Page 30 of Let Us Prey
Good. Maybe he’ll break it under the colossal weight of his own bullshit.
Taking a steadying breath, I meet Cassius’ dark chocolate gaze. “Predators are better,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Only because society says they are.”
This causes an immediate uproar. Some preds even leap to their feet to loudly argue and scream obscenities at me, and pretty soon, the cacophony in the classroom is making me wince. Heather B. already has her phone out, recording the chaos—probably hoping to catch my death on camera to upload later.
“Enough!” Professor Cassius barks and everyone immediately quiets and wisely settles down. “I’ll allow it,” he nods at me again, gesturing that I should add it to the board. “It’s a good reminder that power is largely based on public perception. If you lose face, you lose everything.”
Somethingdefinitelypasses over his face this time, but he spins on his heel and returns to his desk chair before I can analyze what I saw. Instead, I concentrate on adding my answer to the board, annoyingly pleased that he approves.
Look who’s the teacher’s pet now…
The remainder of the block passes quickly as my classmates take turns calling out mostly inane reasons why preds rule—like that they live in Beacon Hill, or that their family vacations in Belize every year.
Good thing no one’s suggesting predators are smarter.
“Don’t worry about erasing the board today, Miss Drew.” Professor Cassius is suddenly so close to me I almost drop the marker in surprise. How someone of his size moves so stealthily is beyond my comprehension, but I bravely turn to face him, determined to not let on that he got the drop on me.
“Will that be all, Sir?” I sneer, demurely batting my eyelashes. “I’d like to go touch up my manicure for…later.”
His gaze drops to the hand in question before lifting to meet mine, although I’m disappointed to find it lacking in lust. The half-intrigued expression is back as he steps closer, peering down at me. “You almost lost control there for a minute, Blondie.”
It’s a statement, not a question, and I bristle under his unwavering stare. “I’m perfectly in control, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
Again, the tilted head, as if I’m a puzzle he’s trying to solve—or a snack he wants to eat. “On the contrary, Iwouldlike to see it happen again, but this classroom isn’t the right venue to let your animal out. Those rich princesses and their idiot princes shouldn’t be the ones who get to make you sweat.”
My horny brain chooses to solely focus on the way the wordsweatrolled off his tongue—how it would feel to have Cassius’ sweaty skin against mine, and whether there was an invitation buried in his comments just now.
“You’d better hop along, bunny rabbit.” His voice snaps me out of my lust-fueled haze and, yet again, an infuriatingly aware smile curls his lips. “We wouldn’t want you to be late for…whatever’son your schedule today.”
Dumbly nodding, I shove past him to hurriedly collect my belongings. At the door, I turn to say goodbye, but find him staring so intently at what I’ve written on the board that I decide it’s probably best not to interrupt.
The rest of the day passes in a blur, with the only constant being my jumbled thoughts. I glance at my hand constantly and am even more distracted than usual during Gothic Literature with the fascinating gargoyle. By the time I return to my room for dinner, I’m practically shaking with need.
Putting on one of my favorite playlists, I kick off my heels but don’t bother removing my uniform before eagerly crawling into bed. Instead of picking out a toy from the box under my bed, I choose to slide my threatened hand into my panties, replaying the moment Professor Cassius told me it belonged to him.
Ariana Grande comes on, and something about her unapologetic lyrics easily conjures up a vision of my combative professor. It’s even easier to imagine him holding that ruler above me—the hitch in my breath at the promise of pain mixed with pleasure signaling that it won’t take long for me to find my release.
I wish I wasn’t alone right now…
NINETEEN
Pour Some Sugar On Me
Sebastian
Ithink my dick’s gonna fall off.
It’s been six days, fourteen hours, and thirty-two minutes since my girl arrived at Apex, and all I’ve coaxed out of her are sloppy kisses and dry humping.
Praise Fenrir, one of the fitness electives I’m teaching this semester is kickboxing, or else I’d have nowhere to direct all this wasted virility. Even Nico is playing hard to get recently, and as he’s the only other pred I want waxing my knob anymore besides little D, my balls are bluer than the waters off of Bloodstone.
I may need to fetch the stick that’s up his ass…
So I can get back in there instead.
Even though it kills me, I’m trying to not crowd my girl, so she can get settled in here on her own. Despite wanting to permanently set up camp inside her dorm room, I’ve managed to limit our interactions to only five texts a day, plus a minimum of three in-person check-ins per week, not counting her elective block.
Super manageable and not at all demanding.
