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“I merely asked where you had gotten to,” he answered. “And if she needed help with something. Are you jealous, Bricriu?”

“No,” I denied, barking out a harsh laugh. “Why would I be jealous? There’s nothing between us that would result in me being jealous.”

“You’re lucky we are in a public place, Bricriu, or you’d be pinned to the wall with my cock so far down your throat you wouldn’t remember what air tasted like,” Julian purred, laughing tauntingly at my shiver in response. “My room tonight, or the next time I see you, I’ll take you out in the open so everyone here will realize just how weak you really are.”

Julian had never cared that I was a student and he was staff. Anything sexual was technically against the school’s policy, but it never seemed to be strictly enforced. Everyone here was an adult, so the only times it caused any kind of ruckus was when Thatcher had an issue with it.

“Strong enough to take you. Since you’d never be able to handle me,” I rasped as a retort, heat blazing in my veins as I watched him walk away.

Fuck.

Topping Julian would never happen. Hell, taunting him wasn’t a good idea either. He was a man with dark proclivities that even I was shocked by, and that was saying something since I was fae.

A shudder ran down my spine as I tried to center my thoughts on anything besides what was going to happen to me tonight.

“Oh, and Bricriu?” Hot breath on my ear made me groan. Julian had snuck back, and I hadn’t even noticed. “If you eventhinkof coming or touching yourself before you see me tonight, I’ll know, and you’ll regret it. Deeply.”

I whimpered when he ran his fangs along my neck, and then he was gone.

My cock was throbbing, and I couldn’t stop the thought that having Isla there would make things even more interesting.

Would she be beside me as Julian orchestrated everything, or would she force the vampire to his knees?

I honestly had no idea what I wanted the answer to be.

Chapter 15

Isla

TUESDAY

Every time his orange and red eyes slid over me, I felt like I was going to burst into flame. It was such a fucking cliché, but I had no other words to describe how he made me feel. The intensity of his gaze and the weight of his attention was driving me insane. Once class was dismissed, I gathered my stuff as quickly as possible.

Flashes of Hellsing’s warnings echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t find it in me to truly care. Some stupid, asinine, hormonal part of me wanted to go up and talk to him. Professor Ambrose was a force of nature.

‘Talk to him?’Cassius asked incredulously.

‘Cas, I don’t need your constant–’I started, but I was cut off.

“Miss Hallowes, stay a few minutes, please.”

What the actual hell?!

A few people shot me questioning glances before rushing out of the room which didn’t make me feel any better about being singled out on the first day of class. Trying, and probably failing, to seem at ease, I casually closed my bag desperately hoping that I appeared unbothered by being called out. After throwing it over my shoulder, I found the fae watching me with a cocky smirk.

“Yes, Professor?” I asked, noting how his smirk transformed into a grin.

‘He can see right through your little pretense,’Cassius stated dryly.

“No need for the formality between us, witch.” He sat down on the edge of his desk, studying me. “I did give you your invitation to come here personally. You seemed distracted during class today. Is there a reason why?”

There was no way in hell I could say that the only thing I could think of was how horny he was making me.

‘I mean, youcould,’Cassius deadpanned.

‘Not helpful.’

“Just trying to get used to the conservatory. It’s a lot different than the academy I went to. It won’t happen again,” I replied, hoping that it sounded more honest than it did in my head.

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