My lips parted as my brain refused to accept what I was seeing, but it wasn’t like there were many plausible explanations for this interaction. Was he here for a mole check? No. Did he have a spider down the back of his shirt and had to rip it off to escape its scrambly legs? No. Did she just call him master because he’s actually secretly her…master…in a totally non-sexual way? She started unbuttoning her shirt so I was gonna go with a hell to the fucking no.
Oh shit.
My shocked and horrified brain finally realised I was supposed to be here getting dirt on her and a sex tape was obviously exactly the kind of thing Dante would want. A sex tape of her with a student even better. Her and Ryder Draconis? I’d probably be a fucking millionaire if I got him that.
I yanked my Atlas out of my pocket, lined it up with a gap in the slats and set it to record. Because fuck, this was fifty shades of screwed up, but it was also probably the ticket to Elise’s freedom for at least another month.
“Tell me what you’ve done,” Ryder growled, vines springing to life between his hands. I watched as he slowly wrapped the end of one around his fist, letting the three vines trail to the floor like a whip.
“I disrupted Dante Oscura’s magic in his assessment,” she breathed huskily. “I told Principal Greyshine I think he should lose his place at the academy.”
Ryder smiled darkly at her words, his fist tightening on his makeshift whip, the word lust standing out across his knuckles.
“Safe word?” he asked, almost like he didn’t give a shit.
“Caterpillar,” Professor King whispered, her fangs lengthening.
My stomach clenched. It wasn’t like I was afraid of sex, I’d grown up surrounded by it at Old Sal’s, but whipping? And the look in Ryder’s eye did not say he was going to be offering up light spanking either.
“Skirt off. Bend over the desk.” Ryder stalked closer and Professor King dropped her skirt, revealing a lacy black thong beneath it.
That was way more than I’d ever wanted to see of my teacher and yet here I was, standing in a cupboard with a camera rolling like some kind of pervert. At least I didn’t have my dick out. But I had the horrible feeling that Ryder would pretty soon.
Professor King hurried to comply with Ryder’s commands, keeping her head low as she moved to bend over the desk and grip the edge of it. She was looking right at the cupboard where I was hiding which I guessed was good from the point of view of the video but made me feel so goddamn uncomfortable I wanted to scream.
“You’ve been pretty fucking bad, haven’t you Professor?” Ryder growled. “So I’m thinking ten.”
“Yes,” she gasped, an ache of longing in her voice. “I’ve been so bad.”
Ryder didn’t waste another moment before striking the whip straight across the backs of her thighs. She cried out and his eyes lit with a dark hunger as he raised his hand again.
“Count!” he commanded.
“One,” she gasped.
He struck her again.
“Two!” her voice was filled with pain but the unmistakable growl of lust too.
As he raised his arm a third time, I closed my eyes. The camera was still recording but I didn’t wanna fucking see that. I wished I could close my ears too.
When she finally gasped ten, the sound of the whip dropping to the carpet made me open my eyes again.
“Did I do well, master?” Professor King panted and despite my better judgement, I opened my eyes.
Curiosity was an asshole because my reward was a clear view of Ryder’s massive hard on as he released it from his fly.
He caught Professor King by the shoulder and yanked her upright. As her ass was pointed my way I spotted the bright pink stripes marking her flesh from the whipping, a few of them oozing blood.
“Did I earn my reward?” she begged as she turned to face him.
“Yeah.” Ryder caught her by the throat and slammed her down onto the desk.
A gasp parted my lips but the moan of longing that came from her mouth said she was all for this.
Ryder reached out and ripped her shirt open, the buttons popping off in all directions and exposing her pert nipples to the room at large as she wasn’t wearing a bra.
By the stars how am I supposed to look at her in class after this??
Ryder yanked her panties off and claimed her body with one powerful thrust of his hips. She screamed in pleasure as he started up a fast pace and she writhed on her desk beneath him.
She got louder still and he leaned forward, wrapping a hand around her throat and squeezing.
My lips parted as she grabbed at his arm, her nails gouging into his flesh as he continued to pin her down. My hand made it to the cupboard door handle and I was about to burst out and stop him from killing her just as a word spilled from her lips.
“More!”
Ryder growled as he reared over her, getting rougher still which she clearly wanted.
When she finally screamed her climax to the walls, he fell over her too, breathing heavily for a few moments before moving off of her and refastening his jeans.
Professor King shot upright with her Vampire speed and Ryder offered her his wrist without a word.
She groaned as she bit into his skin, drinking deeply as he let her have his blood.
When she was done, he pressed a hand to his forearm, healing her bite and the scratches she’d left on his skin before heading for the door.
“Same time next week?” Professor King called after him and he grunted a response as he shrugged his T-shirt back on. It almost seemed like he hadn’t even enjoyed that.
He headed out the door and I waited as Professor King healed herself too and slowly got dressed. To my everlasting gratitude, once she’d buttoned up her blazer to disguise the buttons that had been ripped off of her shirt, she left the room in a spurt of speed.
I sighed in relief as I shut off the recording and scurried out of her cupboard, out of her office and out of the goddamn building.
I needed a shower to wash off the dirt of what I’d just witnessed.
But before that, I was going to make a Storm Dragon’s day.
Leon:
I’m taking you out. Wear something low-cut, short as shit and pair it with your fuck-me eyes.
Elise:
Are we going to a brothel?
Leon:
Better.
Elise:
A sex club?
Leon:
Better (but put a pin in that idea, little monster)
Elise:
Where then?
Leon:
It’s a surprise.
Elise:
You and your surprises…
Leon:
Meet me at the front gate in ten minutes.
I was already on my way out of the gate at that moment, wearing a pale grey shirt and my best jeans. I was gonna present Elise as mine mine mine tonight. Okay not all mine. But a little bit mine.
Mindy pulled up in front of me in the gleaming yellow Faeyota I’d stolen from the next town over last week. She jumped out, tossing me the keys and I caught them out of the air before sliding into the driver’s seat and pulling up to the curb along the road.
Eyes were drawn my way as I revved the engine and listened to her purr. It was a sweet fucking car, one of my best steals yet. Almost as good as the Mantorghini Faeventador I’d been dreaming about all year. Yeah, I could really enjoy one of those babies. But they were primed with the best magical locks Solaria could buy. It was termed the unstealable car. But soon, I would damn well be the first to get my hands on one of them.
Elise appeared on the sidewalk having done exactly as I’d hoped for and not obeyed my outfit request at all. She wore a pair of jeans and a fitted black sweater paired with her do-not-come-and-fuck-me eyes.
Haha sucker. You’re right where I want you.
I beeped the horn and she frowned, moving toward the car as I lowered the passenger window. She leaned inside with a smirk. “This is your car?”
“It has been since I stole it,” I said with a roguish grin. “Get in.”
Elise rolled her eyes but pulled the door open and dropped into the seat. She popped a bubble of gum and the scent of cherries filled the air. I leaned in closer, pressing my lips to hers to taste it too and she grinned against my mouth.
I drew back before I could get carried away with car sex fantasies because we had somewhere important to be – wait, is there time? No, no time.
Unless…
No.
I closed the window then drove off down the street, slamming my foot to the accelerator so Elise was pressed back into her seat.
“Are you not going to complain about my clothes?” Elise asked lightly, her tone teasing.
“You look perfect, little monster,” I said, my smile betraying me because it just continued growing and growing until I was laughing my ass off.
“What are you laughing at?” she demanded, throwing a playful punch into my arm that actually fucking hurt.
“Nothing,” I said, another laugh racking through my chest.
I took corners at speed, driving us east and out of the city. We were soon sailing along the winding road that led down into Ivory Vale which sat between a nest of hills on the outskirts of Alestria. The moon appeared as if it was perched atop the furthest hill in a delicate crescent.
We eventually reached an iron gate which ringed the property and I lowered my window as I coasted to a halt beside a booth manned by a security guard.
“Where the hell are we? If I didn’t know we were hundreds of miles from it, I would have guessed you’d taken me on the world’s most dangerous field trip to Darkmore Penitentiary.”
“This is no prison, little monster,” I said with a grin, turning to the security guard as she leaned out of her booth to get a look in the car. “Hey Beatrice.”
“Oh, hi Mr Night,” she said brightly. “It’s so good to see you again. Are you still ruffling feathers at that academy of yours? I bet you’re top of the class.” She batted her eyelashes as my Lion charisma washed over her.
“Sure am,” I said cockily.
“Ha.” Elise leaned across my lap to gaze out at the guard. “Hey Beatrice, he’s definitely not top of the class and do you mind telling me where I am? He’s kidnapped me.”
Beatrice laughed heartily, waving a hand at her as if she’d been joking. “Good one, girl.” She continued to laugh as she buzzed us in. The tall gate parted before us and I drove onto the drive which cut through a dark woodland.
“It’s not funny anymore, Leo,” Elise said and I glanced over at her, finding her gripping her seat, her fangs on show as she glared at me. “Tell me where I am or I’m out of here.”
“Jeeeez, chill out, little monster.” We broke into a clearing and a tall house rose up before us, large glass windows giving a glimpse of the chic interior beyond.
I jumped out of the car, racing around to get Elise’s door for her but she was so damn fast she was already out by the time I got there.
“Tell me,” she demanded, planting her feet and snarling.
I held out my hand, giving her my softest eyes. “Well we’re-”
“Leonidas?” My father’s deep, rumbling voice came from the house and I turned to find him standing there, haloed by the amber glow of the hallway light. His hair was a swaying sea of gold, flowing over his huge shoulders and brushing against his square jaw. His eyes were pure lion, glinting gold even in the darkness.
“Hey Dad,” I said and Elise shot me a look of alarm.
“What way is that to park a car?” Dad asked, shaking his head. “Your brother always parks at a ninety degree angle to the house.”
I glanced back at the diagonal way I’d parked with a flash of irritation. “I can move it.”
“No, don’t bother now. Come inside, let’s meet her.” Dad turned back into the hall and I gave Elise a pleading look.
Her jaw was clenched and her eyes were spitting venom at me. “Have you brought me home to meet your parents?” she hissed and my gut lurched.
“I knew you wouldn’t come if I asked so…” I shrugged guiltily, unsure what to say.
Please don’t leave, you’ll just give my dad more things to pick at me about.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m not your girlfriend.”
Tension spanned through my body as I dropped my hand, realising how stupid I’d been to do this. I’d wanted to show Elise off, to prove how amazing she was, to brag about the first girl I’d been nuts about my entire life. But I’d ignored the blaring detail that she didn’t want to be that girl.
I glanced at the door again, just hoping they would spare me from telling Roary about this when I took her back to the academy. I’d made sure my brother wasn’t home tonight because he was the biggest asshole in the world. But if he got wind of this…
“What’s going on?” Mom’s voice carried from the hallway as she addressed my dad.
“Looks like the girl doesn’t want to be here.” His disappointed sigh reached me and my heart hurt. “He probably convinced her to come with his Lion Charisma. I knew he lied about her being unaffected.”
“Sorry, I’ll take you home,” I muttered, opening the passenger door for Elise with my eyes downcast and my stomach ripping to shreds.
Elise didn’t move and I glanced up, finding a frown lining her brow.
“What?” I asked and she moved toward me, taking my hand.
“Come on then, Leon, I’m dying to meet the couple who raised such a powerful son,” she said loud enough for them to hear and convincingly enough to bring a smug smile to my lips.
I mouthed a thank you as I shut the car door, locking it before leading Elise into the house, my heart falling into a frantic beat.
Mom stood beside my father, fussing with his tie then turning to us as we approached. Her shimmering blonde hair was wild and free, her eyes sparkling with excitement as they landed on Elise.
She moved with the grace of a queen, her head held high as she moved forward, hugging me tightly and brushing her fingers through my hair. “Oh my! Have you gained more muscle? You’re getting so big. Where’s my little cub gone?” She pulled back to admire me and a wide smile pulled at my mouth. “You’re just the most handsome boy in the world.” She kissed my cheek before reaching for Elise.
I grinned as Elise was dragged into Mom’s arms and she began to purr happily.
“That’s enough Safira, let me see her,” Dad said and I stuffed my hands in my jeans pockets as he inspected my girl. Or what he thought was my girl. And maybe tonight, she was.
“Nice to meet you,” Elise said sweetly, holding out her hand.
Dad raised his brows, moving forward to take it and glancing between us. “Reginald Night.” He squeezed her hand. “My son says he doesn’t use his Charisma on you, is that true?”
“Well I think he tried to at first,” Elise laughed and heat rose up the back of my neck. “But I guess I’m immune.”
“Immune…is that so?” Dad chuckled and sunshine shone through me at the noise. “Well you must have a very strong will indeed. Of course, if a more powerful Nemean Lion were to turn on their charm, you would no doubt have a bit more trouble than with our little Leonidas.”
“I doubt it,” Elise said, still smiling and I hoped that was true.
Dad laughed again and I started to relax a bit.
“We won’t put it to the test anyway. I don’t use my power unless necessary. It’s the mark of a true Lion.” Dad gave me a pointed look that dragged over my clothes like he expected more of them.
“Come on into the dining room, we’re having warthog stew,” Mom said brightly.
“Oh, Mom, I told you on the phone…Elise is vegetarian,” I said and she blinked several times like she didn’t quite understand the words that had come out of my mouth and said she clearly hadn’t taken that conversation seriously.
Dad looked at me like I’d stabbed his first born with a rusty fork then sighed and walke
d away into the dining room. Mom lingered in the hallway, looking to Elise as if waiting for her to admit this was all some big joke. I caught Dad muttering under his breath in the other room. “A Lion Shifter with a herbivorous girlfriend? It’s insanity.”
“It’s true,” Elise said to Mom with an innocent smile. “Just Fae blood or veggies for me.”
Mom’s lips moved wordlessly then she nodded quickly, her eyes filling with light. “Not to worry. Marie hasn’t added the stock yet. Leon’s father will ensure she makes a meat free portion for you.”
“Thank you,” Elise said, not seeming bothered by my parents’ obvious stress over this. I didn’t really care either. It was who she was. And I was into all of it.
We followed Mom into the dining room and she dipped her head to father’s ear. He growled, rising to his feet from the head of the table and disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.
Elise took in the paintings on the walls of all the Nights who’d come before us. The men all shared our signature long manes, each of them surrounded by their three beautiful wives. Three was the optimum number, my father always said.
Marie strode into the room with her dark curls and soft features.
“Hey Mom,” I said to her and she beamed as father headed out to the kitchen.
Elise shot me a look of confusion as I moved to embrace her and Marie squealed her excitement as she hugged me back. Safira was my birth mom and one of the most infamous thieves in Alestria, but as I’d been raised by Marie and Latisha as well, I felt as strongly towards all of them. Latisha arrived from the kitchen a second later, seeking me out. Her hair was cropped short and the dark skin of her neck was highlighted by a golden choker above her fitted dress.
“My cub!” She wrapped me in her arms too and I was soon squashed between all three of my mothers as they combed their fingers through my hair and cooed at me, their voices filling my ears.
“He’s so strong.”
“So handsome.”
“Look at these muscles, have you seen, Latisha?”
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