—”he mutters to himself as he holds me.“How can you be so perfect?”
My heart stutters, but before I can respond he moves, his shadows gently depositing me onto the chair behind us.“The book will be waiting for you tonight,”he tells me, and with a last sensual smile, he disappears.
The moment he’s gone, the cloak around me is removed, and there are whispers as my classmates spot me again.
Kenzie drops into the chair beside me. “Whoa, girl you did it!”
I smile and clear my throat. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
Chapter Seven
~ Shade ~
After class, Kenzie and I make our way to the dining hall for lunch, and I lick my lips as I conjure up a large slice of Lemon Meringue Pie. The piece is huge, and the top is like a fluffy white cloud that’s been charred a little. I’m pretty sure if Thane were here, he’d be lecturing me about eating protein and a balanced diet or something, but luckily for me and for my grumbling stomach, the table where the professors sometimes sit remains empty.
Elgen and Tarlaz watch from the rafters, wide eyed as they keep their gazes glued to my pie.
“Stop teasing, girl, and taste it already,”Elgen rasps in my mind impatiently, even though this one is for Tarlaz.
