“Yes, yes,” Somnus agreed. The panda demon tried to gesture to him, but ended up waving his bottle about ten feet to Ronin’s right. “Hit us with it.”
“Well, it occurs to me, sir, that the most obvious magic to use against a witch is a lust compulsion.”
“L-lust compulsion, you say?”
“Oh yes.” Something in Ronin’s smile dimmed mine. “A lust compulsion does nothing more than turn one’s natural, normal desires up to maximum. Her magic won’t enter the equation.The witch would be consumed with pursuing the object of her desires, and while she’s busy trying to mount the poor bastard, we’d get back that element of surprise.”
“Hmm, hmm, hmm.” Somnus could’ve been nodding, or he could be nodding off. It was hard to tell as his chin fell on his chest.
“Good!” he bellowed, suddenly shooting up and once again scaring the mess out of me.
Will you stop doing that?!
“Very good, and exactly correct,” Somnus cried. “Target the woman, not the witch. Good. Very... good.”
Somnus lost the fight. Head lolling again, he tipped over—and crashed to the floor. A loud, ear-ripping snore rumbled his chest as he cuddled his bottle and went back to sleep.
“Thank you, sir,” Ronin drawled, “but this is a classroom and talk is cheap. I’m sure everyone would feel a lot better about facing down this witch, if they see the compulsion in action.”
And with that sentence alone, I knew exactly who suggested to Professor Somnus that he should make this a magic class.
I tried to stand. “Wait—!”
Ronin clamped down on my shoulder. “The compulsion isdesiderium. The cost is the inability to have an erection or orgasm for twenty-four hours, but the result—” He held up his fingers.
“Don’t!”
“—is so worth it.”
A cloud of pink smoke formed in the air, and forced itself into my nose, mouth, and eyes. I wasn’t even done screaming before I got hot.
Really, reallyhot.
It wasn’t a conscious thought. One minute there was distance between us, and the next I shot forward and crushed my lips against Ronin’s.
“Hmmph!” Ronin tore away, knocking over his chair and almost ending up on the floor right next to it. “What are you doing?! Not me!”
Quickly, before I could pounce on him again, he turned on Tristan and shouted, “Desiderium!”
Ronin looking at Tristan made me look at Tristan, and just like that... he was all I could see.
The werewolf shouted something at Ronin and tried to outrun the cloud, but it tracked him like a homing beacon.
He launched over the desk in desperation and crashed to the floor. I was up and running before he picked himself up, locked eyes with me, and growled.
I launched off the bottom step and flew at him—grabbing his shoulders and almost dropping him back on the floor.
Well, maybe not almost. Tristan was sturdier than a tree trunk. Grabbing my hips, he caught and spun me—slamming me down on the desk.
We tore at each other’s clothes, practically ripping them to shreds. The part of my mind that governed rational thought and actions was working just fine. It was telling me that having sex with the guy I was freezing out in the middle of a full classroom wasnot a good idea!
It was reminding me that Ronin’s revenge to a little finger up the butthole was not equal, and letting him get away with this with a smirk on his face was the last thing I should do!
It was also reminding me that Sabrina mentioned a little something about werewolves mating just fine with regular human women— No, not just fine! They mate even better with us—freely popping out a litter of fleshy puppies!
If you’re really going to do this, get a condom!she screamed.
I could hear her loud and clear. Moreso, I could stop. I could say no. I could walk away right then. As burningly fierce as thedesire coursing through my veins was, I knew it wasn’t stronger than my will.
