Page 10 of Blood Day

Every time I swallowed, I remembered his hand against my skin, the heat of his palm singed into my memory. Vampires might have been walking undead, but that didn’t make them cold.

Something Master Cedric had more than proved with his fingers and thumb.

I brushed my jaw, his residual energy a kiss to my senses. It was only in my head, but that didn’t make it any less real to my thoughts.

“Try not to dream. Fantasies don’t exist in your world anymore.”

Then why did I want to fantasize about him? To dream about the way his irises had burned as he’d studied my mouth? To recall the intensity coming off his skin as he’d touched me?

My thighs clenched, my insides rolling with molten fire.

He’d done something to me. Wrapped me up in some sort of spell. Enchanted me in a manner that made me feel insane.

Or maybe I’d just lost my mind.

I growled at him, I marveled, rolling over to my other side.What was I thinking?

He’d just made me so frustrated.

And I’d reacted.

I’d thought surely my life was over in that moment, that he would snap my neck for daring to disrespect him in such a manner. His dark gaze had heated severely, making me almost crave his lethal bite.

And then he’d offered me a choice.

A way out.

Well, not really.

Just an alternative to my fate. A way topleasehim. An opportunity I wouldn’t refuse.

Close your eyes, I told myself.Rest. You’re going to need it.

Because he wouldn’t go easy on me.

He never did.

I’d dreamt of him.

Perhaps it had been my subconscious’s way of defying Master Cedric. Or maybe his final words had triggered the dream.

I’d been naked and on my knees, awaiting his final judgment.

Which had come in the form of a bite that spiraled me into an orgasmic state.

A state I still felt between my thighs now as I watched him demonstrate a new series of techniques. He was giving us our homework assignment, just as he did at the end of every class, telling us to return to our rooms and practice so that we could demonstrate them for him tomorrow.

Normally, I would rush right back to my small private space to do just that.

But I had an opportunity to accept.

“Remember, I expect precision and accuracy tomorrow,” Master Cedric said, his gaze landing on mebefore addressing the rest of the class. “You’re all dismissed.”

No one stood around to ask questions.

No one spoke a single word.

Instead, they grabbed their bags, shuffled from the gymnasium-style classroom, and went on their way.