Page 221 of Castings & Curses

I bit my lips so as not to giggle. Only a couple more weeks and I would no longer be his TA, I would no longer be just a graduate student. I would be taking over several classes and becoming an associate professor at this very institution. My office was not nearly as close to his as I wished it could be, but I suspected he would make a portal for us to shorten the distance in the hall.

Once the last student was out of the room, the lights went out and then a portal appeared. It was the end of the week, the last class of this day, and I was ready for my weekend warlock and our escape to the castle. I could not wait any longer. We didn’t mess around on campus. Well, not until today when I broke protocol and just flashed him my vagina.

I moved toward the portal and he pulled me in roughly for a kiss that lasted until we were landing on the hard stone floor of the entryway. He lifted long enough to say, “I can’t believe you did that to me.”

“Believe it.” I waggled my brows. “Now. What are you going to do to me, Professor?”

His eyes flamed and his lip pulled back a bit in a more animalistic expression. “Turn over, Peach.”

I had him all wired up and I was feeding off the energy he emitted like it was the only meal I would ever need to eat. He was feeding off my desires too. One moment I was moving, the next, we were a clash of thrusts and shouts, of rough handling, hair pulling, and movement that would no doubt ache in not so good ways later.

I wound up on top of him, lifting and lowering as he thrust his hips upward to cause the most deliciously deep friction. The air between us was an exchange of energy, twirls of color, bursts of sparkling lights until the crescendo hit us and the explosion of orgasmic bliss doubled in intensity.

Breathless, sweaty, bleeding from scrapes at my knees and palms, I collapsed onto his chest and closed my eyes. This was everything I had ever wanted. Everything I needed.

Well, almost everything. “I invited Nadia for the holiday.”

“Your roommate?” he asked.

I nodded.

“She hates me.” He chuckled.

“Why is that funny?” I held back my own laughter.

“I gave her a B. Not an F and she acts like I ripped one of her fangs out.” He touched my cheek. “Are you sure she wants to be here?”

I nodded. “She does.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “I do not promise that I won’t completely inhale her if she tries to do anything.”

I giggled. “I promise, she will behave.” Then I asked, “Why did you give her a B?”

“She was phoning it in. She’s brilliant, but she saw a new professor, thought she could do half-assed work and get an A while bragging about her real work in the medical department and I…know now that I fed a little bit off that…energy.” He shrugged. “I was a new professor. She got a B. Everyone else got Cs and Ds so that semester, it may as well have been an A.”

“Have you ever given any student an A?” I asked and readjusted myself to sitting upright on him again. “Say…one who puts in the extra effort for you?”

“I’m not grading your TA work based on this performance right here, Peach.” He moved his hands to my hips and I slowed to a torturous up and down that had him moving beneath me attempting to adjust the speed, depth, everything about it. “You’re being a witch.”

“I was raised by witches. Makes sense. Don’t dodge the question, Professor. Do I get an A or what?” I teased and tortured.

“B plus.” He winked and I stopped moving completely.

The gasp of shock and offense was only lessened when he laughed and said, “I’ve given plenty of A’s in the past years. And yes, of course you’re getting an A for the TA work, but not because you deserve an A plus for handling me. You found a way to motivate your students. You handled your responsibilities and personal life without letting them impact your professionalism.”

He considered that a moment, “At least until this afternoon.”

“Jerk.” I laughed and leaned forward to kiss him. “I love you, Damien. You know that, right?”

He pushed a hand through my hair and said, “And I love you, Peach. Even if I have to give you an A minus for your behavior.”

We both laughed and spent the rest of the weekend wrapped up in one another’s arms.

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