Page 83 of The Headmaster’s Rule

Finally, finally, the evening comes to an end and the lights come on as Danny instructs everyone to begin cleanup. I scour the hall for Eleanor, but there’s no sign of her. Need, sharp and urgent, propels me to the stairs. Passing Danny, I mutter something about making an important phone call, then I take the steps two at a time. It’s quiet and dark on the top floor, and disappointment plummets through me as I stride along the hall and fling open my office door.

But there she is, waiting in the dark, her fairy lights glowing.

Thank fuck.

I shove the door closed, lock it, and turn to her with a low growl.

“Come here,” I demand, and she rises, crossing to me in an instant.

I don’t wait before taking her mouth, gripping her waist as I pull her in close. She whimpers, arms twining around my neck, and heat consumes me. It’s not enough. I need more.

I should send her home. Stop this freight train before it veers off the tracks.

But I can’t.

Maybe it’s the costume. Or the way she looked at me earlier. Whatever it is, I’m done pretending to be better than this. I’m not the man I thought I was, all control and restraint.

No. I’m dangerous. Reckless. A fucking caged animal who’s been denied too long.

And it’s not only me who wants it. Her hands are already at my belt, tugging with purpose, every trace of innocence gone. Just watching her fumble with the buckle has my cock thickening.

“God, Theo,” she rasps, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. “You look so fucking hot.”

“Shit, Eleanor.” I growl as she licks my throat. “I thought I looked absurd.”

She huffs a laugh against my skin, then sucks my earlobe into her mouth. “No.” The way she says it, like she’s as desperate for me as I am for her, makes my cock ache.

I reach for her hair, intending to pull it loose, and realize I’m still wearing my gloves. But when I move to take them off, she stops me with a shake of her head.

“Please don’t.” Her voice is a low, husky purr. “I want to be fucked by this sexy werewolf.”

Christ. I love when she curses like that.

“Here?” I ask, and she gives a fervent nod, finally undoing my belt, my zipper, cupping me through my underwear. Lust burns through me like wildfire, and any illusion of control slips away.

It’s late, I tell myself, as I plunder her mouth with my tongue. After school hours. No one’s up here.

And even if this is a terrible idea, there’s no way in hell I can stop.

CHAPTER 28

Eleanor

Idon’t know what I’m thinking, asking Headmaster Wright to fuck me right here, in his office. It’s wrong. Illicit. Something we’ll probably regret in the cold light of day.

But I can’t help myself. Not after I saw him with that little boy, so tender and gentle. Not after watching him all evening in that costume.

My God, the costume. There are no words for how divine he looks. I knew he’d be here tonight, but I didn’t think he’d actually dress up. I was teasing when I texted him this morning, expecting a snarky comeback. Expecting to see him in his usual attire, stiff and buttoned-up.

So, rounding the corner to find him looking like that, disheveled hair, intense features, scruffy clothing, and a hint of something feral in his gaze…

Holy shit.

I’ve never seen him look so raw. So… predatory. Like he could drag me into the dark and ruin me, and I’d beg him to do it again.

Tonight was a bit of a mindfuck. I mean, I know I’m at work, but the hallways I walk every day, the place I teach, felt like an alternate dimension. Fog and shadows everywhere.

And him.