Chapter Three
Maverick.
Jack happily accepted my request to have him as a secondary TA, to which I’m grateful for.
While Nate does his best to keep other students away from me, especially those of the female variety, he is not always the most punctual person.
Which means on the mornings he’s late, I have to start my day being cross to a gaggle of students waiting at my door to speak to me before I even get the chance to unlock it.
I race home to Brooklyn Heights, beating the traffic.
Raven should be home within the next few minutes, usually opting to ride with Sabrina and Parker since Sabrina is finished with her classes by the time Raven is done at the studio.
Unfortunately, I had to bring my work home with me today until Jack is fully set up with the proper log-ins.
Kronos greets me, along with Lucifer. I set my bag down and offer them both pets, except Luci purrs before flicking his tail and turning away.
With a roll of my eyes at the fat little demon cat, I squat down and thank Kronos for watching over Raven, rubbing from his head to his flank, then heading upstairs for a quick shower, my mind on my Siren.
How could she ever think I would grow tired or bored of her? My entire future center around her. Us.
Not having her in whatever capacity she affords me, is nothing more than a moonless void.
Once I’m clean, out, and dried off, I throw on a Columbia T-shirt and sweatpants, then head downstairs to my office to finish grading papers.
I focus, zeroing in on the essays until I hear the door to my office creak open.
I push my glasses up my nose and smile at Raven, wearing a chic, black skater skirt and thigh highs with a red, long-sleeved lace shirt that’s tucked into her skirt.
Desire pulses through me at the sight of that little fucking skirt. My fingers twitch with the need to bunch it up around her hips while I hear those tiny, breathy sighs get caught in her chest while she gasps my name as I fuck up into her.
“Hello, Siren.”
Her smile is an alarming weak half-of-a-smile. Her eyes dart to the corner of the room. “Hey. I d-don’t mean to dis… disturb you. Just w-wanted t-to let you know I’m h-home.” She turns to go, hand already on the doorknob to shut it behind her.
“Stop.”
She obeys, but her shoulders tense up.
I hike a brow. Disturb me? I push away from my desk.
“Come, Siren. I need to tell you something.” While I have learned to be gentler towards her, I am still not a kind man.
When she begins to stride towards me, I tsk in her direction which makes her pause in her tracks.
“You know better than that. Crawl to me, Siren.” I love her visible shiver at my words and I grow hard for my good girl.
How could I ever grow tired of how she responds so prettily to just the sound of my voice?
Raven drops to her knees, and when I lose sight of her, I know she’s already rounding my desk. When she reaches me, she sits back on her heels, hands on her thighs, and her head bowed.
Utter perfection.
I stretch my hand out and let my fingers run through the strand of spider silk in her hair, then hook my finger under her chin so I can gaze into her rounded, whiskey eyes. “You are everything my heart desires, and so much more, Siren.”
She gasps, brows coming together, and she blinks rapidly as tears well into her eyes.
My words have her scrambling to get into my lap, which I allow.
Both, because I want her, and because I never want her to ever feel like she cannot love me the way she feels she needs to love me.
Wet, salty kisses are shared until she calms down enough, her face in my neck, inhaling me as much as I’m inhaling her signature scent of jasmine and berries mixed in with the pomegranate of her shampoo.
My Persephone.
I rub circles on her back and my dark angel gently climbs down and resumes her position - kneeling before me like my perfect girl, waiting for further instruction. Although, her chest still heaves as though she’s holding herself back more than I anticipated she needed from me.
“Look at me.”
Her hands turn into fists at her knees, quickly wiping away the other tears that fall. She hesitates but then obeys, caramel stare melting me.
“You could never disturb me, Raven. Do you understand? Disturb me more, please. Disrupt my life. You are more important to me than everything else, always. Do you understand me?”
She nods, blinking up at me, eyes still glittering like pools of liquid amber.
I reach behind me and click on the twinkling lights set up under my desk just for her.
My beautiful soon-to-be bride smiles up at me, but the look in her eyes is one of relief and my soul aches for making her feel anything other than treasured.
Before she can even begin to descend beneath the desk, I have her stand for me.
I reach beneath her skirt and tug off the little spandex shorts and thong she’s wearing beneath it.
My very good girl, not letting anyone possibly be able to take a peek at what belongs to me.
While I throw the shorts haphazardly elsewhere, I pocket the thong. Yes, this will never get old to me. Next, I cup her chin, bringing her gaze back to mine. “Do you know how much I love you?”
Her lashes flutter, as if it’s all she’s needed from me. “I love you, too.” Her words are so firm, so cemented in her heart and mind that there’s never a stutter when she says them. I not only want to pocket her panties, I want to pocket her. Her heart.
“On your knees, Siren. I've missed you more than I can bear. That's it.” I sit back in my seat and relax, my thighs spreading to accommodate us. Her, on the pillow designed for her knees, and me, thighs open so she can comfortably rest on them. “Take me out, Raven. Slowly.”
I hiss at the feeling of her cool hands enveloping my length, now thickening even further.
I love this game. It's a special challenge for me, to try to grade as many papers as I can before I either come on her wiggling tongue and down her throat when she keeps swallowing (and yes - I know all about that) or get so worked up I mercilessly fuck her throat.
My little cocktease has perfected the art of making me come into her naughty mouth unwillingly.
But this time… oh, this time I only have a few more papers to grade and my self-restraint is linked to discipling her without reservations.
My little venomous moth needs her strong wings clipped again.
Damon likes to see her fly; Jonas prefers to ruffle her feathers and I?
I enjoy seeing her a whimpering mess caused by my destruction of her tattered soul that's sunken its talons into mine.
Her pleasure is mine as much as mine is hers and so I need to remind her… that I love her.
Every dark, inky sliver she still has are mine to hang up like a masterpiece to scrutinize and adore just as much as they are mine to tame.
“Put me in your mouth, Siren. Fuck, yes,” I groan when she swirls her warm, wet, velvety tongue over the crown of my cock and unhurriedly teases me into her throat with soft, little happy hums that destroy me.
When her hands perch themselves on my thighs, I go back to my work, petting her head when she swallows her saliva I can feel dripping down to my scrotum.
She rests her head on my thigh and every so often, I praise my very good girl.
My perfect girl. Twenty minutes turns into forty and soon, I'm entering the last grade.
I lean back, loving the way she patiently waits for her next order. Never. Never in a million years would I imagine my hellcat so tame. I love her. Made for me. Or maybe it's the other way around and I was made for her.
I let my fingers move down to stroke her spider-silk strands between them and she does her best to smile with a mouth full of my cock. It's fucking endearing. It makes me want to eat her alive. “Up, Raven. On my desk. I need to admire you.”
I help her up, and out of her lacey shirt, leaving her in her lace bra that is the equivalent of nothing.
I see everything, and somehow, now that she's on my desk, thighs spread, skirt bunched.
The pearled peaks of her breasts peek through the lace, and her fat, delicious pussy is on display, glistening between her puffy lips- it's more erotic than if she were naked.
Taste.
Feast.
Rut.
I stand to my full height and tower over her. My cock falls on her pussy, hot, heavy and aching to find solace inside of her juicy little cunt, so pink and fucking pretty.
Rut.
The beast inside begs to tease and so I oblige. Running the length of me over her sopping entrance, her clit, over and over again until her thighs tremble with anticipation. “You did so well warming my cock, Siren. You did so fucking good on your knees for me. Such a beautiful sight. Every time.”
“Maverick, please…” she moans.
But I want her to be delirious. I reach between us and guide the mere tip of the thickest part of me inside her slick heat and then trace loose, lazy circles over her clit with my thumb, barely pistoning my hips, not allowing myself to go further.
No, I need to tease her. I need her fucking dripping for me. Soaking me.
I want her to feel this ache she inspires within me, both in her presence and away from her. I want her to go crazy. On the brink of insanity only to pull her away and bring her crashing back down to Earth so she'll stay with me. Wings clipped and useless.
Deranged, I know.
But I never said I was a good man.
In fact - I grab her hair by the nape of her neck and yank her head back to expose her throat where I nip and lick and tease, pistoning my hips in that same, languid pace.
Rut.
I do not. I ignore the beast inside. Not giving in to his insatiable demands… yet.