Page 10 of Tainted Kitten

You fucking cock head! You’ve fucked her, eaten her, made her come, and now you’re fucking worried about her being your student?

Fuuuck! This is so bad. I should leave. I know I should. I should put distance between us and restore the boundary, so there’s no blurred lines. I should return to being nothing but her teacher.

The thought sends a sharp stab through my chest. I know I should do all of those things, but I don’t want to. Iwantto be here with her, for her. I need to protect her and make sure no one harms her again.

The mouse-like whimper that comes from Rhys kicks my arse, and I slip in under the covers, gently cuddling up behind her. When she whimpers again, I stroke her long dark hair back off her face and bring it over her shoulder so I can see her better.

“It’s ok, baby. I’m here.”

“Ty?” Her voice sounds so small, and I hate to say, very much like the young person she is.

“Yes. I’m here. Is it alright if I cuddle up to you?”

She nods on the pillow, her eyes still closed. “Please.”

That’s all the confirmation I need.

Snuggling right up against her back, my body moulds to hers like we were always meant to fit together, and I inhale the fresh scent of strawberry shampoo as I slide my hand over her waist and hold her tight.

Then she starts to cry.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper as pain lashes the centre of my chest.

She shakes her head, unable to speak as the tears flow almost silently.

The bathroom door opens behind me, and Shaun steps out with steam billowing around him, his face twisted in grief as he takes in our fragile girl. He’s dressed in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, moving quietly around the other side of the bed to glance down at Rhys. Again, his face contorts in agony as he chews the inside of his cheek, struggling with his own emotions.

“So, since I’m putting my identity on the line here and I’m giving you both access to my house, do you wanna tell me how the three of you know each other?” Agatha is leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest and her golden-brown hair no longer in the slick ponytail thing she had it in earlier. Her hair is long. Not as long as Rhys’, but long all the same. She has to be in her late twenties if I had to guess, but what the fuck do I know?

Shaun darts his eyes to me, clearly unsure of what to say.

“These two know each other from school,” I answer and glance back at Agatha.

“Ok. So how do you know the two of them?” One of her brows hitch accusingly as she waits for my response.

Yeah, I’m fucked either way. Clearly, I’m an older guy, and they are both underage, but Agatha said Rhys has stayed here a few times before, which means they have hooked up outside the Feast, even withtheirage difference… so hopefully, it won’t be a big deal?

“I ahhh… teach them.”

Agatha’s eyes widen. “You’re a teacher?”

I’m about to plead my case, but Shaun jumps in before I can.

“Hey, don’t judge. Age means nothing to Rhys. You, of all people, should know that since she’s spent time here.”

“But I’m not her fucking teacher!” Agatha hisses, and Shaun growls like a fucking bear or something.

“Stop!” Rhys rasps out in a strained tone, her eyes fluttering open as she shifts her head to look at Agatha. “They are mine. Both of them. Age and job title don’t mean shit…” She sucks in a deep breath as more tears fall. “They are mine.”

Her eyes flutter closed as her emotions take over, and Agatha’s face softens. “Damn.”

“Do we have to worry about you telling anyone?” Shaun asks Agatha, and her eyes drag from Rhys to him as she shakes her head.

“No. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll keep your secret. But you fuckers better keep my identity a secret, too, or we will have a problem.”

We both nod, and Agatha takes one more look over us before clasping the door handle and pulling it shut.

Shaun sits down on the edge of the bed, propping one knee up so he can face Rhys and me.

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