Chapter Twenty-Eight
Raven.
“Ah, yes, Miss Monroe, thank you for coming to see me. I would like for you to be my TA,” he says, somewhat loudly in case any students have lingered outside in the classroom before shutting and then locking the door behind him.
I came straight here after my Art History lecture.
I peel off my panties and sit on his desk, the wood cool against my bare cheeks.
Maverick’s peridot gaze darkens to emerald, eyes hooded as he takes his seat behind his desk.
“Spread your legs wider, Siren, or I’ll spread them for you. ”
I barely slide them open just a little wider to see my handsome professor’s lip curl upwards in distaste but I know he loves this. He gets off on making me do things that please him. Forcing me. And so do I.
“You always have to be a bad girl for me, don’t you? You can never just be my good, obedient student, can you?”
I lazily shake my head, unable to keep the smile forming on my face.
Sighing, he stands and shoves my thighs apart, bending my knees and placing my heels on the edge of his desk. “Lean back on your hands.”
I do and he takes a seat on his office chair, leaning back, relaxed and in his element.
His hands come together and his fingers steeple as he stares at my exposed sex.
He raises an eyebrow and I can almost see the dirty thoughts forming behind that heated gaze – nothing but worship behind those dark frames of his.
“Well, will you be my TA? It doesn’t pay much but I could use the help.”
Oh, he’s serious.
I’m about to close my thighs and sit up but he makes a tsk sound and his lips twist to the side of his mouth. “Siren, I didn’t say for you to move, did I?”
I stop and shake my head.
He checks his watch and looks back at me shaking his head slowly. “Do I need to bind you so you’ll behave?”
My eyes widen. The thought of being restrained by him makes me flush with both desire and an immense panic. I shake my head once and remain where I am.
“I need an answer by tomorrow.”
I won’t be seeing him tomorrow. I’ll be at Inferno for my audition.
It’s October now and with the Annual Masquerade Ball coming up, a lot of members of the Syndicate will be in town – new and old.
It’s one of the only events that allows prior alumni to come and mingle with seniors and network on school grounds.
Even Axel will be coming with Sofia and John.
Plus, Damon wants us to check out our new home, and fill it with things that either I or Jonas want or need. But parts of me want to fill it with what Maverick will need, too. There’s just this need to make sure he’s taken care of.
I nod at him, telling him, yes, I’ll be his TA.
“Perfect. Now that business has been concluded,” he takes off his glasses, leans forward, and runs his nose along my slit, inhaling my scent with a groan.
“It is so vexing, Miss Monroe, to see you in my class, uncrossing your legs, flashing me your panties, tormenting me and being unable to do anything about it.”
I bite my lower lip as he presses a kiss to my pussy before flattening his tongue and licking up to the most sensitive part of me. My thighs want to clench close but he holds me open for his intimate gaze, strong tongue digging in deeper, lapping me up like a starved dog.
“Behave, Siren. Sit still and I’ll give your little cunt exactly what she needs but only if you’re my good little mute. ”
Except I can’t sit still. His tongue probes my entrance before flattening up and then he sucks my entire clit into his mouth, flicking as his thick finger enters me palm up and I buck in anticipation for my orgasm. I want it. I need it. I want to cry out for him to fuck me.
I love the sight of his face between my thighs, the obscene sounds he makes from the pleasure derived from tasting me, pleasing me, tormenting me.
My lower stomach contracts, wanting so much to give him my orgasm.
For him to own it. To take it from me like he did in the forest, to let me lose myself in his grasp and I’m so close to giving it to him.
I make the mistake if bucking against his face.
He sits up and frowns at me. “I have one last class, Miss Monroe and so do you. I’ll see you at home.”
My scowl makes him laugh.
“Angel, you’ll be stuck with me for the rest of this semester. But you live with me now. I don’t have to worry about not being able to control my urges or us being caught. You’re mine now.”
He grabs my panties and helps me put them on, his fingers lingering, burning my skin. I have my backpack back on and just as Maverick unlocks it, there’s a knock on the door.
Maverick opens it with a smile on his face. “Mr. Anderson.” He greets as Jonas smiles back.
“Hey, baby.” He kisses my temple and grabs my backpack from me. “Professor, think you could take Raven home for me?” His forest eyes look me up and down. “Coach called for extra practice before our game against West Shore tomorrow.”
“I thought you already played West?”
Jonas shakes his head. “It was the one canceled due to… Chase. Now that we’re down a Quarterback and a running back, we have to reform our strategy, go over some things.”
My heart plummets. I know what he has to do. He won’t be back tonight.
I know Maverick can sense something is wrong, too. “Is something wrong?” He asks as students begin filtering through the room.
Jonas shakes his head. “I’ll just be getting back late tonight. I’ll probably just crash in my old dorm room. ”
I take his hand in mine and tug him into Maverick’s office, leaving the door only slight ajar so people won’t see me signing.
I don’t want you to go. We need to stick together. I don’t want you to not sleep with me. It’s supposed to storm tonight. I don’t want you alone.
“Slower, baby.”
I repeat myself, aware that Maverick is watching.
“I have to go. You know I don’t want to go but I have to.”
I don’t want you alone in the dorms. Just because Riordan is gone, does not mean it’s okay. It’s still not safe.
“I don’t know when I’m coming back.”
What?
“All I know is that I’ll be back in time for my game, okay?”
Not okay. I push past him, yanking my backpack off him only to push past Maverick as well.
Yeah, if I wasn’t already going to audition to dance at Inferno, I absolutely am now.
I need to find out what’s going on. I need to learn their secrets.
I want Jonas as far away from the Syndicate as possible, preferably yesterday .
“What’s that about?” I hear him murmur to Jonas.
Jonas sighs, “Nothing.”
Except it’s everything. I walk past the thinning crowds of students and fly up the three flights of stairs to Damon’s office.
He opens the door before I have a chance to knock and fucking Addison Cleary is walking out.
“Thank you, Doctor Archer, I feel so much better.” She says when she sees me with a fucking giggle and then, “Of course you’d come here.
You need all the help you can get, huh… freak? ”
I roll my eyes and step through the threshold, shutting the door on her ass and flinging my backpack onto the sofa only turn to face his steely eyes.
God he’s fucking beautiful. He’s sitting behind his desk, which I know is something he does when he either hates the patient he’s seeing or doesn’t care for them whatsoever.
At Lorne Wood, he would always sit right in front of me or beside me. That’s why for years I silently begged him to touch me and tried to horribly seduce him. It’s also why I’m not worried about Addison fucking Cleary or her obnoxious giggles.
“Amourette, are you alright? ”
No. The Syndicate has Jonas doing something for them tonight and all he knows is he’ll be back before his game tomorrow.
“Come, sit on my lap.”
I do. God why is it so fucking easy for me to obey these men? Oh, because I’m dicknotized.
“Firstly,” he kisses me with no rush, calming me. “Hello. Secondly, what’s going on with Jonas?”
It’s the first time I’ve ever used this card so when I ask, Doctor-Patient confidentiality?
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Of course.”
I tell him everything that transpired the day we moved our shit in at Mavericks and what Jonas confided in me about being a fucking lackey for Prescott. It’s shitty. It doesn’t make me feel good. I hate telling him. But I want Jonas safe.
Can we tag him like you tagged me?
Damon laughs. “You aren’t a dog, little bird. I didn’t tag you.”
I deadpan, holding my glare.
“Fine, okay. I tagged you. But for your own protection.”
I want to do it for Jonas then, too. I want to know if he’s safe. If he needs me, I want to be able to get to him. I already know you have an extra whatever you put in me. A microchip.
He laughs again. "It's an implant. Barely the size of a grain of rice. And you’re right. I have… a few extras in case you tried to dig them out.”
Color me unsurprised. I grab my phone from my blazer and FaceTime Jonas.
“Baby? Where are you?”
I turn the camera so it shows me with Damon. Come here.
“I was just heading up there. I’m down the hall.”
After explaining to Jonas what I wanted, it was easy for him to agree. Damon inserts the implant with a large sterile needle and downloads an app on my phone that I could use to watch him.
“The things I do for love.” He groans but then kisses me.
“The app shows you real time location and it’s better than just sharing your location via phone. You can see what street and where exactly he’s standing. ”
This is fucking incredible and demented. I stand and head over to Jonas as Damon gets a band aid. He tugs me closer and cups the backs of my thighs. “Will this help you sleep better?”
I lean in to kiss him as a yes, which is only a half-lie.
“You know how crazy this is?”
I nod.
“You crazy for me, baby?”
I wrap my arms over his shoulders and nod again. Jonas Anderson is my weakness. I brush back his hair and kiss his bottom lip, only to tip my forehead against his. “Always.”
“Show me, baby.”
I do.
I sink to my knees for this man I’m so crazy for.
For this man that just let my other boyfriend insert a tracking device into the back of his neck.
For this man that sees my inner monsters and loves me harder despite them.
I’ll do anything to keep them safe, which is why before I show them both how crazy I am, and how grateful I am, I then request for Damon to do the same, to let me tag him.
I need to know where they both are at all times. I have to know they’re okay.
Damon, as unhinged as he is, shows me how to insert the implant and as soon as it’s inserted, I can now see two little dots, just like him.
Now to convince Maverick to do the same…
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I wake at the startling lightning, the beginning of the tropical storm that made landfall in Virginia finally making its way up to Massachusetts.
It’s the last stretch of hurricane season but soon comes the snow and the sleet and the freezing rain.
I reach for my phone, seeing that it’s only a little after two in the morning and check the app, seeing that Jonas is at the RMU campus, but he’s… at the library?
I jump when I hear my door open. I put my phone back on the nightstand as both Damon and Maverick climb into bed with me like zombies and underneath the blankets. Their scents fill my nostrils and it’s like I’m laying on a forest floor with hints of leather and smoke. They’re both so warm .
“You’re freezing, Siren.” Maverick murmurs sleepily, guiding me by my arm and turning my back to his front.
Damon’s hand find my waist and hikes my thigh over his hip, I feel his dick hardening against my stomach and just the feel of him alone is enough to make me crave him.
He trails his hand from my knee up my thigh, over my hip to the slope of my waist and back down over and over again.
The touch so intricate, so small and so fucking intimate, as though he’s learning the shape of my body all over again does things to me.
Maverick reaches over, sliding his hand from my waist and under my shirt to the undersides of my breasts, teasing.
The warmth of his large hand on me feels like he’s trying to rub his scent on me.
My breasts feel heavy, nipples hard and aching to the pinched and suckled the way only they know how to.
But their hands only wander, only teasing never fully touching where I need them to be touch me until I squirm between them.
Maverick chuckles darkly in my ear, making me shiver. I can feel him growing hard against my ass. “What is it, Siren? Hmm?” He hums into my ear as his thumb finally grazes over my nipple only to slide his hand between my breasts and down to my navel.
Fuck.
“Stop squirming little bird, go back to sleep.”
Impossible. Did they plan this? I raise my arm, draping it over Damon when his fingers dance along my hip and Maverick’s fingers play along the hem of my thong. My back arches into him, encouraging to please, please continue.
“Shh, Siren, be a good girl, go to sleep.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, the warmth of his breath sending goosebumps down my shoulders and spine. “We’re here, you’re safe. We aren’t going anywhere until it’s time, okay?”
I nod, listening as their breaths deepen and even out, and they’re both asleep. I close my eyes, thinking about the routine I came up with for my audition later today at Inferno. It’s seductive and slow, which I’m hoping is enough.
I signed up for the spot with the name Chloe Ultor , the Latin word for avenger, ordered a gold, Emperor Moth blind mask to wear with large black moth wings, a black skintight, stretchy leotard with gold vines that outline my curves, bejeweled small-holed fishnets and thigh-high black boots to hide my tattoos which I’ll put foundation over, and a hair spray dye I ordered that can cover my silver stripe.
If I’m given the job, I’ll dance on Saturday and Sunday evenings.
So I’ll still be able to TA for Maverick.
The most important part of this is still being able to watch Jonas’ games on Friday nights.
To be there for him as much as he’s there for me.
As though I’ve manifested him, I feel the dip of the mattress.
I open my eyes, only to be shrouded in darkness, no Jonas.
A sinking feeling settles into the pit of my stomach as I descend, burrowing further under the blanket between my men, closing my eyes tightly, sending a prayer, for the first time ever in my life, to any deity listening, to please, please, please, keep him safe.