Page 52 of Self Studies

I took a sharp breath and let my needy hips pulse forward, squeezing my thighs together at the top—but I needed more.

Professor Garnet leaned forward. His eyes heated as he devoured me with a single look. Shaking his head, he stepped back, his hands in the air. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know how to do it myself,” I whispered, rocking forward once more. “My release was at Damon’s discretion.”

Saffron clenched his fists while Professor Garnet’s eyes softened.

“We don’t have time for a lesson right now,” Saffron said. “We’ve got a longer break before GS, but not that long. You need to figure your shit out.”

“Like you do?” I snapped, thinking about the images he’d sent me.

Saffron scowled. I knew he’d not lost control. Like me, he didn’t have a fantasy. Only unlike me, he had an entire life pulling him in every direction.

My magic surged behind its barrier, making every muscle in my body tense and my clit pulse.

I locked my gaze with Professor Garnet. My actions were self-serving, but my magic wanted what it wanted. Even if I didn’t feel like it, my soul beast was a selfish, greedy dragon. I embraced her.

My skirt fell open as I spread my legs. The material of my light blue shirt pulled, exposing the top of my breasts. “Please.”

Professor Garnet’s red rims burned with hunger making relief sink into my bones. Despite my magic no longer invading his system, he still wanted me.

My heart sang. It wasn’t only my magic’s pull. He wanted me.

Saffron stepped between us, scowling at me. “Don’t do that to him.”

He grabbed my bicep and hauled me to my feet. I let him, feeling like nothing could hurt me.

“He’s already taken life force from you,” Saffron snarled. “You have no barriers. No control. His magic feels like your old master’s, and you will transfer into him, you know it. Don’t you dare force him like your master forced you.”

I took a sharp breath. Saffron’s words slapped me in the face. Not only would I transfer, but I would love every minute of it. I hated the thought of forcing Professor Garnet to do anything.

I pulled my arm out of Saffron’s grip and unsteadily walked toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Saffron demanded.

“To get my phone,” I answered. “If you won’t help me, I know someone who will.”

So fast I barely had time to react, Saffron had me pinned against the wall with his hard body pressed against my back. My stiff nipples pressed into the cool concrete and my inner walls clenched. I pressed my butt into his erection.

“Don’t you dare call Beryl,” Saffron growled.

He moved both my wrists into one of his hands and pulled them above my head. His fingers trailed down my side before he cupped my butt.

I bit my lower lip and glared at Saffron. “You don’t want this.”

Saffron scowled at me. “Maybe I do.”

He leaned down and sunk his teeth into the soft spot where my neck and shoulder met.

I hissed, and he pulled back, nipping and sucking. His other hand glided down the back of my leg. The pads of his fingers pressed into my skin as he ran them up the back of my leg and nudged my thighs apart. Sparks of pain and pleasure shot directly into my sex. I shuddered as he roughly rubbed my cloth-covered dripping slit.

Movement behind us caught my eye, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than the mage pinning me to the wall.

“Are you going to regret this?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Saffron grunted. His words rumbled against my back. “But not enough to stop.” His kisses moved up my neck. “Your panties are soaked. Who turned you on like this?”

I gritted my teeth. “Beryl.”

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