Page 12 of Monster's Heart

Then there was the constant wonder if her soft, rounded curves would fit against me the way I suspected they would. Sitting next to her at the desk I used for my own studies was becoming part of this ritualistic tutoring torture. She was so close, but always out of reach. And that was where the true heartbreak lay.

I should have asked for something better in return for my help with her extra credit assignment. Like a blow job. Fuck, I could almost imagine my cock between her pretty pink lips. No, I couldn’t have actually asked for that. It would have been creepy.

Hell, I didn’t know what had come over me the last week. Well, ever since I noticed her in class the other day, really. But the curvy little Witch had me practically panting after her. And I’d thought I was above all the rest of the horny males at Blackthorn seeking their mates. But after one week of conversation and walking silently behind her whenever she left my room, I was ready to bend my sweet Luna over the couch and take her hard and fast until I felt her sweet pussy flutter all over my dick as she came screaming my name.

Fuck.

Another boner.

At that rate, I was going to spend the rest of the evening jacking off to her. The whole clean my room thing and I’ll tutor you had been a dick move at first, but today was the first day she’d insisted on getting some cleaning done.

“It’s not fair, Sten. We made a deal, and you’ve been keeping up your end.”

Yeah. I’d been keeping up my end, all right. Teaching her astronomy and how to use the program I’d designed so she could earn the extra credit Professor McEwan demanded was the deal. The whole following her back to the regular dormitories cloaked in moon shadow so she couldn’t see me like a crazy fucking stalker was not.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten, trying to ignore the warm vanilla jasmine fragrance that seemed to come from her. The more she moved around my room, the stronger the scent grew. And I just fucking knew that everything she touched was going to carry it as well. Great. I’d be jerking off to her fragrance in the wee hours of the morning.

I wondered if I could maybe get her to leave her other shirt, wear mine home, that would be something. I hadn’t touched the black t-shirt she’d insisted on borrowing the first day she’d tidied up in here, when she’d been wet from the rain. Sometimes I sniffed it. I couldn’t help myself. It held both our scents, and the combination was heady.

Luna.

My sweet Luna.

Lost in my torturous thoughts, I jumped when I heard her soft yelp.

“What is it?” I asked, racing across the room to see what had frightened her.

“Is that a m-moth?” she asked.

She was pale as a sheet and shaking, pointing to the very lifelike model of the elusive cobalt lunar moth I’d had since I was a youth. The model was the size of my palm, though the real thing was known to grow to a scale rivaling that of dragons. It was a harbinger of good luck in my realm.

“Yes, but it’s not real,” I whispered, lifting it in my palm and holding it out to her.

“It looks real,” she murmured skeptically.

I grinned gently and shook my head, holding the moth up between us. Amrin’s eyes widened, and I frowned.

What was she so afraid of?

I did not like to think her frightened. In fact, I was pretty sure I was going to hunt down and punch whoever had scared her, or worse.

Definitely worse.

“No, really. It’s a crystal model, see? I built it when I was a child,” I explained for reasons unknown to me.

“A model? So, it’s not alive?”

“No. Not alive,” I seconded.

“Oh, that’s, um, cool,” she whispered and squinted her eyes, I assumed to get a closer look, though she made no move to get nearer to it.

“Lys,” I whispered, using a bit of magic to make it sparkle and glow for her. “Lunar moths are harbingers of good luck.”

She gasped in surprise, a smile brightening her pretty face, and something inside me clicked. I liked making her smile, wanted to do it more often. I lifted it in my palm for her to look more closely. I’d had the thing forever, but what it was doing on my floor, I had no idea.

“It’s silly, but ever since I was a child, I’ve been afraid of moths,” she confessed.

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