Page 151 of Spark of Sorcery

“Do what?” she says, lips swollen from my kisses, face flushed, hair coming loose from its braid. She looks like every fucking teacher’s worst nightmare.

“Come,” I growl and slide two fingers inside her this time, stretching her open a little more, testing her. Could she take me? Could this tight pussy fit my cock inside? I reach high inside her searching for that spot. I know when I find it because she squeals, hips rising from the bed. “Fuck, yes,” I say, stroking at it until she’s writhing and bucking on my fingers, her arousal trickling down my hand to my wrist.

“Fox,” she pants.

“Professor,” I remind her, because fuck, if we’re doing this, we may as well do it properly.

She scowls at me but she still does as I say. “Professor.”

“Yes, Miss Storm.”

I brush my thumb against her clit as I massage that spot inside her and she loses her ability to speak. Her eyes roll back in their sockets and her eyelids flutter shut.

She’s fucking beautiful and I lean into her, squeezing at her breast through her shirt and pressing my lips against that pounding pulse of hers, feeling her blood flowing right below the surface.

I kiss that spot, then lick my tongue up and down that vessel full of her sweet blood, all the time playing with her sensitive little nub and the spot inside her cunt.

“So pretty,” I murmur and she likes that, her pulse racing even faster. I kiss her a little harder, scraping my fangs against the tender skin and she comes for me a second time. I feel her orgasm in her cunt – in the way it squeezes and milks my fingers. I feel it in her clit – the thing quivering against my touch. But most of all I feel it in her pulse – feel it fluttering against my lips and my tongue.

I screw up my eyes and drag myself away from her.

Because it would be so easy – so easy when she’s drowsy and content with her orgasm – to sink my fangs into her neck and drink from her.

So easy.

But I won’t do it. I am not a monster.

As I pull away, she opens her eyes and blinks up at me.

“Does it hurt?” she asks.

“Does what hurt, little one? Are you telling me you haven’t–”

“No,” she says, her brows knotting together. “What is it with you men and your obsession with virgin–”

“What did you mean?”

My fingers are still buried in her cunt and reluctantly I slide them out of her. She frowns a little harder.

I’m covered in her arousal and I want nothing more than to plunge my fingers into my mouth and suck them clean. But I’m hanging on by the barest of threads here and that could be the thing that snaps it.

Instead, I wipe my fingers on the bed sheets and wave my hand through the air, using my magic to clean myself up.

She props herself up on her elbows. Her shirt’s pulled up around her waist. Her panties are yanked to one side. One of her legs dangles over my lap, the other rests behind me. She’s exposed and I can’t drag my eyes away from her pretty pussy.

I lick my lips. What I’d give to taste it. What I’d give to sink more than my fingers into her.

But I can’t trust myself. There’s only so much control a half-man half-monster can command.

“When you feed?” she says, her gaze fixed on my fangs. “Does it hurt the person you feed from?” She reaches up and touches the side of her neck. My attention there has left a mark.

I swallow. Hard.

“For the briefest of moments, yes. But there’s something in my kind’s saliva that is numbing and soothing.”

For a moment I think she might offer up her throat to me. But to my relief the moment passes.

“I have to go,” I say. “I’ve already stayed too long.”