Chapter 42 Alaric
Alaric
I’d tried staying away from the witch. Truly I had. But every time I saw her, head down and trying her best not to attract attention from all the assholes who wanted to hurt her, I lost my shit.
The list of students who would suffer a painful demise at my hands grew by the day. But luckily for me, I had an accomplice who’d shown a great deal of talent for inflicting pain on those who’d wronged my soul-bonded mate.
Even soaked to the skin and with her hair a tangled mess, she shone brighter than all the stars in the cosmos.
On other females, the school’s uniform of a plain white shirt and gray skirt did nothing for me, but on her?
On her, it took all my willpower to stop myself from tearing her shirt off and shoving her skirt up around her tiny waist. My need to taste her and fuck her so hard she forgot all the other assholes she’d mated had left me feral.
Raven squeaked in surprise when I gave in to my desires and kissed her. She froze for a second before melting against me. She tasted of the sweetest berries dusted with sugar.
A pained groan escaped as her small hands slid up my chest. It had been too long since I’d touched a female. Forever since I’d had sex, despite what people assumed.
From the moment I clapped eyes on my witch and realized who she was to me, my cock had refused to accept any other female. These days, it barely even twitched at the sight of a scantily clad shifter female or a sultry witch pouting in my direction.
As Petronella had discovered when she got drunk at my father’s last dinner party and accosted me in the garden. Luckily for me, she’d believed my lie that I’d consumed too much elkwine; the last thing I needed was a scurrilous rumor spreading that I was impotent.
My fingers threaded through Raven’s damp hair. Her smoky scent ignited my senses while our magic entwined around us. The bond connecting us clamored at me, demanding completion. Demanding I take her hard, make her scream my name so every damn male on this campus knew she was mine.
I grabbed her ass and ground against her, loving the way she moaned and whimpered in response. How had I lasted this long without kissing her? Tasting her?
When we finally broke apart, I brushed my thumb across her pink and bruised lips. Her eyes glowed in the muted light, pupils blown, and her plump breasts heaved with every shaky exhale.
“This is a terrible idea,” she whispered. “Anyone could come down here and catch us.”
“Nobody gives a shit about human history.”
I smirked at her huff of annoyance. She didn’t like my dismissal of the humans, whose population far exceeded ours.
“Even if you don’t care about the humans, their history is important! The only way to make smart decisions about the future is to understand the past.”
I reached out and wiped a finger across a dusty shelf, not giving two shits about humans or their history. “See this dust? This is how often anyone checks out these books, little witch. So there’s zero chance of anyone finding us here.”
She tried to scoot around me, but I caged her in with my arms. My witch wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I’d slaked my thirst.
“I still haven’t forgiven you for being an asshole,” she grumbled before her gaze drifted down my chest and lingered on my abs. I wore a button-down shirt, but I’d filled out thanks to the hours I spent running and lifting weights, and my uniform was far too snug these days.
Insane levels of exercise helped me keep a lid on my magic while the soul-bond remained incomplete. Not bonding the witch was partly why I’d lost control and fried Demelza. That, and Demelza was a raging bitch who deserved to die for hurting my mate.
My shirt strained across my chest and bulged around my biceps as I leaned in, but despite how Raven struggled against my hold, we both knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
“I should blast you with magic!”
“You can’t hurt me.”
She could hurt me. Badly. But not physically.
I rubbed my nose in the hollow of her neck, huffing up her scent like an addict. Sparks exploded around us, but in this gloomy corner, unless my little witch set fire to some books, the librarian wouldn’t bother us.
“Sure about that?” she taunted, but she’d stopped trying to shove me back.
“If you want me to go, say the word.” I slid my hand up her velvety thigh, reveling in the way her breathing hitched with each creamy inch I claimed as mine.
When I brushed the edge of her panties, I paused, my fingers tracing the lace trim. Delicate, like her.
Unable to stop myself, I edged a finger beneath the lace. The heat building between us surged, scorching my skin with a fiery kiss. Lightning flared beyond the window as my magic responded to her, my mate.
The witch belonged to me, and if anyone tried to steal her away, I’d destroy them.