Page 47 of Promised in Blood

I pull back and blink at her. “Why not?”

She chews on her lip. “Because he’s a professor. It would be disrespectful.”

Osiris lets out a barking laugh, and I pull a face at my girl. “You know I’m older than him, right?”And you let me do all kinds of stuff to you in front of your history professor, I add privately.

Before she can chew me out for that, Osiris says, “I’ve seen all his moves already, anyway. Experienced them firsthand, in fact.”

Ophelia’s mouth drops open. “You two? No! When?”

I press a kiss on her cheek. “A long time ago, baby.” Then I glare at him. “And you don’t knowallmy moves.” I flick my tongue piercing against my teeth. “I picked up a few new ones for my girl.”

Ophelia clears her throat, but I can feel the way her body heats and see the direction her thoughts turn. One of my favorite things to do is flick this stud against her swollen clit. It never fails to make her whimper like a kitten. “Don’t we have to study?” she whispers.

Osiris smirks. “I’ll leave you two to your studies. But it was nice talking to you, Kai.”

I nod, and this time I don’t correct him from using my nickname. I guess I can let it slide.

“Always a pleasure, Ophelia,” he says, and then the arrogant fucker winks at her.

I’d tell him to back the hell off, but he flirts with every creature that has a pulse. Besides, my girl only has eyes for me right now, and she’s staring at me like she wants me to prove my tongue-piercing claim.

When Osiris leaves, I pull her to me and seal my lips over hers. Sliding my tongue into her warm mouth, I take what I want. At least some of what I want.

She moans.We should be studying.

I forget about my new fascination with dragons for now.We will, baby. I have a book I want you to read about the Order, and while you’re reading, I’m going to have my head between your pretty thighs so I can reward you for being such a good fucking girl.

We can’t. Not here.She protests, but she grinds herself against me.

There’s a real quiet spot in the corner. Your chair will be facing the wall. Nobody will see.

Despite her objections, she allows me to take her hand and lead her to the corner of the library where I set our things before she got here. I push her down into the large wingback leather chair and angle it so that nobody has a chance of seeing what I’m about to do to her.

I drop to my knees. “Malachi, we really shouldn’t,” she says, looking around like we’re about to get caught, but the delicious scent of her wet pussy is already thick in the air.

I hand her the book I found about the Order of Azezal. “You remember our tests, sweet girl. You’re going to learn, and I’m going to reward you for every question you get right.”

She nods and sinks her perfect white teeth into her pillowy bottom lip, her tits heaving in her hoodie.

“Good girl.”

I glide my hands up the outside of her thighs, enjoying how her supple flesh yields to my touch. Her legs tremble and her breath hitches.

I press a kiss on the inside of her thigh. “Start reading.”

She opens the book, and I resume my attention elsewhere, trailing my lips up the inside of her thighs while my hands skate higher until they find the band of her panties. Slowly, tantalizingly so, I peel her underwear down her legs, and with each inch I drag them lower, her breathing grows shallower.

I laugh, and my breath rushes over her skin. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“I-I know, but if we get caught doing this…”

A smile spreads across my face, and I pull off her panties and stuff them into my pocket. “We didn’t get caught last time, did we?”

“No, but that was a little more…”

I slip the tip of my finger inside her as a reminder, and she whimpers, one hand gripping the arm of the chair and the other still holding onto the book.

I push her thighs wider apart and then flick up her tiny skirt, exposing her glistening pink pussy to me. My mouth waters and my fangs throb. “More what?” I bend my head and slide my tongue through her wet center.

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