Page 5 of Stolen By the Necromancer

Why did his voice have to be so deep and smooth? It was the kind of voice that could lull you to sleep with a satisfied smile on your face, regardless of the words being said.

When I refused to acknowledge him, he reached out and wrapped his hand around my wrist, his index finger lightly running up and down the inside of my wrist.

Biting down on my lower lip, I stopped the moan that threatened to escape. It was a simple touch, yet it caused every nerve within my body to tingle.

“What do you want?” I snapped, pulling myself together and refusing to look at him. There was no way I’d be able to stay strong against him if I looked into his eyes. No possible way.

“Ouch, that’s a little hurtful, especially after what we’veshared.” His finger ran up and down my wrist again.

Snatching my wrist from his grasp, I crossed my arms over my chest.“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I got drunk at the club. Had a little fun. End of story. We shared nothing of relevance.”

He chuckled.“Hmm. Why don’t I believe you?”

“Believe what you want.”

“I believe that you’re hurt that Ididn’t try to contact you over the weekend. Ididn’t think to get your number before I left the club. An oversight. I apologize.”

Finally, I turned my head to look up at him. I didn’t want him to think he had the upper hand in this situation.“You have no obligation to me. I have none to you. You’re really overthinking this.”

“Don’t be like that. I’veapologized. Let’s start over. I’d like to take you out to dinner tonight.”

Damn, this guy couldn’t take a hint.

“I’m not in—” I began. He leaned into me, cutting me off mid-sentence, his shoulder touching mine, the heat of his breath teasing the side of my neck. I had to fight back the urge to softly moan as a pull of desire surged through me. It was the very same light-headed feeling that had gripped me on Friday night.

“Come on. Just one dinner, what would it hurt?”

Dinner did sound good. And I was craving his touch again. The only thing stopping me from getting out of the chair and riding his cock right here in the classroom was the people surrounding us.

What in the hell was happening to me? Moments ago, I’d been terrified of him. It made no sense whatsoever. If I wanted to get to the bottom of it, then perhaps dinner would be a great way to do it. We’d be in public. Around people. Nothing would happen.

“I promise I’llbehave,” he whispered in my ear.

Fuck. Closing my eyes, I nodded as another rush of desire raced through me.“One dinner. That’s all.”

“Just one dinner.”

Nero

Working magic on her was taxing. Her magic, the magic she had no idea she possessed, fought my magic every moment I kept the spell on her. I couldn’t even imagine the power she’dpossess when she turned twenty-two. Taking that magic in was going to be euphoric, and would keep me young for another hundred years. Hell, maybe even a couple hundred.

It had been a long time since I’d played the diligent suitor. Centuries. Perhaps as far back as the Renaissance era. I tended to relieve my needs and carry on with my life. Physical sexual relief was nice, but nothing compared to the all-encompassing feeling of taking the lifeforce from someone. Now that. That was going to be more intense than any sexual encounter could ever be.

After a little coaxing, she agreed to the date and I was able to release my hold on her. Taking a deep breath in, I sighed with relief.

The professor down below began his lecture and I pretended to listen. I’d never make it to the end of the semester. In fact, Ididn’t anticipate getting through the week.At least I didn’t have any intention of it. This student façade was just a cover to get close to her.

The professor droned on for what felt like an eternity.

Once done, I followed the girls up the aisle and into the hallway. Genevieve attempted to scamper away, but I was too quick for her, blocking her escape. She yelped and took a step back to keep from colliding with me.

“She’llcatch up to you,” I told her friend, then turned back to my little lamb.“I don’t even have your number so we can set the date.”

“Yes. Umm.” She rattled off her number which I inputted into my phone, looking over my shoulder to see her friend who was slowly walking towards the exit.“Look, Igotta go.”

“Of course.” Satisfied, I stuffed my phone into the back pocket of my jeans, then grabbed her arm as she attempted to run off, pulling her against me.

Her eyes grew wide, her lush lips slightly parted.“Nero.”

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