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“No.”

“No?” I challenged.

“I’ll think I’ll take what I want from you first.” Blake’s hand slid between my legs, and I gasped as his fingers made contact, slipping between my thighs and into the slick wetness at their center.

“First your pussy,” he murmured, leaning towards me. “Then your blood. Then all of it. All of you, given entirely to me.”

I narrowed my eyes. “How the fuck did you just make that sound hot?”

But Blake had already moved on. Moving his lips down my neck, biting teasingly but not enough to break the skin, then trailing a string of kisses down my breasts, over the planes of my stomach, and down to the tops of my thighs. My legs were already slightly spread in anticipation. Now he shoved them open wider. A whimper crossed my lips as Blake grabbed my wrists, slamming them down on the desk on either side of me, holding them there as he lowered his mouth and dragged his tongue over me. His tongue flitted across my clit, his forearms pressing my thighs apart while his hands held my wrists firmly against the desk, as if there was no way he’d let me escape now. It was primal. Feral. Fucking hot.

I cried out, feeling my hips lifting as the urge to shamelessly press my center against his face overwhelmed me. I bit my lip, arching upwards against his tongue, as I watched him lave and lick my pussy like a starving lion at a feast.

Blake looked up at me, somehow radiating an inferno yet also steely as ice. I was all over his mouth, shiny slick remnants of my arousal coating him like a second skin. “I’m going to let go of your wrists now. Don’t fucking move,” he instructed.

I opened my mouth to protest. Then shut it again. This was what I wanted. What I’d dragged him here for. I managed the weakest of nods and did as he said. His hands caressed my thighs, moving down gently. Then his mouth found my clit again, ravaging it with expertise, as he slid one finger inside me, then another. Nothing had ever felt like this. This intense and incredible pull. The pressure in my clit throbbed. I felt myself on the edge. About to come.

Blake buried his face deeper between my hips, and I could feel the explosion rising. I ground against him as his fingers plunged in and out, in and out.

“Please,” I moaned.

He pulled his face away and stood up.

I looked up at him in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

“Turn around.”

“What?”

“You wanted this, Pendragon. You asked for it. You dragged me here. Need I remind you?”

“No, but you’re doing it anyway,” I muttered.

He smirked—that glorious, infuriating fucking smirk—and unbelievably, I felt the wetness between my legs grow. Hell, if he wasn’t the absolute picture of everything I wasn’t supposed to want. A secret thrill went through me. But mine. I turned around slowly.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Put your hands down flat on the desk and bend over.”

I gritted my teeth but did as he asked. “Really getting into the role-playing, aren’t we?”

His voice was suddenly in my ear with vampire speed. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Miss Pendragon. And now you’re about to be punished. Punished for being the most fuckable girl in the entire blooddamned school.”

I opened my mouth to make a hot retort just as I felt his cock press against my entrance. I moaned; it felt so good. Blake’s fingers expertly strummed my clit.

“Blake, please,” I said, clenching my jaw.

“It’s Professor Drakharrow, actually,” he murmured, his mouth dancing over the soft skin at my throat. “There’s so much I want to teach you about the ways of pleasure, Miss Pendragon.”

“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” I whispered, “Professor.”

“Bloodwing professors aren’t technically supposed to compromise their students, you know,” he breathed. “And yet … here we are.” His teeth found purchase, sinking into the tender skin.

“Here we are,” I gasped. The gasp turned into a moan as his cock slid inside me.

“I can’t believe you came to class dressed like this today, Miss Pendragon,” he murmured, sliding his hands over my ass, then gripping my hips as he thrust.

“Yes, stark naked as always,” I said through clenched teeth. “I find I can focus better this way.” I closed my eyes, losing myself in the blissful feeling of his cock pumping in and out of me. Just when I thought he’d filled me with his length completely, he pulled out, then thrust back in. I screamed.

“I’ll take it that was an appreciative sound,” he said, lapping and licking at my neck before finally pressing his fangs into me. “You’ll receive full marks for this.”