Page 67 of Satanic Shadow
Maybe he’ll pay his way out of prison.
He kicks my foot.I can hear you.
I don’t care. Stay out of my head.
Are you ready for practice?
I sigh and continue writing notes from the board, and he kicks me again, hitting his thigh against mine. When I ignore him again, my pencil flies out of my grip and hits Orsen on the back of the head.
“Hey! The fuck? Who did that?”
“Language, Mr. Zeller. Pick up your pencil and copy what I’m writing on the board!”
You’re evil, I say in my head.
But not scary, right?
Weirdly, I can hear the tone he’s using in my mind. I nearly blush and dig my fingernails into my palm instead.You’re about as scary as a butterfly.
The teacher drones on about homework and upcoming tests, but I cancel out everything around me as Dane’s deep, cold, yet enchanting voice flows through my head.I can assure you, mortal, that after task four, you won’t be comparing me to a fucking butterfly.
Task four: Both students will take part in the fourth stage of human contact. Intimate touch until completion.
An explicit scene unfolds before me, and I know it’s from him.
Firm shadow hands part my thighs as he stands behind me with a grip of my throat, tilting my head to the side. A moan slips from my mouth as the ghost touch of a fingertip dragsdown the front of my underwear before the soaked, dripping fabric is moved aside, and I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me.
The hold on my throat gets tighter.
His mouth presses against my ear with a deep, thick growl, followed by words in a different language. But the translation is there.
Scream for me, little mortal.
I gulp, audibly, and lick my lips as I cross my legs.That’s quite an imaginative scenario. Too bad it’s fake.I try to make the last part sound as false as possible, but with the building warmth at the base of my spine, I might as well beg him to make it happen.
Do you want me to complete task four right now?
I snap my head to him with a confused look.
He doesn’t move his eyes from the board as he writes each word down, the multitasker that he is. He speaks in my head again.You can say no, and that’s fine, I’ll stop. But I can feel you. Stop denying it. It is unbecoming of a mortal who depends so much on trust and has such complex needs.
I level my gaze on the professor again, my body jolting in my seat as something warm wraps around my ankle. A few students gape at me, but I clear my throat and pretend I’m listening, looking down to see a black shadow circling my ankle, crawling, climbing up my right leg to my knee. It tightens as Dane knocks my thigh with his again.
My shadows will do anything I ask. If I want them to kill, they’ll kill. If I want them to protect, they’ll protect. If I want them to please someone, then you better fucking believe it when I say they’ll do that too.
I think that goes against the rules for task four.I have no idea how I manage to give him a response, but I do. My hands grip the edge of the table as the mass circles higher, like a snake trying to capture and strangle its next meal.
Something else glides up my inner thigh, and when I glance down, Dane’s hand is on my left thigh, holding me under my skirt, his fingers a nanometer away from my drenched panties.
I clench my thighs, and a groan vibrates between us. It’s loud, but only to us. The classroom focuses on the work while Dane shifts in his chair, not moving his hold, fixing himself. There’s a tingling sensation between my legs, different from my own arousal.
Whatever the connection is between us, it’s getting stronger. I don’t need to look down to know that his cock is solid. He probably doesn’t need to touch me to know my underwear is soaked through, that my core throbs with desperation for his next move.
Absentmindedly, I press myself forward, biting my lip as his fingers slide ever so gently against me. All my nerve endings are on fire, screaming for more. I try to grind against his fingers again, but he lightly slaps my pussy, and I stifle a moan.
He tuts, voice as deep as the ocean. I swallow another moan, flinching as he taps my sensitive area again. How much do you want me to touch you?
I respond by dropping my hand under the desk and sinking my nails into his wrist, gripping him, keeping him there.How much do you want to touch me, Dane?
