Page 58 of Demon Loved
Then I feel it, the intense heady pleasure boiling up through my balls. It shoots out of me, and it feels like I’m engulfed by fire. I come deep inside of her, my fingers digging into her hips as I shoot my seed deep into my mate.
I lean down over her and kiss her lips, before gently pulling out to see my dick stained red. “Are you okay?” I ask, as I pull her up from the desk, chagrin coming over me. “We probably should have done it in a bed for your first—”
“I loved my lesson, Mr. Vanngrenoth. You’ve really made me rethink this whole quitting school thing.” Back in character, Katrina grins up at me. “Maybe I could get some more life lessons from you?”
One question, and my dick is ready for round two. But my mate isn’t. I can tell she’s sore when she winces as she rearranges her skirt.
I quickly bend and pull up her panties so she doesn’t have to. I can’t help sneaking a quick kiss to her thigh.
“I’m certain other lessons can be arranged,” I say as I stand up and smack her hands away from her chest. I tuck her breasts back into her bra myself, giving each one a good squeeze before I do. Then I button up her shirt.
“Katrina, I love you,” I tell her, dropping the counselor-student act.
“I know. I love you too. Thank you for being gentle.”
I chuckle hollowly. “I don’t know that I was gentle enough.”
Her hand touches my cheek, but she doesn’t say anything, her eyes shining happily. Then she turns and grabs her backpack. She looks at the door of my office and sighs. “Part of me really doesn’t want to go out there,” she murmurs.
“You can stay here and talk to me as long as you want.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Trina, you need to talk to someone, because this is clearly upsetting you. And you need someone who understands.” I come around my desk, fixing my pants and zipping them up as I simultaneously retract my horns and shield my red eyes.
Her eyes light up at that. “Oh, I know just who I can talk to!” She smiles widely as she opens the door.
I quickly come forward to escort her out. “Who?”
She shrugs as she walks through the door. “I met this woman…” Her voice trails off when we leave the counseling lobby and enter the hallway.
All around us, students are making out, tongues stuck down one another’s throats. Some are standing, some are sprawled across the tiles dry-humping.
“What the hell?” Katrina whispers.
I even spot two teachers locking lips near the water fountain.
“Whoops.”
Guess I lusted the school a little bit while I was with Katrina. I turn to her and raise my hands in a “what-can-you-do” shrug. Both of us burst in uncontrollable laughter.
20
Katrina
I tapmy fingers against the wooden table as I await Lucy’s arrival. A red eye in a tall cup sits opposite me, alongside a large chocolate chip muffin. My own mocha rests untouched, the heat emitting from the Styrofoam cup warming my frigid fingers.
The coffee shop is practically empty at this time of day, only a red-faced barista, a table of older men, and a lone college student present.
Is she going to come?
Fuck, why did I ask her?
You barely even know the girl, Katrina. Why would she want to be friends with you?
She’s going to think you’re a weirdo, just like the rest of the school.
Retreat. If you run now, then—
