Dakota’s body spasms against mine, her thighs clenching tight, and the soft moans rumbling from the back of her throat cause me to move faster. My tongue arcs against her rosebud, my fingers delving deeper within her wet folds to spur her into action. Her hips rock against my face and hand, and then her body trembles as she bursts with an orgasm.
“Professor?”
I don’t process the words at first, but then they register. My head snaps back, my hands gripping Dakota to steady her. I slowly turn my face toward the opened doorway of the confession booth.
To my profound horror and unexpected shock, I hadn’t heard the sound of footsteps and to those belonging to the principal, and several members of the staff. I swallow hard, my fingers digging against the back calves of Dakota’s legs.
“I…That is to say…” I can’t seem to formulate a reply. The words have all but left me, Dakota’s blood clouds my mind, making it hard to focus on how I ought to be explaining what is happening before my boss. But instead, all I can do is remain kneeling in the confession booth, holding onto Dakota and hoping I don’t get burned at the stake for this.
“Maxmillian,” my gaze snaps to the principal. “I believe it best if you left the premises, you too Miss Mitchell.”
I move to stand and shrug off my jacket before draping it across Dakota’s exposed shoulders. She takes it gratefully and steps out of the booth first, keeping her head down as she hurries out of the chapel. I stare after her, a sigh escaping unexpectedly. She’ll be ruined if anyone were to find out.
And the principal makes that known as well.
My gaze slides to his. “There won’t be an issue, for she is my Blood Bonded.”
His brow furrows. “Your…what?”
“Blood Bonded. She is my soul-mate, if you want to call it that. My destiny.”
The second I step out of the chapel, Valdine is waiting for me. She has a sour look on her face and she’s holding onto Dakota as if the girl is an anchor to the witch. “Do you realize what you’ve done? Marking her in a place like this!”
I merely blink at her.
Valdine sighs heavily, shakes her head, and storms away, taking Dakota with her.
I reach up to rub the back of my neck and lift my gaze up toward the open blue sky. “Love is truly complicated.”
The End
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My Daemon Professor
Freida Kilmari
Blurb
I might have teeny, tiny crush on my professor, in the same way that I also need air and coffee to live. That is to say, I will die without it. But until now, our relationship has only ever been of the fantasy kind—inside my head. Until I fall through a portal into a world of daemons and find myself at my professor’s mercy on his sofa for a night we both want a repeat of. Little did I know how easy it would be to fall in love with my crush.
Content Warning
kidnapping, explicit sexual scenarios
Chapter One
Tyllie
Do you think you can get arrested for lunging across a lecture theatre and wrapping your legs around your professor’s waist uninvited? Probably. I mean, it’s sexual harassment for sure. But my God would I cling like a limpet to this suit-wrapped Christmas gift from heaven if I could. The dark blue casual jacket overtop the black polo neck sweater really works for this man. I wonder what that day-old stubble would feel like beneath my lips? What those brown trusses would feel like in my tight gri–
“Mr. Retter?” he asks, his dark brown, almost black eyes, staring straight at me.