Page 121 of Malcroix Bones Academy

My body writhed under his hands again, and I flushed when his fingers tightened.

He could tell how turned on I was. He liked it, a lot.

“Caelum, I don’t think this is a good idea?”

“Of course it’s not a good idea,”he scoffed.“It’s a dangerous, reckless, absolutely fucking stupid idea. You don’t even know the half of it, sweetheart.”His gold eyes stilled.“But I’m not going to say no. Are you?”

I bit my lip. Slowly, I shook my head.

“No,”I admitted.

His hands finished pushing my skirt up to my hips, and I half bucked against him.

I glanced down, and was immediately mortified.

I wasn’t wearing anything at all under the skirt.

I felt his strong approval.

“Open, Shadow,”he directed, his voice gruffer now.“Open your knees, or I’ll use my belt on your arse in front of the whole class until you do as you’re told.”

An involuntary, near-painful spasm rippled my spine.

I opened my legs.

Staring down at his platinum blond head, I struggled to think, to even breathe.

He straightened his spine without rising from his knees, and his eyes locked with mine. He wrapped his hand around my arse on one side, then gripped me briefly between the legs. I jumped, but his fingers slid inside me before I could decide what to say.

I moaned, watching him look at me.

He let out a low, heavy sound in return.

“Gods. That’s it. Just like that,”he coaxed.“Fuck. What did I do that I’m getting this present, Shadow? Tell me, so I can do it again.”

He angled his fingers deeper, then curled them up, and leaned into me. He found a spot I liked and magic swam out through his fingertips, turning the spot hot, turning my whole body liquid. I opened my legs more to let him in, then whimpered and bucked when he went harder.

He groaned for real that time, the sound coming from deep in his chest.

“Fuck,”he murmured, still watching my eyes.

He brought me halfway to an orgasm that way, watching me the whole time. When he removed his hand, I bit back a cry. Honestly, I nearly slapped him.

I forced myself to remain silent as he closed his eyes, longer than a blink, then lowered his mouth. He sucked on my inner thigh slowly, maddeningly slow, but long and hard enough to leave a dark mark.

I felt the possessiveness behind it. I felt the control behind it, too.

I also felt him waiting.

When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I reached for him. My fingers clenched in his hair, trying to bring his mouth higher. His thumb stroked my clit and between my lips instead, and I nearly came apart right there.

“Gods.”He breathed out on my bare skin.“You’re wet as fuck for me. Maybe you’re not a mongrel at all, but a little fucking cat. My own little purring pussy. Will you purr for real if I fuck you into that chair?”His gold eyes lifted to mine, his expression shockingly, unnervingly open.“You are such a very, very good girl. You’re definitely getting a present from me after this, pussycat. Now show me your gods-damned tits, before I rip that fucking shirt off you?”

I snapped awake.

I stared up at the ceiling, panting, covered in sweat, soaked between my thighs, unable to move for how hard my hearthammered in my chest. My whole body hurt. I clenched my thighs, clenched my hands into fists, feeling like I might die from the longing that paralyzed me.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch him in the face again.