Chapter 3

Darin:

I ached for her.

The way she smelled like vanilla and coffee beans.

The way her white, wavy hair flowed like a river downstream past her round ass sent my heart racing a thousand miles an hour.

Every time I saw her. Every time I smelled vanilla or coffee, I was consumed by my thoughts of her.

"Don't forget," Zelly hisses at me.

As Fae, we have guides. They're supposed to help support us through our journeys.

They connect to us similarly to a Fae mate, but obviously different since they're typically animals.

Zelly was a small chameleon who loved cheese and wine. His taste buds were similar to mine, to say the least.

"I haven't forgotten Zelly," I sigh back at him as students begin to enter the classroom.

The great thing about guides was that we could speak to them telepathically, so our conversations could easily be private.

Zelly crawls onto the palm of my hand and up my arm, perching onto my shoulder, his favorite place to be during class.

I lean back on the hard oak desk behind me, and I sip the hot, plain, dark coffee in the coffee cup Nora got me for my birthday last year.

It was little moves like this that always kept her coming back for me.

I was dedicated to dark arts. I had spent my entire life studying the arts and fully understanding dark magic in every way, shape, and form.

Many practices were forbidden unless they were for scientific purposes.

I didn't originally plan on becoming a professor, but it worked out in my favor this way.

I look around the room, noticing that Nora hasn't shown up yet.

I knew we had a late night, but normally she was still early to class.

"Professor. I did my paper early," Genevieve's voice squeaks in front of me, drawing me from my mindless fantasies of Nora.

"Oh," I sigh, looking down at her.

She's cute, don't get me wrong. Small but curvy in all the right places.

She's wearing an especially low-cut shirt, showing her breasts off like they were on display for the breakfast special at a bakery.

I clear my throat and divert my eyes, trying not to pay too much attention to the way she's making my insides itch. 

"Stay focused, you idiot," Zelly reminds me, making me roll my eyes.

"Thank you, Genevieve. Great work, I appreciate your punctuality," I say, tossing the paper to the side on my desk and scanning the room again.

Genevieve smiles proudly and shuffles up the steps to the second row of seats. The classroom was as you'd expect it to be.

The rows of seats were stacked on top of each other, allowing the students to see the lecture more clearly regardless of where they chose to sit, but there was one seat in the front row that no one ever sat in.

Nora's seat. While we didn't have assigned seats, no one dared sit there.

After day one in class, no one touched the seat their beloved princess sat in. 

Whether out of fear, respect, or otherwise, they barely looked in her direction if they thought she would notice.

A small possessive side of me loved this.

As if, in some weird twisted way, I had the view of her all to myself.

"She thinks she can get away with anything, doesn't she? I told you not to go for the princess you dumbass," Zelly reminds me as we continue to wait for her arrival.

Zelly isn't a fan of royalty in general. 

He continues to tell me I'm steering off and headed towards the wrong path, and as my guide, I should probably listen to him, but we've been over this time and time again.

I had a plan. He just needed to calm down.

We both know it's not forever, but the attraction was there right away. We couldn't help but be drawn to each other, even if it was wrong.

There were some days I considered going back on my plans but I wouldn't. I wouldn't let her fool me into her childish love.

I check my watch, seeing the time, as Nora appears in the doorway. Her cheeks are rosy, and my breath hitches the moment we make eye contact.

I can tell she was rushing to get here, and even in her disheveled state, she sparkles like a gem in the sunlight.

Her blood red lips looked plump and juicy, making my dick stir as if I hadn't had my way with her for hours last night and into the morning.

I hated first period. Having her in my class was a distraction, pulling me from my focus, but she lived for it.

Her subtle cues, the way her lips curved into a smile that may look innocent from the outside perspective, but I knew better.

I knew what she could do with those lips, that mouth, her throat- BZZZZZZZZ.

The bell rings, snapping me back into reality as the students rush to stand and grab their things so they can rush off to whatever useless class they have next.

"Like potions," Zelly retorts, making me snicker.

"Miss Nightingale, please stay after class," I say loud enough for her to hear over the murmurings of the other students.

Some students glance in Nora's direction, but no one suspects a thing.

"You miss me already?" Nora pouts her lips at me.

I lock the door and turn in her direction. My eyes linger on her hourglass figure, barely visible under the layers of clothes she wore.

Dressed as you would assume any princess to be. 

A proper corset gown, expensive silk red material that hung all the way down to her ankles, leaving everything to the imagination.

However, my imagination had hundreds of memories, very vivid recollections of the way she looked with nothing on at all.

My hands rest firmly on her waist, pulling her up and setting her firmly on my desk before I spread her legs apart.

We don't talk much during these times. She doesn't complain, and I like it that way.

"Professor Darin, this is highly inappropriate," she teases me, pulling an honest smile to my lips.

I hate it when she does this. I hate it when she is playful and cute, but that doesn't stop me from crashing my lips against hers.

She instantly moans into my mouth, her hands immediately working my belt undone, wasting no time showing me what she wants.

She knows I'll write her a pass for being late to her next class.

I slide my hands under her dress as she shoves my pants down, grabbing my cock out like it's a gift she's waited so long to unwrap.

Her overpriced panties are quickly pulled to the side, her fingers now gripping my shoulders as she braces for my cock to fill her up in every single way she needs.

I keep her steady by the hips as I slide in and out of her, practically reinventing the term quickie as she leans her head back, moaning and whimpering in pleasure.

My hand covers her mouth, reminding her where we are, but she doesn't stop. Her breath is warm and wet against the hand clasped to her lips.

Her nails digging into my shoulders as she hangs on for dear life, when a sudden knock comes at the door.

Three loud consecutive thuds ringing through room as Nora's teeth dig into my hand from her biting down the noises she wants to make as she cums, milking my cock at the worst and somehow best time possible.