“Me too,” Terror added.
Wow.
Slasher bent his head to my ear. “Guess that was just blunt and not judgmental either.”
I shook my head, ashamed of myself. I wanted to apologize, but I was too proud to let this cocky sex god win. “Good for you, boys. Stay in school.”
“I sure would if you were my teacher.” Inferno revved his engine. “Maybe I should re-enroll.”
He was cheesy, but there was something cute about him. “The Psychology Department will be delighted to have you as a student.”
“Psychology?” Slasher tensed all of a sudden.
I nodded with a suspicious scowl. “That’s what I teach. Two professors got hitched and decided to move. The Head of Department is retiring. He asked me to sit with him. If I get the teaching job, his position will be mine. I mean I’ll be competing against anothercolleague, but I’ll get it.”
A shadow dulled his eyes, and he exchanged a glance with his boys.
I started to worry. “What’s wrong?”
No one answered for a moment or two. Then Mad Dog’s lips stretched with a pale smile. “Nothing is wrong. Do you have a name, Professor?”
“Legend.”
Silence hit again, and all of them were tense now.
“Any relation to Malcolm Legend?” Slasher asked carefully.
My brows shot up in surprise. “He’s my brother. Do you know him?”
The four of them swore under their breaths.
My heart rocketed. “What’s going on here? Is he back from tour? Is he okay?”
“He’s in one piece. You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Slasher straddled his motorcycle. “Hop on now. You don’t want to be late.”
CHAPTER 2
SLASHER
Damien fucking Pattison.
She thought he was nothing but her old teacher, but he was the devil himself. I knew him and his work well. I rectified it every fucking day.
She said he was retiring? Retiring my ass.
Shipping her to Forest Grove on a shot she couldn’t miss. Killing her car at that particular spot, at the very hour we patrolled that road.
It was all his work.
He knew I would have to help her. Give her a ride where her tits were pressed to my back and her hands tight on my abs. Where her long, blond hair flew around my face, and her smell lingered on my cut after I dropped her off straight to him.
And he knew she was Dasher’s sister, which made her off-limits to any of the Blood Demons, including me, Prez.
And it was driving me nuts. Already.
The smell of her hot blood…and that of her pussy. That ass in that uptight teacher outfit, and those legs in heels… That shit would haunt me for weeks. Nah. Now that I could only beat my meat to it, it was going to haunt me for months. Fuck.
I’d have killed to silence the snobby shit that came out of her perfect lips with my dick. Pull her hair while I punished the fuck out of that ass. I would spread her open and teach her what happened to naughty, arrogant girls like her. She would be beggingMister Slasherto stop. Nah, she’d be begging for more.
