Page 55 of Stutter

Damon holds out the thermos for me when we enter my office so I can set down my things.

“Oh, I already had my coffee this morning.”

He grins. “It’s willow bark, ginger, peppermint with a few drops of honey for your headaches…”

I take it from him with a thank you and take a sip. There’s a bit of a familiar musk to it, but it’s overpowered by the sweetness of the honey.

“It also contains a few drops of Little Bird’s nectar.That’sfor the beast in you.”

I almost choke. I look between him and the thermos with a question on my face. “How?” I croak out in short spurts.

He shrugs, a wicked grin on his lips.

He thinks I’m a beast? The man isdemented.

“I had Jonas sit her up on the counter and play with her until she was so creamy it just dripped and dripped anddrippedinto your thermos. I figured you would miss her, and what’s better than drinking her essence early in the morning?”

“Are there remnants of you in my tea as well, Doctor Archer?”

He steps close to me, his scent invading my senses. “Would it bother you if there was, Harrington?”

“Seeing as you’re a fan of your own flavor, I suppose not really.” I say, recalling the day I watched him slurp out his own seed from her puffy cunt from behind while she swallowed Jonas’ dick to the hilt before we all took her together, making my dick ache.Christ. Iama beast. Fortunately, without his answer, he’s right. This isexactlymy favorite flavor.

He laughs and steps back. “No, I promise you, we were exhausted last night. She’s been sleepwalking since you left.”

I finally see the bags under his eyes and shake my head. “Her medication not working?”

“The pharmacies have been closed. I won’t be able to pick up her prescription until tonight before the game.”

“Which reminds me, I assume since we’re ‘out’ now we’ll be going to the Banquet together?”

He chuckles. “You’ll be correct in your assumptions. Her dress is lavender. Do with that what you will.”

I incline my head once because of course her dress is lavender and he turns to leave and I follow him out of my office, seeing students beginning to fill the tiered seats as he stalks out, arrogant and slightly entitled. When I spot Raven signing in, she sees my Raven-infused tea and blushes so hard she goes from pink to crimson.

Adorable.

Once all of my students have entered, signed in and every seat taken I close the door to my classroom and let the debates begin.

Or so I thought.

“Professor Harrington, why isn’t Raven participating? Doesn’t really seem fair to the rest of us.”

The question comes thirty minutes into the debates from a brunette sitting behind her… Morgan Smithe, I believe her name is. Her father is in fishes or oil or fish oil – I don’t exactly care. Everyone shushes and some sneer down at her from their seats, others begin whispering in agreement. She doesn’t bow her head, instead leaning into Jonas who kisses her temple and whispers something into her ear I can’t hear from where I’m standing.

“Miss Monroe and Dean Whitmore and I had an agreement.” It’s a lie and I don’t owe them anything but fuck it. I’ve become a great liar lately. What’s one more? “If you have an issue with it, please, let him know.”

Morgan’s vile trap opens and closes like a fish, so I guess I was right on some point about what her father’s industry is in and finally shuts it for good. I take a delicious sip of my Raven-infused tea which sends her into another squirming blush and Jonas smirks my way.

It takes everything in me not to send a wink her way. Jonas leans in to whisper something in her ear, maintaining eye contact with me, her eyes fluttering before looking up at me through her sooty lashes, and the beast in me is ready to fucking rut.

God, I’m like a teenager all over again.

It’s not enough to take her once. I always need her at least twice to feel satisfied. A third to feel properly emptied. And it’s been two days since I’ve had her. I call up the next two students to hurry it along so I can pull her into my office.

After the hour is over, she and Jonas are slowest to leave. I call Jonas into my office, and he tugs her along by the hand. He sits in the chair behind my desk, aloof with a slight arrogant grin as soon as I shut my door, dick already throbbing to be sheathed inside my siren.

I have her against the wall, a smalloofescapes her plush lips before I’m on them, molding them to my own. “Has she been a good girl?” I ask but my question is directed at Jonas.

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