Page 26 of Midnight Hunt

She pivoted to face me, “That wasuncalled for!”

“You are being made into bait; it is not safe for you to be out on the grounds. Period. You are not to set foot out there till Iallow you. Am I understood?” I barked, setting the tonic down onto the desk. The liquid sloshed but it didn’t bubble up or fizz. I hissed under my breath, “Excellent form, well-made tonic, little witch.”

“Oh! You’re complimenting my potions? Who gave you the right to tellmewhat to do?” She threw her arms out. “I was taking my life into my hands! Obviously this school doesn’t care about my safety.”

“They don’t,” I growled, stalking forward. She stood her ground, staring up at me with those defiant eyes of her. They’d never been directed at me.

“Lochlainn, I didn’t tell you my plan because I knew you’d do this.” She planted her hands on her hips.

“Do what?” I towered over her.

“Try to stop me. Do everything to protect me,” she countered, the defiance slowly morphing into a deep sadness. “I am capable of taking care of myself, and I’m about to show this necromancer who should really be afraid. Just as soon as I get the suspect from Dean Bandur’s lips.”

I took a deep breath in.She doesn’t know. She’s still looking.My gaze roamed over her face, memorizing it.She’s not the one who hexed Amber.Guilt and shame filled my belly as I realized I almost wrote her off just like everyone else on this campus. My hands fell to her shoulders and squeezed them hard. Her body softened, leaning into me and my touch.

“I know you can take care of yourself, little witch. But you shouldn’t have to, and I want to be that person if you will let me.” My fingers brushed up her shoulder to her throat. I felt her jugular jump at the briefest touch. Her mouth parted as I traced her jaw to her chin. I caught that troublesome bottom lip with my thumb, forcing her face further up. Our gazes locked.

“What? Like my…what like my boyfriend or something?” She sputtered, blinking rapidly.

“I’d like to be your partner. Your Lover. Your confidant and your peace. I’d like to be yours.” I tugged her forward by the chin, forcing her into my chest. “I want to be yours, little witch.”

She swallowed hard. “Y-y-you don’t want that.”

“Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t want?” I teased, throwing her words back at her.

Her hands clawed up the front of my shirt. “You’ll hate me. I can be bitter and cruel to strangers who piss me off. I am petty. And I’m stubborn as an ox.”

I grinned from pointy ear to pointy ear. Leaning down near her face, my lips brushing hers so lightly. “I was about to rip Dean Bandur’s head off for offering you up as bait…and I only stopped, because if I went to prison, I couldn’t hold you in my arms at night or chase you through the woods.”

She hiccupped, shaking her head, “You don’t understand how much I want you, Lochlainn, but I can’t—”

“Little witch,” I chuckled, finally kissing her. She relented immediately. Her cheeks were warm, cupped in my palms. I moaned against her lips. Her hands were already snaking up into my hair where they belonged. She tugged on it, and I kissed her harder. Our teeth clicked before we finally broke apart. Gulping down each other’s air, our gazes burning through the other. I confessed on stolen breath, “I am going to do more than breed you. I’m going to see to your happiness, to your heart, to your wellbeing, and our future. Do you understand? There are just as many soft, puffy clouds are there are storm clouds. There are just as many prickly vines covered in poison as there are pretty peonies. Nature knows kindness just as much as it knows cruelty, for its purpose is to protect itself.”

“Lochlainn,” she shook her head, nuzzling our noses together. “Just kiss me and lecture me later.”

“Fine, my naughty student, but no complaining while I make you sit on a couch in the lounge, cunt stinging and full ofcum, as I lecture everyone on the duality of nature and why it’s important to be that way.” I quirked a brow up, challenging her one last time.

She glared at me playfully before her attention flickered to the side. Back behind the draping vines that made up my office. She smirked as her attention returned to me. “I’ll be the most perfectly poised student, ready for lecture if you bend me over you desk now and breed me like you swore you were going to do in the woods.”

“Oh,” I inhaled sharply through my nose. Her scent, thick in the air, coated my lungs. A feral lust broke free in my chest as I growled, “Your backside will regret that request.”

“Promise?” She tossed her long hair over her shoulder.

I snatched her off her feet, ignoring the squealing and kicking, and barreled into my office.

Chapter Sixteen:

~Valerie Contempt~

Wearing a ruffled schoolgirl skirt and button down blouse had been solely to add to the image of innocence. I wanted Bandur to take one look at me and see a little student afraid for her life. It would make it easier to slip the tonic into his drink. I knew the man lived on coffee so there would be easy access.

However, having my torso tossed onto a desk, my skirt flipped up and over my back, and my panties shoved to my ankles woke a different beast in my belly.Why is this my fucking kink? Can’t I have something more original? But nope, of course the witch who sleeps with her teacher has a ‘bad schoolgirl spanked over the edge of a desk’ kink…cliché.

Yet, I still cried out happily as his palm came across my bare ass. It stung in the best of ways. My legs kicked off the side of the desk. I dug my elbows into the desk to leverage myself on top of it. A vine from the willow that hid us from the rest of the greenhouse classroom dropped down before me. It tugged mystriped tie undone and before I could counter it, he’d had my hands bound.

“Shall I cover your mouth, or can you behave enough not to rattle the glass?” he teased, spanking the other cheek. My legs kicked out again. Core tingling and eyes rolling back, I moaned. Lochlain’s rumbling, dark chuckle twisted up my insides. Soon, a tie that was several degrees warmer than me was wrapped around my face. I chomped down onto it eagerly, smiling to myself. He hummed to himself, “Naughty thing.”

His hand caught my other cheek and my muffled groan only made him spank me again. My toes curled in my sneakers. Warm, worn palms rubbed my stinging skin. It sent shivers running down my back. A hand to knot of his tie behind my head, he forced my head up as his next spank came down across my cunt. I choked on my own tongue. It almost made me jump out of my skin. His deft fingers traced my slit down to my collection of curls, then back toward my ass.Smack.Another sent me reeling.Please, oh please,I was such a weak thing for him. I’d promised him to be good, to behave! I’d be a model student if he just shoved his fingers inside me and filled my needy cunt.

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