The stubble along his jawline helps define his prominent features as his fiery red hair complements the brush of his desert bronze skin. And those eyes, mixed with sky blue and lavender, shadowed by an amazing length of lashes…
Handsome is putting it mildly.
“Uh huh, I thought so.” Blaise’s tone pulls me away from ogling my professor. Odd how his face continues hiding beneath a lingering shadow, like he is placed in the perfect spot to be hidden.
Scribbling in his little brown leather book, he pauses to render a side-eye of me, and I catch a glimpse of his features. Tousled raven-black curls, which appear…neat in a way, with the side facing me shaved. His eyes remain hidden behind a foggy shadow, but the corner of his lips perk as I watch him grin.
Nervous, my pitch lowers. “Thought what–and what are you writing?”
“You like him,” he rebuts, pointing at said professor. Once more, all heads turn our direction thanks to him not understanding the concept of whispering. In haste, I frown, smacking his hand down.
“No, I don’t.” I try not to implode from his outburst. Moreconfusion spreads amongst the masses, and I pray for a hole to swallow me.
“Kyra has a temper and disagrees. Interesting,” he announces, scribbling more into his book.
“Stop,” I plead. He isn’t wrong, but I prefer that no one else knows. Plus, why is he interested in me? We barely know one another. There are plenty more students here, so can we get back to Draco, or can he move, because Blaise is working my damn nerves.
Up front, our professor clears his throat, and I hope he didn’t hear any of this, but he sighs, staring at us both.Great. Now he thinks I’m lusting after him. I mean I am, but in my head, so it doesn’t count.
“This rule needs to be written on the board. Why, you ask? Because, if any of you persistently ask me when it’s coming, you’ll be prohibited from participating in the ritual. Heed this second warning, for once the opportunity is missed, the God himself will seek vengeance. And I won’t be the one he comes for when it inevitably happens.” He smolders. Or glares. Nope, he is smoldering and drawing attention to his broad, toned shoulders.Kyra stop.What is wrong with me?
A flick of his hand and, ‘The book will come when it decides to,’ writes across the blackboard. Students break into a whisper, chatting amongst themselves with small sentences reaching me.
“I want him as a bond. I’d let him thrust into me until the sun comes up,” murmurs the same female from before, who eye-fucked him walking in.
“By the Gods, he’s an Earth user. I heard their cocks are blessed by Eros’s brother, Himeros. You know what that means?” whispers another. These females are practically drooling at the mouth, yet here I am confused at what kind of book has them behaving this way.
This class just started, and I have three more questions than before I walked in. What is a bond, why is there a rule about getting naked, and now this book? What kind of class–no Academy is this? Asking Blaise is pointless. He is busy jotting down notes, but above everything else, he is a dick. So, silence is my best option.
My stare returns up front, and I notice he too is observing the room. But like a damn calling beacon, those beautiful azul and lavender irises stop on mine, luring me in with a devouring presence. My inner self cowers into the shadows hidden within my mind, and for an everlasting second, the urge to look away doesn’t exist–yet it does.
He squints, and a feather of flush layers his cheeks. Maybe it’s the above light, or perhaps my vision is playing tricks on me. Before examining further, he stands, turning around, and oh–hell I wish he hadn’t. The one thing most guys I’ve come across have lacked, he has. A nice ass.I mean look at it. It’s begging to be squeezed. Firm and perfectly round. Damn!
“Kyra,” he calls, and my heart leaps out my throat.Did I say that out loud?My jaw lingers open with blood pooling under the skin on my cheeks. “Can you please tell me the first rule?” He turns, facing me in tandem with Blaise reaching under my chin and pushing my mouth closed.
“Here, let me help you with this,” he chuckles, then jots something down in his little brown book. I scoff, vowing by this class’s end that it’s going in the trash or being burned.
“Kyra?” our professor repeats. The grain of his voice is thick and low while being clear and demanding.What is up with these men–fays, and their attention-grabbing voices.“Need I ask again, or do you require a moment to contemplate your answer?”
“N–No sir,” I stutter over my own thoughts. *Sigh* “Your first rule is under no circumstance are we allowed to show affection here.”
“Good. I hope everyone retains it as easily as Kyra.” He gives one last look before dismissing me. “Now, let’s move on to today’s lesson.”
Adding salt to my wounds, Blaise chimes in, “I for sure thought you’d forgotten. You know, with the whole eye thrusting you’re giving him, but kudos to you.” He nods, closing his book.
“No one is eye…” shrinking my voice, I continue, “thrusting, or whatever you call it, anyone. Stop starting shit and go back to yourseat.” He reaches for his pen, without averting his eyes, and prepares to write.
“Don’t you dare.” I clamp down on its leather cover.
He leans against the marble backdrop, raising both hands in deceitful surrender. Once my hand lifts, he snatches it and begins scribbling away. I snort, realizing nothing will stop him from writing.
“Moving on, my name’s Caspian, but it’s unlikely you’ll remember it, so, call me Cas. Leader of House Earth, and a second year. Marcel, whom some of you have met, ranks number two in my House. From time to time, you’ll catch him sulking and challenging me. Pay it no mind. He was House Earth’s leader before I transferred. You can call it a rivalry. I, on the other hand, consider it an inconvenience,” he says, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Where did you transfer from, sir?” one of the females asks.
“An answer I’ll address later. And please, just Cas. No sir, professor, teacher, or lecturer. Cas.” He sweeps the room, looking at all those cemented on him. “Now, if everyone can hold their questions, I’d prefer to continue.”
It makes sense he is a transfer. Ridiculous as it sounds, he is the only one I’ve witnessed displaying any form of manners. No talks of killing, death, or fighting, and he says please. A true gentleman.A fine ass gentleman. Look at him. Standing there in all his delicious…
