Chapter Fourteen
Maverick.
I drive home with the feel of Damon’s lips still on mine. I knew he was going to kiss me, but I didn’t think he was going to kiss me like that . I’ve never thought of a man in that way before, never kissed one. Shared a woman with one, obviously but it never… went farther.
I wake up in my house, yearning for the weekend to hurry and arrive so Damon can bring Siren here.
While I’m with them, my routine is disrupted, and for once, I don’t mind it at all.
But while I’m here, it goes the same as always.
The clouds outside my windows look heavy and promising this morning but I push the thought aside and go down to my basement for my morning run.
My thoughts bounce between Raven to my lecture today as I continue pushing myself to hit the three-mile mark on my treadmill.
On an incline. My thighs are burning but it feels fucking good.
After my run, I shower then carefully peel off the saniderm from my tattoo, rubbing the Aquaphor on it then do my morning routine in the deafening uncomfortable silence of my house, my thoughts on the probable chaos ensuing over at Damon’s that happens each morning and I have this anxious feeling to get back over there.
Leave this house behind and just… be gin the new chapters of my life.
I don’t let my mind wander to… the closing chapter of hers .
I know she’s not done… doing what it is she needs to do, and it’s not about incriminating myself, but… I suppose I wish she didn’t have to do this.
And there’s another part of me that wants to see her exact her pound of flesh.
I simply live in her world now.
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The wind is bitter, and it feels as though it chills even your bones.
Simply saying that it’s cold is an overused understatement. It’s days like this I miss Texas. But I won’t go back. Even the few cases I worked out there were brief, and I usually cut them as short as I could. While I missed certain aspects of the state, I did not miss the blistering heat.
The drive to Rayne-Moore was dreadfully slow, everyone crossing the bridge at speeds of twenty to thirty miles an hour, me included, as the sun inches its way up over the horizon and my playlist bounces from cello covers of old rock songs to newer popular songs.
My usual twenty-minute commute is almost an hour which is why I left thirty minutes earlier.
I park in the already full faculty lot and tug on my winter gear, mentally preparing myself to walk into the bitter breeze.
The quad is filling with students ready for the weekend, the Koffee Kart already has a line, and I can hear the marching band practicing on the soccer fields ready for tonight’s home game.
The air feels light and almost cheery the closer we get to the end of the semester.
Next week is the Athletic Holiday Banquet, Raven said yes to being Jonas’ date, and although I was a bit jealous that I simply can’t have her on my arm as a date, Damon and I can at least go as faculty and protect her from afar.
I spot my little fallen angel sans wings and Jonas walking through, holding hands, lost in their little bubble, heading to the Koffee Kart. Which I’m sure she’s already had her morning cup Damon provided for her, but Jonas has a very tough time telling Raven no.
I sigh, my breath creating little puffs of fog.
We’ll have to work on that.
I decide instead of interrupting them, I’ll go to the lecture hall and set up for the Nurture vs. Nature debates. I’m honestly pleasantly surprised she’s on campus today given she doesn’t need to be. But I’m guessing this is just another way for her to be near us and safe.
Once I stroll into the psych department, I’m almost surprised to see Damon standing outside of my locked classroom door with a thermos in his hand, but I suppose it’s not as weird seeing as his office is on the third floor.
He waits for me patiently to open the door and then steps inside, looking around as if it’s the first time he’s truly taking in my space.
The ancient, tiered seats and wooden desks, the one large window on the side, my podium, the screen behind it, the projector screwed into the ceiling, the old hardwood flooring, and finally, the door that leads to my medium-sized office where more than once, I had Raven on my desk, legs spread and feeding me her delicious ambrosia for lunch or dinner.
The mere memory has my dick thickening in my slacks.
Damon holds out the thermos for me when we enter my office so I can set down my things.
“Oh, I already had my coffee this morning.”
He grins. “It’s willow bark, ginger, peppermint with a few drops of honey for your headaches…”
I take it from him with a thank you and take a sip. There’s a bit of a familiar musk to it, but it’s overpowered by the sweetness of the honey.
“It also contains a few drops of Little Bird’s nectar. That’s for the beast in you.”
I almost choke. I look between him and the thermos with a question on my face. “How?” I croak out in short spurts.
He shrugs, a wicked grin on his lips.
He thinks I’m a beast? The man is demented .
“I had Jonas sit her up on the counter and play with her until she was so creamy it just dripped and dripped and dripped into your thermos. I figured you would miss her, and what’s better than drinking her essence early in the morning?”
“Are there remnants of you in my tea as well, Doctor Archer?”
He steps close to me, his scent invading my senses. “Would it bother you if there was, Harrington?”
“Seeing as you’re a fan of your own flavor, I suppose not really.
” I say, recalling the day I watched him slurp out his own seed from her puffy cunt from behind while she swallowed Jonas’ dick to the hilt before we all took her together, making my dick ache.
Christ . I am a beast. Fortunately, without his answer, he’s right. This is exactly my favorite flavor.
He laughs and steps back. “No, I promise you, we were exhausted last night. She’s been sleepwalking since you left.”
I finally see the bags under his eyes and shake my head. “Her medication not working?”
“The pharmacies have been closed. I won’t be able to pick up her prescription until tonight before the game.”
“Which reminds me, I assume since we’re ‘out’ now we’ll be going to the Banquet together?”
He chuckles. “You’ll be correct in your assumptions. Her dress is lavender. Do with that what you will.”
I incline my head once because of course her dress is lavender and he turns to leave and I follow him out of my office, seeing students beginning to fill the tiered seats as he stalks out, arrogant and slightly entitled.
When I spot Raven signing in, she sees my Raven-infused tea and blushes so hard she goes from pink to crimson.
Adorable.
Once all of my students have entered, signed in and every seat taken I close the door to my classroom and let the debates begin.
Or so I thought.
“Professor Harrington, why isn’t Raven participating? Doesn’t really seem fair to the rest of us. ”
The question comes thirty minutes into the debates from a brunette sitting behind her…
Morgan Smithe, I believe her name is. Her father is in fishes or oil or fish oil – I don’t exactly care.
Everyone shushes and some sneer down at her from their seats, others begin whispering in agreement.
She doesn’t bow her head, instead leaning into Jonas who kisses her temple and whispers something into her ear I can’t hear from where I’m standing.
“Miss Monroe and Dean Whitmore and I had an agreement.” It’s a lie and I don’t owe them anything but fuck it. I’ve become a great liar lately. What’s one more? “If you have an issue with it, please, let him know.”
Morgan’s vile trap opens and closes like a fish, so I guess I was right on some point about what her father’s industry is in and finally shuts it for good. I take a delicious sip of my Raven-infused tea which sends her into another squirming blush and Jonas smirks my way.
It takes everything in me not to send a wink her way. Jonas leans in to whisper something in her ear, maintaining eye contact with me, her eyes fluttering before looking up at me through her sooty lashes, and the beast in me is ready to fucking rut.
God, I’m like a teenager all over again.
It’s not enough to take her once. I always need her at least twice to feel satisfied. A third to feel properly emptied. And it’s been two days since I’ve had her. I call up the next two students to hurry it along so I can pull her into my office.
After the hour is over, she and Jonas are slowest to leave. I call Jonas into my office, and he tugs her along by the hand. He sits in the chair behind my desk, aloof with a slight arrogant grin as soon as I shut my door, dick already throbbing to be sheathed inside my siren.
I have her against the wall, a small oof escapes her plush lips before I’m on them, molding them to my own. “Has she been a good girl?” I ask but my question is directed at Jonas.
“She’s been… okay. A little moody this morning. ”
I reach behind her and grasp the hair on the bottom of her skull and pull it for her to look up at me.
Caramel eyes full of lust and a little afraid.
Fuck. I shouldn’t love that. My other hand stretches between us, and I hike up her skirt, grateful she wore thigh highs instead of her fishnets, although, I’m a bit more particular and lean toward those a bit more since our night at Inferno.
I run my fingers through the soaking gusset of her panties and sneer.
“You’re soaking , Miss Monroe,” she shudders, and my insides burn with need. “Do you need an attitude adjustment this morning?”
She nods as much as she can, with her hair still in my grip.
“That’s the right answer, Siren. Spread your legs.”