Throughout the lecture I could feel several sets of eyes on me, but every time I looked around, I couldn’t see anyone actually staring at me, except for Prince Douche who kept winking at me every time our eyes clashed.
“I want you all to look around at each other, somewhere in this room is someone who will become your best friend, someone who will become your worst enemy and possibly even someone who will become your entire world. The support systems we build here will last us a lifetime if you’re all willing to put the effort in. Support systems are important for surviving while living among humans, they allow you to have someone to fall back on when it comes to hunger, bloodlust and using your abilities to get your asses out of trouble.” Professor Carr pauses to let that all sink in and I notice quite a few girls looking around eagerly at all the guys in the room. I can almost see their minds doing the math on which guys would give them the most comfortable life. Not that I can really blame them but considering there’s only a handful of us females compared to males, most of us don’t need to worry about chasing men, if we’re not married by the time we hit our breeding years, we’ll be paired off by the council anyway.
To my surprise some of them even looked to Professor Carr, Kal, Prince Douche, Brax and even Princess as though those guys alone are the answers to their prayers. I almost let out a laugh at the thought of any of them trying to seduce Princess, who is so obviously batting for the other team that he might as well have Gay stamped on his forehead.
The more I look around, the lonelier I feel. Carr might believe the people in this room will make strong connections that will last a lifetime, but I know from past experiences that no one is that reliable. Especially not for a half breed like me. The second someone finds out what I am, they leave.
Professor Carr tells us all to grab out some paper and pens and write the names of at least five people we know in this class, then mingle while the blood donations are passed around. As I’m reaching into my bag, a small slip of paper flutters to the floor, making me frown.
Don’t let anyone touch what is mine again!
What the fuck? I drop the paper to the desk, staring at it in shock. I glance over at Kal, who I had suspected of leaving the first note in my bedroom, but this doesn’t seem like the kind of thing he’d do. Princess was right, whoever is leaving me these notes, can’t be Kal.
After getting my fill of blood and hovering on the edges of the groups, I slip out just as the clock strikes five. I’m completely over today and looking forward to hiding out in my room for the rest of the night.
I stare out at the ocean as the waves lap calmly at the soft golden sand. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been coming out here to calm my mind, but today nothing is helping. Not the sound of the water nor the warmth from the sun. My head is all over the place and it’s all because of a woman. Albeit a woman who could make any man fall in a heartbeat, but she’s a student. Off limits and so forbidden I shouldn’t even have given her a second glance, yet I did.
I gave her a second glance, a third, then I found myself staring at her ass far longer than is polite, but damn, the way her tight round globes peeked out from beneath that skirt was enough to have me practically panting. I’d had to adjust myself several times before I was presentable enough to approach her.
I never got the chance, by the time I’d straightened myself enough to get up from behind my desk, she’d already gone to the back of the classroom and taken her seat. She was too far away to see clearly, but that didn’t stop my eyes from roaming straight back to her every chance there was.
My fist curls into the sand and for a moment all I can think about is the grains sifting through my fingers, but then a small hard piece of sea glass cuts into my flesh. The single drop of blood shimmers in the sunlight, reminding me of her fiery hair. The glass is almost blue in colour, which sends my thoughts to what her eyes would be like up close. Does she have the typical green of most redheads, or are they a deep hazel or is she one of those unicorns with the bright seductive blue that’ll make me feel like I’m staring into the clearest depths of the ocean? I wish I’d had more time to find out. Even when I showed her to her room at the scholarship house, I didn’t get close enough to see her eyes.
No. I need to stop thinking about her. She’s a student. Forbidden.
“What’s got you so deep in thought brother?” Kal’s voice startles me enough that I drop the sea glass and leap to my feet, snarling, “Nothing.”
“You looked just like you did after your break up with Kimberly.” Kal’s dark eyes bore into mine as he studies me for a moment. “You’re not getting back with her are you?”
Why did he have to bring her name into this? That bitch doesn’t deserve a second thought, all she did was cause me drama. She also broke my heart when she chose a royal of higher status than mine simply because she wanted a title and mine wasn’t good enough for her. “Hell no. I was just thinking about someone I met a few weeks ago.”
“Aw, are you finally going to settle down and make me an uncle.”
“What the fuck Kal?” I thump his shoulder, hurting my own hand in the process. “Seriously little bro, lay off the weights, you’re going to end up looking like an ape if you keep that up.” I laugh while shaking my hand. He allows the change in subject, ribbing me on how tiny I am compared to him.
As we head back to our place, I get the strangest feeling of being watched. Careful not to be too obvious about it, I turn my head left, then right, trying to find the person making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, but despite my great vision, I can’t see anyone.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing Kal. Just thought… Never mind.” I shake the thought off and open the sliding glass door of our little town house. Just as I’m pulling the door closed behind me, I catch a glimpse of someone ducking behind the fence of the neighbours place, but I can’t make out whether it’s the neighbour or just some kid cutting through their yard. With a shrug, I pull the curtains and head into the kitchen to make dinner.
Throughout the entire night I’m lost to the allure of Alissa. She’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a woman, right down to the size of her titts. I keep torturing myself, despite the fact I know I could never have anything with her. Even going so far as to picture her face while I’m showering.
The steaming hot water beating against my skin couldn’t stop the torrent of need inside of me, nor could the cold as I switch the taps over, letting the icy sheets freeze me in punishment for having the thoughts I am over a student. After several seconds of punishing myself, I find my hand gripping my rock-hard cock. Closing my eyes, I hang my head, leaning forward with one hand splayed across the tiles of the shower. My other hand squeezing my cock in a grip so tight it should be painful, but it’s not. It’s sheer torturous pleasure.
My mind plays out all the dirty little fantasies I want to enact upon her tight little body. Starting with the way I’d slam her back into the tiled wall, before running kisses all along her collar bone as I strip her of the confines of the little black tank top she was wearing in class today. I’d slide my fingers in a slow trail up her thigh until I hit the sweet spot between her legs, making her whimper and plead for me to go further.
I’d take each of her pert little nipples into my mouth, first through the lace of her bra, then tearing through the fabric to get to her flesh. I’d lick and bite her until she moans my name. Her hands gripping my hair to hold me where she wants me the most. I’d drop to my knees for her. The only woman who could ever get me on my knees and she has no clue that I’m that willing.
That obsessed with her.
I’d bite and suck her until she’s grinding down on my face, begging for my tongue to fuck her hard and fast, not that I’d let her come. No, she’s got to earn that.
I’d have her so close to the edge that her legs would tremble, barely able to keep her upright as I feast upon her tight little pussy. She’d be begging for my cock as I peel her knickers down her legs, torturously slow, teasing her sensitive flesh with nips and kisses as I draw them all the way to the floor before jumping to my feet and turning her around to face the tiled wall. Once I have her completely at my mercy, I’d flip that tiny skirt she has on and slam into her, hard and fast, taking everything she has to give without remorse.
My hand pumps harder at that thought, putting my fist into my mouth to stop the groan from echoing around the empty bathroom. My mind conjures the image of her face lost to the bliss of an orgasm and my balls tighten, drawing me ever closer to that moment when my cum paints the wall of the bathroom. It only takes the thought of her screaming my name as her entire body explodes in pleasure at my hands and I’m cumming, breathless and completely spent. Her name falls from my lips like a prayer.
As my load blew I could have sworn I heard her calling my name. Not in my imagination but in real life.