Page 52 of Demon Sworn
But now, there’s a constant stream of students in and out of Van’s office, at least when he’s at school. Apparently, Van, Raz, and Kastros have asked to move to part-time positions, so they’re only around when they need to watch over me. I have no idea how they were able to do that. Maybe Van blew lust into the school board’s faces until they were quite literally willing to do anything for him, even lick his bare feet. Maybe Kastros just glared at them, all intimidating and scary and sex—not sexy. Totally meant to say not sexy.
Stupid Zolroth, getting me hot and bothered this morning, then Van asking me for pigtails. I’m all worked up.
“Sorry,” I reply to Van, flashing him a sheepish smile. “Still processing…everything.” I lower my voice to a whisper, but I can tell he knows immediately what I mean.
His eyes soften, and he lifts a hand as if preparing to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. At the last second, he drops it and sighs.
“The sooner we can stop pretending, the happier I’ll fucking be,” he grumbles.
“I know.” I subtly twine my pinkie with his before releasing. “Soon. Maybe I can go to your office today and get some…counseling.” I’m not the best at dirty talk, but I’m hopeful he hears “counseling” as “dirty schoolgirl.” I still have vivid memories of the way he spread me out on his desk, feasting on me like I was a five-course meal and he’d been starving for decades.
His lips twitch as we finally reach the main office. He’ll stop here, while I’ll travel to my first period class on the other side of the school.
“Do you have questions about your future, Ms. Katrina?” he asks in a low, gravelly voice that has my core tightening deliciously.
“I believe so.” I raise my voice, attempting to impersonate a ditzy bimbo, and heat flares to life between us, so rich and palpable, I can practically taste it. Is this what being a lust demon feels like? If so, I can get behind it.
“Second period,” he instructs firmly, lifting his gaze to stare at a group of students hurrying past us. “My office. We will work on these…issues.”
“I have to warn you I might be a hopeless case.” I finger the straps of my bookbag and bite my lip, glancing up at him through my lashes.
Van gives me a knowing smirk. “I’m pretty sure once I’velaid outall your…options and given you a verypointedpep talk…you’ll know exactly what you need to do.”
I slide my thighs together subtly. Damn. He’s got me soaked, and I haven’t even felt a jolt of his lust magic. I think he can tell what’s going on because his eyes glance down at my legs as he slides his hand into his pocket and not so subtly adjusts himself.
“I’m one of those troubled girls who needs lots of direction.”
“Don’t worry. I’m really good at guiding it,you, into the right spot.” His eyes slide over me, and I swear I melt like a popsicle on a summer day. He reaches out with the lightest of touches and drags his fingers across my shoulder, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. “With my help, we’ll get you exactly where you wanna be.”
“Thank you, Mr. Vanngrenoth.” Ducking my head in faux shyness, I hurry down the hall towards World History. Only when I get far enough away do I grin broadly. The bell rings overhead, signaling that I’m late for class, but that doesn’t stop the giddiness from coursing through me, even when the hallway empties of all students.
Because playtime with Van sounds exactly what I need right now. Maybe I could convince him to use his horns to—
My feet falter when I get to the end of the hallway and turn the corner. I notice David standing at the end of the hall, his arms crossed over his chest.
Stacy’s boyfriend doesn’t notice me as he stares intently at two cheerleaders standing near their lockers, chatting and giggling.
And then…
The two girls begin to kiss each other desperately, their tongues tangling together as they all but rip the shirts off each other, pawing at each other’s breasts through their lacy bras in the middle of the hallat school.
What. The. Fuck.
Shut up, because it’s not the same. I was in an office with only adults. There are flipping underage students here who could run out into the hallway at any time!
Something prickles at the back of my spine, and the hair on my neck stands up. I slide back around the corner into the hall I was just in and peek around.
Girls suddenly making out? I’ve seen this once before, when Van accidentally released his lust through the school and caused a massive orgy.
Did Van do this?
I turn and look behind me, but Van’s gone through the doors to the administrative offices. No, he’s too far away, and there’s no reason he would be feeling lust right now. He may be a lust demon who feeds off of sexy, but he’s faithful to me. Besides, I know he loves me too much to even think about cheating or looking at another man or woman. I’m not being vain. It’s the truth—our connection is too intense to risk marring it.
So then what is this?
I peek again. My jaw quite literally drops when the girls remove their bras and skirts and tumble to the ground, still kissing. Through it all, David stands at the end of the hallway, watching them with an impassive sort of stare.
Is he cheating on Stacy?
