Page 28 of Self Studies

Professor Garnet clapped. “Eat.” He gestured to the table. “Then we need to prepare you for your tests tomorrow.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. Ten minutes later, I’d cleaned most of my plate. A little food baby rounded my flat stomach. The creamy, cheesy pasta was almost as good as sex. I rolled a bite around my mouth. Salty, bacony goodness caressed my tongue. I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips as I swallowed. Bacon had been such a rare treat.

Although the two had started eating with me, at some point, they’d stopped. Uncomfortable, I put down my fork.

Saffron’s yellow rims glowed. His banana yellow magic floated another bite of mac ’n’ cheese and pressed it against my lips. Delicately, I parted them, letting my tongue slowly pull the ball into my mouth.

The muscles in Saffron’s neck flexed, and he shifted his hips.

“Aphy,” Professor Garnet drew my attention. “You cannot make those noises while eating. I just explained that magic calls to magic.” He shifted his hips. “Yes, yours is different. The average mage may not feel your magic at first glance. But within you is a vast well of power that most mages can only dream of. Do not give anyone a reason to take a second look at you.”

I nodded, my gaze mesmerized by his lips. He wasn’t even saying anything sexy; the sound of his voice fueled my need.

“We’re drawn to power,” Professor Garnet reiterated. I shifted, trying to relieve the building pressure. “Part of what you need to learn is how to fit in with your peers. The administration has done what they can to keep your soul beast under wraps. Regardless – are you even hearing my words, Aphy?”

I nodded, though I wasn’t really. Pure instinctual lust filled me with confidence. I’d never asked for something before. Damon always took what he needed, and usually, I benefited, but these two made me want. My magic needed them, and so did I.

Slowly, I picked up another greasy bite and pressed it to my lips. I licked the corners of my mouth, sucking each finger as I let out a quieter but much more erotic moan of satisfaction.

I’d barely gotten a second bite into my mouth before the professor’s face disappeared into Saffron’s neck. The older mage kissed and sucked, his teeth scraping over the younger mage’s skin.

Saffron let out a groan of his own. “I thought you said you had this under control.”

Professor Garnet turned Saffron's head and captured him in a bruising kiss. His hand ran down the younger mage’s stomach to cup his dick. In response, Saffron slid his hand under the professor's loose shirt. Instead of removing it, the two men pulled away from each other and looked at me.

I licked my lips, my face flushed. “Don’t stop on my account. Not everything new is bad.”

It was a dance I’d been a part of but never watched. The two men extracted themselves from the table. Their hands fumbled at buttons and clothing, torn between losing contact with each other and speeding up their shedding of clothing.

Despite Professor Garnet’s height, Saffron’s more chiseled build seemed to wrestle the professor to the floor. Saffron’s pink tongue traced the professor’s exposed flesh, making my thighs rub together. A bead of sweat formed between my breasts and ran down my stomach under the hoodie. Without taking my eyes from the show, I slipped off my clothing.

In a moment, the two men were on either side of me.

“I can’t help you.” Professor Garnet’s fingers ghosted over my flesh. He pulled away as I tried to arch into him. “But if you’re as worked up as I am, maybe we can compromise.”

My sex throbbed with need. I pressed a hand against my stomach and pulled it up, squeezing one of my breasts. Professor Garnet growled. His heated gaze followed my every move.

“Do we need to wear protection?” Saffron asked.

I cocked my head to the side, looking at the Greek God.

“Are you on birth control?” Saffron clarified.

I shook my head. “I’m sterile. Damon assured me of it.”

Saffron clenched his fists. His lust-filled gaze flashed with anger before falling. I swear he looked at me with something like pity in his eyes before he pulled me into his chest.

“It is what it is,” I said, not understanding his reaction. I ran my tongue between his smooth, sculpted pecs. “This is the first time I’ve thought about it in years. Don’t ruin this for me.”

Saffron pulled me away from his chest to study my face. I gave him my best pouty face. He shook his head and captured my lips in an unbelievably gentle kiss. Behind me, the professor covered his front with a silk pillow to prevent our skin from touching. His fingers ghosted down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

He stilled as his hand brushed the metal socket sunk into my hip.

For a moment, I feared he would stop. That this moment of ecstasy I’d fought for was over. Instead, Saffron released my lips and pushed me into Professor Garnet’s padded front.

The Greek God dipped his hand between my thighs and gently nudged my legs apart. He knelt in front of me and intensely studied my exposed inner lips. Blood rushed to my face.

“Beautiful,” Saffron said.

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