Page 21 of Dragon Heir

Clearly there would be very few strings attached with Professor Sinetar, far less than with Pax or True, neither of whom seem interested in me like that.

The way that Professor Sinetar is looking down at me leaves no room for question that he wants me. His purple eyes are heavy lidded and lazy, and there’s a small grin on his face.

Nerves course through me, but my whole body is tingling, and I don’t want to stop. “Are you going to punish me?”

“Meet me in my office after class is out, Vynessa. You know the way,” he murmurs, his strange eyes darkening with unmistakable lust.

My heart thumps in my chest, and I can feel my nipples hardening inside my shirt.

“Yes, Professor,” I say as I stand.

Professor Sinetar’s gaze sweeps down over my breasts, and a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, and I know he noticed my state of arousal. He quickly licks his lips, and my knees squeeze together instinctually.

“I look forward to teaching you discipline,” he says, his voice a low purr.

A quick flash of images run through my head. Sinetar bending me over that same desk, his hand fisting in my hair as he punishes me. The image is almost too much. My panties are soaked with my arousal, and a blush forms on my cheeks.

“I’ll see you after class,” I manage as I turn away, hoping I didn’t leave a wet spot on the chair.

Chapter Nine

Sinetar

My cock throbs so hard it’s almost impossible to concentrate on the paper some first year is holding before me, the girl’s cheeks flushing with excitement every time I look at her.

“You want the Wysongue Court to fund a trip to Havishire. Why?”

“It’s ancient. It should be preserved,” the girls says breathily. She’s bitten her lips until they’re swollen, and all I can think about is Vynessa’s pouty lips… And how they would feel wrapped around my cock.

“Professor Sinetar?”

“I’m not disagreeing with you, Wonda—”

“Willa.”

“Right. I’m not disagreeing with you, Willa. But you need to look at this from a dragon perspective. If Havishire was made of gold, the queen would readily fund the trip. How can you convince her council that Havishire’s preservation needs your efforts and is worth the expense? Keep on it.”

I pat her shoulder and head toward the table where Vynessa has camped out, already deep in her studies for our next assignment. After checking on her, I consider turning away and avoiding the area. I’ve already walked by more than the reasonable amount of times.

But fuck all that. I want her. And from the look she gives me every time I’m near, she wants me too. No one would have to know. I can keep her after class, teach her a lesson about making a man this horny. She’d be more than willing. One look in her desperate silvery eyes tells me she’d be willing to learn everything I have to teach her.

She may not know it yet, but all her body wants is to fulfill its biological destiny. To be bred, to give the world the child it’s been waiting for. To be fucked all the way, nice and thoroughly, leaving no chance of failure. What do the ancient rules and customs matter? We’re all animals at our core, filled with the same primal instincts. My body wants the same things hers does. If I give in, if I breed her, no one can reverse it. Our bloodlines will mix, my seed planted deep inside her.

Vynessa’s long fingers drum on the arm of her chair. I imagine them wrapped around my stiff shaft. She catches me walking by, and her eyes darken to gold as they catch mine. She bites her lip. Fuck, I want to bite that lip too. Her tongue flicks the corner of her mouth. That tongue longs for a taste of what it’s never had, for the taste of my seed sliding over it, down her throat, filling her belly with sated satisfaction.

I could give her a taste, but I wouldn’t be able to stop there.

I would have to taste her too. I would savor every moment, the strength of her body, the heat of her fire, the treasure between her precious thighs.

I’d devour her, destroy her.

“Professor…” The voice is a low drone that drags me from my fantasies of feasting on my student’s young, untouched cunt.

I peer down the aisle to find Bradley standing there, smirking. The twisted little fuck gives me a toothy grin when he our eyes meet.

“Bradley,” I drawl, strolling toward him.

I don’t make it five steps when the man is in front of me.