“Does he approach you during class?”
She shook her head.
“I’ll talk with our academy witch about the bond, and I’ll see what she says about it lingering. It was my understanding that when a bond is rejected by both parties, the bond shouldn’t exist anymore.”
“Thank you,” she murmured.
I clicked the pen and jotted down a reminder to talk with Tabitha Hazelbury, our academy witch.
Wren was hunched over with her fists in her lap, trembling in the chair that seemed to swallow her, and it killed me to see her like that.
Setting my jaw, I let my pheromones seep out.
She stiffened further, and let out a stuttered gasp. “That feels different.”
“I’m only letting a small amount of my pheromones out. Just enough to relax you. You’re sensitive to them, so let me know if it’s too much.”
She squirmed, pressing her thighs together as she kept her gaze on her fists. “A little too much.”
I sucked in a bit more, leaving only a sliver of pheromones in the air, and she exhaled slowly.
“Better,” she said and lifted her chin up. “I’m not used to feeling the way you—I mean, your pheromones—make me feel.”
Swallowing thickly, I reached out to adjust myself. I wasn’t trying to feed, but her arousal fed my magic reserves fully. I was attracted to her, but I couldn’t let myself fall into that trap. I couldn’t be ensnared by another woman.
“Sexual desire?” I clarified, thankful she was oblivious to the effect she had on me.
She nodded, blushing again. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m not stupid. I know what desire is and what sex is. But I’d never experienced any of that back at the village.”
“Tell me about the village,” I choked out. The thought of this woman, a full grown shifter, being untouched was more than an aphrodisiac. I had to pull myself together. “What did you do? You were an herbalist, right?”
“Yes, I was.” She beamed, the starch in her frame dissolving. “Well, I am. I still retain all the information, and my skills are something I’m confident in. Herbology and healing are two things I’m passionate about.”
“I can tell.” I wrote a few more lines in her file about her passion and smiled. “How long have you been working with herbs?”
“Alice had me working with her in the pharmacy since I was six. I’ve been at this for a while.” She relaxed into the chair and scooted back until her feet were off the ground so she could lean back.
“And you enjoy it?”
“I love it.” Her skirt started to ride up.
I wetted my bottom lip, tearing my gaze from her thighs. “So you’ve been working from a young age. I can relate to that.”
“You can?”
I tossed my pen to the side and folded my hands in front of me. “Being the incubus with the strongest pheromones came with a lot of... responsibility.”
“Like what?”
“Well, when I came into my powers at ten, I was recognized as the son of the most powerful incubus in the Demon Capital, just like my mother wanted.” I rolled my eyes.
“Your mother planned for you to be recognized as his child?” Wren tilted her head and pursed her lips.
I snorted. “She planned my life before I was even conceived.”
“But how? You’re your own person. That doesn’t make much sense.”
“It did to her, and you’re one of the few people who think that way.”
