It’s ready.
His text comes through just as the girl on her knees in front of me envelopes the head of my cock in her warm, wet mouth. With her hands bound behind her back using her uniform tie, it makes her breasts test the limit of the buttons of her shirt. I’m sure some would find her attractive in this position: skirt pulled taught between her thighs as she worships my cock behind the Student Union. Not that we’re likely to be discovered this late.
I don’t know her name. I don’t need to. All Ineedis for her to finish, get the potion from Drystan and deliver it to my father. Preferably without having to interact with him more than absolutely necessary.
“You have three minutes before I finish it myself.” Her eyes flare with momentary fear, but she knew what she was in for when she approached me. Just like they all do. And yet still they try, men and women, knowing that no one has ever succeeded.
I don’t need the adoration that Killian enjoys.
I need the rush of dominance when desperate fear fills their eyes when they realize Iownthem, down to the very air in their lungs. Completely at my limited mercy.
The thrill of it momentarily quells the burning beneath my skin. At least until Thane’s ready for me again.
“Time’s up.” I snarl, fisting my hands in her hair and burying my cock down her throat. Her body convulses, the tight squeeze inflaming the lust that’s threatening to overwhelm my self-control. The sound of her ragged gasp is music to my ears when I pull back enough to let her breathe. Then I’m thrusting again, over and over untilfinallymy balls tighten and my cock throbs with my own orgasm. I bring one hand to grip the trembling column of her neck, squeezing hard enough to feel myself pulsing down her throat.
Just as her tear-streaked eyes begin to flutter and roll backwards, I pull out swiftly and tuck my spent cock back into my pants, as she gasps and heaves.
“That was incredible, Ro?—”
“It was mediocre, at best,” I interrupt. It never fails to disgust me, how eagerly they prostrate themselves for debasement.
“I’ll do better next time.”
“Don’t be presumptuous. It’s unbecoming.” And completely fabricated. She wouldn’t know true submission if it choked her.
“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again?—”
“I’m sure.” My mouth twists trying to hold back a sneer as she works to untie her wrists behind her back, but I’m already texting the guys to meet back at the apartment by the time she rights herself.
“Can I—” I turn and walk away, leaving her forgotten and disheveled in the dusk light. On my way back to the apartment I respond to Drystan with instructions on where and when to meet me tomorrow. If I time it correctly, I can likely avoidinteraction with either of my parents before returning to campus for the weekend.
Interspersed lamps light the dark, tree-shadowed path winding past the ever-vigilant Foundation Stone. It’s the time of evening when the predators come out to play: stalking in the shadows and smiling in the low light, luring their prey towards their doom. Unfortunately for the malevolence that lies in wait for its next unsuspecting victim, I’m the worst of them all. Only my measured footsteps disturb the disquiet of the night as I stroll through the empty campus. The world holds its breath, waiting for the danger to pass before exhaling in relief that it’s been spared for another day.
Killian finds me on his way back to the dorms from his evening workout. His bare, sweaty chest is steaming in the cold air but there’s a dark alertness in his eyes that tells me his demon is close to the surface. He adjusts his bag to the other shoulder to walk beside me.
“Fuck, man. This Hunter’s Moon is making me so damn twitchy.”
“Problems with the roster?”
He shakes his head, damp hair flinging droplets on my shoulder before he brushes it out of his eyes.
God damn mutt.
“Nothing’s cutting it.” He sighs heavily before continuing in a low voice. “My demon needs to chase. And no one’s running. ‘Cept for the new girl. Even if she’s just playing hard to get like Luther thinks, I don’t care. I just want to take a fucking bite outta that ass.” Those last few words are uttered in a growl as his demon slips through. “I can’t stop thinking about that night in her dorm. Fucking Luther gets to toss her around every week and still bitches about it. Maybe I should be Carrick’s TA instead.”
Of course.
Nyx Byrke.
The pretty bird who flits around campus, just out of reach, teasing me with whispers of her defiance.
“Maybe he’ll let you sub for him one day.”
“Fuck I wouldn’t be able to stand it, knowing what she looks like naked.”
“I’m surprised she’s outlasted you, Killer.”
“You think she’s getting any from someone else?”
