“You are still sore, little human. This does not mean I cannot kiss it to make it better.”
She was sighing as he kissed down her body. “Tell me secrets of yours,” he said, before licking a nipple.
“Mmmm,” she groaned in appreciation. “Let’s see. I’m allergic to peanut butter.”
“I’m very sorry to hear it.”
“I’m double-jointed in a lot of areas.”
“This explains much of what you did last night,” he said, spreading her legs and anchoring his shoulders between them.
“And I was…oh gods, Terak. Do that again.”
“I am yours to command.”
Chapter Thirty-One
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Terak leaned her over the bed. The sheet was cool as it slid over her nipples but behind her, he was an inferno, his thighs behind her, his cock rubbing the valley between her thighs…
A knock sounded at the entrance of the teacher’s lounge and Taneasha Jackson stuck her head in. “Miss Miller?”
Maybe fantasizing about her sex life during the school day wasn’t the best idea ever, even if she was on a break. Larissa drew in a deep breath and hoped her voice was steady when she said, “Yes?”
Taneasha looked nervous, her eyes darting to the side before coming to meet hers again. “I was wondering if I could talk to you?”
The girl’s worried tone was enough to shake off any vestiges of embarrassment. Larissa motioned with her hand. “Of course, come in.”
Taneasha made sure the door was closed before walked to stand before Larissa and started talking again. “Miss Miller, I need to talk to you about something important. But before we start, I need you to promise you won’t get upset with me.”
Oh no. Was Taneasha pregnant? On drugs? Larissa took her hand. “I promise I’ll never get upset. I always want you to feel like you can come to me.”
Taneasha nodded, licking her lips. “Miss Miller… I’m studying magic.”
It was so far from what Larissa was expecting that full comprehension took several long moments. “Excuse me?”
“My mom forbade it, but I love it so much. I have a gift for it, my Master – that’s what you call your magic teacher – he told me so.”
This was not good. This was very not good, and Larissa’s stomach dropped as horrifying possibilities for the girl in front of her flitted through her mind. “Taneasha, this is serious. You can’t practice without the proper guidance. Magic is regulated for a reason, and it is always forbidden within the city.”
“I know, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity to learn. My family would never have permitted it if I asked them.”
No, Larissa knew enough about Taneasha’s family to know it was not even the remotest possibility. She ran her hands through her hair. She was bound by oath to report this, but if she did, this girl would be severely punished. “Taneasha-”
Before Larissa could finish, Taneasha broke in. “Miss Miller, I told you this because something bad is happening to you.”
That caught Larissa’s attention. “What?”
“My Master says that once you start learning magic, you begin to feel when things aren’t right with the people you care about and…well…” she blushed and looked away, then brought her attention back to Larissa. “Anyway, I’ve been having a bad feeling about you, so I’ve been casting spells, on my own and with my Master’s help. They are meant for your protection and your welfare. And I’ve discovered some things.”
Taneasha looked around, and then, from her backpack, she brought forth a globe. “Don’t touch this, just look into it.”
Larissa did. She was looking from someone’s point of view, though whose was anyone’s guess.
The mystery person walked into a large grove. From the looks of the grounds it had to be sometime in summer, early autumn at the latest.
As soon as the mystery person laid eyes on the female in the distance, they stopped.
It was the Oracle. She was wearing more than what she wore at the club, but not by much. A diaphanous white gown, with a square neck but high slits running along both thighs. She wore a gold collar and large gold cuff bracelets.
“Very punctual, Clan Leader of the Gargoyles.”
And Terak’s voice answered, “I am grateful I can say the same for you, Oracle.”
Larissa was seeing through Terak’s eyes.
She wasn’t going to invade Terak’s mind like this. About to pick up the globe and give it back to Taneasha, she paused when she heard the Oracle say, “Her name is Larissa Miller.”
“And what care I about a human woman? Gargoyles are not bodyguards, nor are we your lackeys.”