Year Two: Rebels - Cara Wylde Page 0,43

got the message. She gave me a wide smile and poofed away, leaving a tiny cloud of pixie dust behind,

“Two Unseelie warriors. I hired them myself when you didn’t show up. Where have you been?”

He stepped closer to me and ran his hands up and down my arms. His fingers reached the transparent cast, and he touched it gently. Inside, he could see my arm healing.

“What happened? Did Domina did this?”

“It doesn’t matter. I was in Heaven, taking care of business. Now I’m back.”

“I was worried about you. Headmaster Colin was worried, too, and Nefertari Maat wants to resign.”

I chuckled. “Really? Well, she did lose a student.”

“The first time it has ever happened to her. She can’t live with herself.”

This time, I laughed. She’d been a bitch to me countless times. She deserved it. Of course, I didn’t want her to resign. But there was plenty of time to think about Professor Maat and her job. I bit my lower lip as I studied Adrian from head to toe. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a shirt. The first two buttons on his chest were open, but that wasn’t nearly enough. The classroom next to us seemed to be empty. I took his hand and pulled him inside.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

I shut the door. There was no lock, but that only made things more exciting. In seconds, I was all over him, lifting myself on my toes, smashing my lips against his. He grunted softly and allowed me entrance. My tongue found his, and we battled for dominance. His hands were in my hair, and my only good hand was on his chest, touching and exploring. I started unbuttoning his shirt, eager to feel his soft chest hair under my fingers. My other hand was between us, making the whole experience a bit uncomfortable. I felt myself grow wet between my legs, and I realized how much I wanted him. When I’d pushed him into this empty classroom, I thought I only wanted a kiss. No. I needed so much more. I needed him to take me like he’d had that first time. It had been too long.

“Wait.” He breathed out as I pushed myself against him, trying to make him shut up with my lips. “What did you mean when you said Davien chose you? Are you seeing Krause?”

“Shut up.”

“Yoli…”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

That lit a fire in his eyes. He forgot about Davien as he tore my blouse open. I was wearing a shirt with buttons, since it was easier to put on than a regular pullover. But the damn sling was in the way, as well as my stupid broken arm, so Adrian didn’t bother with the bra. He cupped my breasts appreciatively, then spun me around, and I ended up bent over the teacher’s desk. He pulled my pants down, and I wiggled my hips to help. Soon he was rubbing himself against me, his erection still clothed. What was he waiting for? Someone could walk in on us at any minute. Classes were about to end.

“Hurry up,” I begged.

He squeezed my ass, then rolled my panties off my legs. I heard him unbuckle his belt, and my pussy throbbed. The tip of his cock was at my entrance.

“Do you have a condom?”

“N-no.” He sounded confused.

I rolled my eyes. Why the fuck were men never prepared? I didn’t have one, either. I remembered the extra morning after pill I had stashed away and concluded it wouldn’t be the end of the world to take one again.

“Nevermind, just do it.”

“But…”

“Today, Professor Wyvern,” I grinned. “Fuck me today.”

He growled deep in his chest. I could tell he was turned on when I called him Professor Wyvern. I braced myself as he pushed his cock inside me. I only had one good hand to lean on, and I didn’t want to fall on my face. I moaned as he went all the way in. It felt amazing, and after everything that had happened in Heaven, I needed it.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered.

“Well then, fuck my tight pussy, Professor. What are you waiting for?”

He leaned over me and sank his hand in my long blond hair. He pulled slightly as he whispered in my ear: “God, Yolanda. Do you even know what you’re doing to me?”

I grinned. He couldn’t see it, but I knew he could feel how smug I was in that moment.

He straightened his back, grabbed my hips,