Page 7 of Let Us Prey
She flinches at the nickname, and I realize there’s an entire history between her and these bullies, and not a pleasant one at that. But if this girl is going to survive Apex—as godsdamnedprey,no less—she has to behave like the top predator around.
This is your one chance, Blondie.
Understanding washes over her face before she haughtily raises her chin, addressing me even as her voice shakes. “Actually, I think it’syouwho should be punished,Professor.The way you spoke to me was completely unacceptable.”
A collective gasp echoes around the classroom as every pred holds their breath, awaiting my reaction. Although both Bash and I are feared on campus—except by a certain lizard and an immovable rock—it’s universally understood thatIam the Romulus you really didn’t want to piss off. Yet, thisbunnyjust stood up to me.
Good girl.
I walk back to my desk and wrench open the top drawer. Grabbing a battered wooden ruler, I stride to where Delores sits and slam it down on her desk, making her—and her surrounding classmates—jump.
“How ‘bout you stay after class so we can discuss…punishment?” I smirk, growing harder still when her cheeks flush. “And that’s ‘Sir’ toyou,”I whisper before returning to the whiteboard and whatever priceless knowledge I’ll impart on these undeserving degenerates today.
FIVE
Hot for Teacher
Delores
Ican’t take my eyes off of him.
Witnessing Professor Cassius stalk around the classroom—hell, even watching his huge hands hold a dry erase marker while he angrily scribbles on the board—is making me squirm in my seat like a horny teenager. Of course, I technicallyama horny teenager, so I suppose it’s not that surprising, except that he’s so standoffish.
When I stumbled upon the enormous black wolf battling both a bear and a lioness in The Romulus Pack Battle Training Arena during my tour, his skill and ferociousness mesmerized me. Then, when he shifted back into a naked man afterward, something equally enormous caught my attention.
Stop staring at your teacher’s crotch, Dolly!
While I suspected he was related to Bash, now I know they aren’t just brothers, but twins. Given my budding relationship with Bash—if you want to call it that—I’m suddenly finding it very hard to concentrate.
Hard….
“Miss Drew, I’m going to need your eyes up here,” Cassius’ rumbling voice snaps me out of my twin sandwich-filled daydream. “Unless there’s something you’d like to share with the class?”
Despite my mention of Bash’s protection, the Heathers titter while Todd and his bros snicker. My ‘Fuck ‘Em Up, Sis’ list burns against my skin where I’ve stuffed it in my bra this time, but I don’t want to risk pulling it out and drawing more attention to myself.
Revenge can wait.
My cheeks are burning as I lift my chin and attempt to focus on the lesson, but I can’t stop admiring the handsome man before me. Where Bash’s eyes are a shade of brown closer to warm caramel, the dark chocolate of my professor’s pulls me in like a black hole, threatening to consume me. Both have black hair and olive skin tones—they are Romulus, after all—but Cassius' sheer muscle mass makes it abundantly clear who is the head of this family unit.
Sweet Zeus, just imagine how those arms would feel, caging me in…
“Blondie!” Professor Cassius is suddenly looming over my desk. “Get off your ass and erase the board for me, since you’re staying after, anyway.”
Wait, he was serious about that?!
My gaze drops to the wooden ruler on the desk before rising to meet his eyes again, and I shrink from the cruel smirk I see painted on his features. With a start, I realize my classmates are already filing out of the room, leaving me alone with a very dangerous, very tempting predator.
To my surprised disappointment, Cassius returns to his desk chair, his eyes on his phone as I walk over to the whiteboard. I feel like he’s ignoring my presence—which annoys me—so I purposefully leave a single swipe of red marker in the top left corner.
What? I was too short to reach it!
“Go lock the door.”
I stiffen, the hand holding the eraser shaking slightly as I set it down on the tray. Breathing evenly, I slowly shuffle toward the back of the classroom to effectively seal off my only escape route.
“Faster, Miss Drew. Dragging your feet only delays the inevitable.”
If I thought I was wet when Bash was kissing me in my dorm room, it’s nothing compared to the veritable monsoon soaking my panties now. My pussy literally convulses as the lock clicks, but I force my expression to stay neutral as I turn to face my professor.
