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“I… don’t know what.”
“You don’t NEED to know a thing, dear Orpheus,” he begins as his trailing hand moves upward, along my neck, down my chest, past my abs, until he stops right over my groin. “You FEEL the sizzling connection that ignites the moment your eyes lay on her. Your blood boils when those unique eyes of ivory lock on your very path. Her solidified boldness and unique confrontation of challenges leave you completely smitten with her, and deep down, you know the moment she walks into the dining chambers of Nephilim that everyone will want a piece of her, yes?”
He grips my cock at that moment, making it further harden by his aggressive touch.
“You’ve been fighting to hide your boner the entire duration of the entry trials,” he states as fact as a low chuckle escapes him. “You don’t get turned on the same way with me.”
“Th-That’s…” I trail off because I can’t lie to him.He fucking knows it.“It’s different, Daemon.”
“Prince Daemon,” he reminds but smirks. “Unless I’m deep in your ass with my hand jerking your thick veiny cock into oblivion.”
My twitching cock makes him chuckle.
“Impatient for pleasure but stubborn when trying to admit his feelings,” he taunts. Closing the distance between us, he pulverizes my lips with a toe-curling, sensation-inducing kiss.
My stomach flips with anxious desperation. The urge to forget the ceremony and just be riddled with immense pleasure and bites of pain is a hard temptation my body struggles to refuse.
“I know when it comes to me, though, your self-control is tested,” he reasons against my lips. “Due to the circumstance, I’ll be lenient on you.” He pulls back, his hand slipping from my groin. “At least until after the ceremony.”
Sounds like a blessing, but I feel as though I further cursed myself.
“Now, be a good professor and secure the diamond that’s yearning to be claimed,” he encourages. “But remember...” He kisses me one last time, the press of his lips making me shiver with how cold his touch is. “You’ll learn to share, or else I’ll have to remind you of how easy it could be to keep that Nightmare all to myself.”
Is his usage of the term Nightmare the same as how our kind refers to Vipers?
“Huh?” Daemon is blinking a few times before he’s scrunching his face. “Why the fuck are you upside down?”
I sigh dramatically.
“Can you let me do—” I don’t finish before I’m falling forward, my body face-planting the ground, thanks to good old gravity. “Ugh. Daemon…”
“Oops. Should have spun you around first,” Daemon admits as he helps me up. “My bad. Didn’t think good me would have come out to play.”
“Good?” I stare at him with narrowed eyes. “He is in no shape or form on the side of ‘goodness.’”
“You sure?” Daemon inquires with a smirk. “I could always be the real Prince of Shadows, and he’s the phony.”
“You’re five years younger than him,” I emphasize.
“That whole age difference between us is rather complicated,” Daemon emphasizes. “How am I going to explain that to my students, anyway?”
“We’ll figure it out,” I grumble and try to smooth out my dress shirt. “We need to go. The ceremony to request for the student we want to mentor has already started.”
“Hmm. Serious question, though.” He stops me from walking around him to get my suit coat. We share a tense look, his eyes now a unique mix of blue and purple.His eyes shift colors like a moonstone. “You’re actually intrigued.”
I don’t know how to answer properly.
How do you answer something when you yourself have no clue what you’re feeling for another?
“D’Angelo tried to interfere with her exam,” I change the subject.
“That old douche of a professor?” Daemon already looks pissed off. “He doesn’t even deserve to be in our department of Shadowly Orders. What the fuck would he need from the Nightmare? Besides, doesn’t he realize if he interfered, she could have obtained permanent brain damage?”
“He tried to attack me,” I mutter while the incident flashes in my mind on replay.
“And?”
