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The admin and students don’t know this part. They don’t know that he fucks me and fills me with his cum. They don’t know that I grind my wet little clit against his pubic bone and take every inch of his cock like I should.

In this respect, at least, I am a good girl.

CHAPTER 16

Darcy

Later that evening, I’m doing my homework on the mantelpiece of one of Kirin’s many fireplaces. It’s at the right height for standing comfortably, and standing is the only comfortable thing I can do.

Rafe strides into the room, stopping with a smile on his face as he sees me. “Hello, you,” he says.

“Hi,” I say, forcing a smile back.

“What are you doing?”

“Academy work.”

He nods, tilting his head at me in the way dogs and I guess wolves do when they find something slightly confusing.

“Why are you standing?”

“Because I can’t sit.”

“What do you mean, you can’t sit?”

My lower lip quivers.

His expression softens. He’s so handsome, and so kind. He looks at me with concern. “What’s wrong, Darcy? Why can’t you… oh.”

His brain just started working again apparently. He’s put two and two together and come up with a very painful four—though I took a lot more than that today.

“Can I see?”

I nod.

Rafe curses softly and proceeds to check my ass, lowering my pants carefully. It’s impossible not to let out a little animal whimper as the motion of fabric reignites so much of the tenderness. I hear him suck in a breath as he sees the aftermath. He returns everything to its proper place, then stands up and looks at me.

“Who did this to you?”

“Einar.”

Rafe’s eyes go black. There’s usually a ring of blue around the pupil, but there’s not anymore. He’s pissed. I feel a welling of something like happiness, realizing he’s on my side. Kirin’s not going to be pleased when he sees what happened to me either, I bet.

“He was proving a point at school. Wanted to show them he could handle me. Wanted to teach me a lesson for yesterday.”

Rafe nods. “I will be back,” he says.

I watch him leave the room, a little smile on my face. Let’s see how Einar likes being in trouble with the one man he seems to actually listen to.

Einar

Bam!

My door flies open, a furious male figure filling the frame, silhouetted by the light in the hall for a moment until I turn the main light in the room on. I had been reading by candlelight until I was rudely interrupted.

I have been expecting this, though I expected Kirin to come through my door, not Rafe. Our young lady certainly has the innate ability to provoke the knight in shining armor reaction when she wants to.

“I need to speak with you,” he says. “I just saw the state of our mate’s flesh, and I can tell you now, that’s not acceptable.”