Chapter Nine
Sinetar
My cock throbs so hard it’s almost impossible to concentrate on the paper some first year is holding before me, the girl’s cheeks flushing with excitement every time I look at her.
“You want the Wysongue Court to fund a trip to Havishire. Why?”
“It’s ancient. It should be preserved,” the girls says breathily. She’s bitten her lips until they’re swollen, and all I can think about is Vynessa’s pouty lips… And how they would feel wrapped around my cock.
“Professor Sinetar?”
“I’m not disagreeing with you, Wonda—”
“Willa.”
“Right. I’m not disagreeing with you, Willa. But you need to look at this from a dragon perspective. If Havishire was made of gold, the queen would readily fund the trip. How can you convince her council that Havishire’s preservation needs your efforts and is worth the expense? Keep on it.”
I pat her shoulder and head toward the table where Vynessa has camped out, already deep in her studies for our next assignment. After checking on her, I consider turning away and avoiding the area. I’ve already walked by more than the reasonable amount of times.
But fuck all that. I want her. And from the look she gives me every time I’m near, she wants me too.
No one would have to know. I can keep her after class, teach her a lesson about making a man this horny.
She’d be more than willing. One look in her desperate silvery eyes tells me she’d be willing to learn everything I have to teach her.
She may not know it yet, but all her body wants is to fulfill its biological destiny.
To be bred, to give the world the child it’s been waiting for.
To be fucked all the way, nice and thoroughly, leaving no chance of failure.
What do the ancient rules and customs matter?
We’re all animals at our core, filled with the same primal instincts.
My body wants the same things hers does.
If I give in, if I breed her, no one can reverse it.
Our bloodlines will mix, my seed planted deep inside her.
Vynessa’s long fingers drum on the arm of her chair.
I imagine them wrapped around my stiff shaft.
She catches me walking by, and her eyes darken to gold as they catch mine.
She bites her lip. Fuck, I want to bite that lip too.
Her tongue flicks the corner of her mouth.
That tongue longs for a taste of what it’s never had, for the taste of my seed sliding over it, down her throat, filling her belly with sated satisfaction.
I could give her a taste, but I wouldn’t be able to stop there.
I would have to taste her too. I would savor every moment, the strength of her body, the heat of her fire, the treasure between her precious thighs.
I’d devour her, destroy her.
“Professor…” The voice is a low drone that drags me from my fantasies of feasting on my student’s young, untouched cunt.
I peer down the aisle to find Bradley standing there, smirking. The twisted little fuck gives me a toothy grin when he our eyes meet.
“Bradley,” I drawl, strolling toward him.
I don’t make it five steps when the man is in front of me.
“Should I call you professor?” he taunts. “Or would you rather, Master?”
“What do you want, snake?” I ask, baring my teeth and letting them go a little sharp.
He does the same, his amber eyes flicking toward where Vynessa is sitting, her head in a book. “I’ll tell you what we don’t want. We don’t want a war. But I’m getting the sense you don’t share that sentiment.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, making the asshole chuckle. “I’m just spending some time here teaching. Why don’t you crawl back to Your Highness, snake?”
“Now I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just spending some time learning.”
With that, he’s gone. Even though I know what his ilk can do, he still leaves me blinking after him.
A war.
When my gaze rakes up Vynessa’s long, strong legs, it almost seems worth it. She’s wearing a skirt today, as if to tempt me further. I imagine hiking it up, pinning her to the wall, piercing that sacred veil of hers.
Then I’d be executed.
But it would be too late. Our heirs would reign. My lineage would forever be royalty.
Then the full implication of the snake’s words settle in. He knows. After all the secrecy and lies, after sending the girl to be raised by hapless humans, after sending her to one of the most remote areas of the kingdom for her formative years…
He knows.
The queen must be informed at once.
I turn away to do so, only to stop myself.
What if this is a test? I glance around the library, settling the torrential gale that’s whipping up inside me into a slow breeze.
Bradley might have said all that to see if I’ll go running to the queen.
My attempt to protect Vynessa might further confirm her identity to our enemies, not to mention it would leave her unguarded, and lead them straight to Her Highness.
I need to be calm, and I need to be careful.
Even though my dragon is telling me to scoop up Vynessa and hurry her away to safety, I continue walking around the class, wasting everyone’s time until I can dismiss them.
It’s the longest class I’ve ever taught, and I’ve taught some tedious subjects.
At long, long last, I tell everyone to go home and rest, and it’s over.
Instead of leaving, Vynessa sits motionless in her chair, watching me.
And damn it, I can see her energy shimmering just under the surface, the tension waiting to be unleashed, the desire burning white-hot in her eyes.
She’s going to reveal herself to the world if I’m not careful.
I lean back against the edge of a table and watch her gaze move down my body, settling at last on my crotch.
My body responds to the hunger in her eyes, desire building within me. But I hold myself in check, watching her squirm. Watching her thighs clench and unclench, her fingers squeezing the arms of her chair.
She breaks first.
“So what’s my punishment?” she asks.
“Your punishment?”
“For skipping class,” she reminds me. “You told me to see you after…”
“Yes.”
She gives me a coquettish smile. “Are you going to spank me?”
Her bravado hits me like a flame of frostbite from an ice-dragon’s mouth.
I want to stride towards her, grab her arm, and drag her up from her chair.
I want to spin her around and pin her to the table.
Spank her ass until she wears the mark of my handprints like a glowing blacksmith’s brand while I wreck her in every delicious, devious way imaginable.
But even I’m not that selfish.
I prowl forward, circling her. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe I would,” she says, twisting around to look up at me with those fuck-me eyes.
I stop behind her, gripping her chair to keep my hands off her.
Fuck, it’s hard not to give in. Her big, luminous eyes beg me to take her.
She leans her head back, letting it fall against my groin.
I suck in a breath, my hand flashing out to circle her throat.
Her skin is burning like fever under my palm, but it’s still smooth and soft.
Slowly, I draw my hand up her long, graceful neck until I’m holding her jaw.
Her heartbeat flutters like wings under my fingertips, her blood rushing with heat. Her lower lip begs to be touched. I indulge myself this once, running my thumb across it, a groan building in my throat at the softness of her mouth. A mouth I want to claim for my own.
She gasps, and her back arches, her ass pushing back into her chair and her chest pushing out.
Her perky little tits strain at the thin fabric of her top, her nipples erect with desire.
My mouth fills with saliva. I want to thrust my hands down the neck of her shirt, squeeze those pert little buds until she moans, until she begs me to suck them and bite them and fuck them—
The door opens. Bradley takes in the scene with one sweep of his amber eyes.
“Don’t throw yourself at me,” I growl at Vynessa, stepping back. “It’s desperate, even for a backwards village girl. You’re going to have to work for your grade, like everyone else.”
I turn to face Bradley, not even glancing Vynessa’s way when she grabs up her things and scurries past us and out the door.