Page 15 of Vayn

“A what?”

“Nothing. Talk to Dean Alykander. He knows more about these duds than he lets on. I’ve got to go. I need to get some rest before my charge wakes up and needs me.”

Stryx continued down the hall.

“Hey,” I called out. “Why are you limping?”

“You don’t want to know.”

Actually, I did. But I had more pressing questions that only Alyk could answer.

“Go speak with the dean,” Stryx called over his shoulder. “Later, if you need to have a drink, come see me. I’ve got a new batch of demon brew in the fridge. You may need it. I know I do.”

Damn. Did he suspect my conversation with the dean to be that bad? I remained in the hallway, watching Stryx until he reached his condo and disappeared inside. Call me crazy, but I’m glad I’m not the only one hating this guardian gig. I turned and gripped the doorknob of my condo. My hand heated up as symbols appeared on the knob.

The symbols circled around the door handle, verifying my touch and my energy. Once they made a full circle, they returned to their original position and then disappeared. My palm cooled instantly. I twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Darkness greeted me when I stepped into my condo. As usual, I headed straight for the kitchen.

I needed a drink. Something weaker than Devil’s Brew, but strong enough to leave a buzz. Pulling my refrigerator open, I scanned the sparse shelves. Found it. I had one bottle left. I really needed to make a trip to the liquor store. I popped the top of my last bottle of Boozy RBCs, then headed into my bedroom.

My conversation with the dean could wait until the morning. I needed to clear my head first. Plus, I wasn’t ready for any fucked-up news. Right now, I just wanted to rid my thoughts of the shit my charge put there. I plopped down onto my oversized black recliner that was facing the window and stared out.

From my place on the three hundredth floor of Shadow Tower, I stared out over purgatory where it was always night. Unlike at the academy, which stood in the valley between the human realm and the shadow realm, light doesn’t shine in purgatory. We’re adjacent to Hell, of course, light didn’t shine here. I took a sip of my drink and sighed, relaxing in my seat. In the corner of the room, my pet growled.

“I’m okay,” I told the pup. “Just stressed.”

The hellhound moved closer to me and nudged his head against my leg, sensing my discomfort. I stared down at him.

“I’ve commanded armies. Guarding one little curvy cursed one shouldn’t stress me. But it does.”

Beastie growled.

“No, I don’t want you to eat her. I want to eat her.” And that’s the problem.

I chuckled, thinking of how different my version of eating her was from my hellhound’s. I closed my eyes as Beastie bounded out of the room, angry that he didn’t get to hurt the one who was stressing me. I brought the bottle of alcoholic red blood cells to my lips again, needing to forget the way my charge had looked in the shower.

It should be a sin to be that damn curvy. Her luscious brown skin had called to me, begging me to touch it. Jealousy tore through me as I recalled the way Dread had kissed her forehead. Though I’d sensed the contact against my lips, it hadn’t been enough. I wanted to touch her with my own hands.

I wanted to kiss her with my own lips. I wanted to push into her as her pussy gripped me tightly, milking me for everything I had. Fuck. Why couldn’t I get that little accursed creature out of my head? Before I could overanalyze what I was about to do, I unbuttoned my pants, then pushed them and my boxers down to free my cock.

I’d hate myself later for jacking off to a half-human. Right now, I needed a release. I wrapped my hand around my already hard cock, gripping it tightly. I imagined her pussy clenching me just as tightly as I pounded into her, releasing back onto her all the stress she’d brought into my life, punishing her for making me want her this damn much.

Two months!

I’ve had to stare at her sexy ass for two fucking months. I’ve had to watch her bite her lower lip when she was upset. I’ve had to listen to her heavy breathing when she was running around the track during gym. I’ve had to watch sweat drip from her neck, into the valley between her breasts whenever her shirt dipped open when she bent over while placing her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

I had to watch her in the shower, water caressing her skin in ways I’d never be able to caress her. Fuck! I pumped my cock harder, faster, trying to chase away this blazing desire. It was forbidden. Not allowed. At least, not for me. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want her.

Liar, Charm whispered.

Ignoring him, I continued stroking my dick. Precum leaked from my tip. I rubbed my thumb over it. My hips jerked as I pictured my charge’s tongue darting out to lick the precum away. Another wave of arousal crashed over me. This need I had for her was insane. In all my years, I’d never wanted someone as much as I wanted her.

My balls tightened. My orgasm was close, so close. I was ready to nut. I pictured her on her knees before me, mouth open, tongue out, ready to catch my cum on her tongue. That image pushed me over the edge. My cock jerked. Cum shot from me as I called out her name.

“Destiny!”

“Vayn?”

Fuck! Now, I was hearing her voice when she wasn’t around. I’m truly losing my shit over my charge. More cum spilled from me as I continued stroking my length.