Page 1 of My Demon Teacher
CHAPTER ONE
“I DOUBT ANYONE CARES ABOUT ME AROUND HERE.”
“Welcome to Demonology 101.”
What is going on? Why is Lucian in my classroom? And why does he look even more gorgeous than usual? Is that a glimmer in his eyes?
His gaze lingers as he paces in front of the black chalkboard, and whatever hum has been going around the room dies down. “I will be your teacher and guide in the world of demons and gods.”
A girl at the front shoots her hand right up, and Lucian discreetly rolls his eyes.
“I thought our first class was Potion Making for the Novice,” she says.
“Potion making has been moved to next semester. When Dean Colchester heard of my expertise, he decided demonology is far more crucial than learning to make juice.”
The same student raises her hand again.
“How are you experienced to teach us demonology? No one knows much about demons, let alone if they really ex?—”
Lucian faces the class and my breath catches as his wings materialize behind him and his hands set on fire.
“My name is Lucian, and I’m a hell-demon of protection. You can call me Master Lucian. Any further questions?” His voice is several octaves lower than normal and several classmates lean back in their chairs, the color washing off their faces.
The girl in the front shakes her head. Lucian tucks away his wings, adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and puts his hands in his pockets.
“I thought so. Now…let’s see what you know about demons.”
He goes around the room quizzing the students, but no one seems to know much. Hell, even I don’t know much, and I’m dating one. The one teaching me right now, to be precise.
How did this happen?
We’ve been together for a week, whatever capacity or form that has taken. Is he my boyfriend? And why does the term feel insufficient when referring to a hell-demon?
Regardless, it’s been a week since we met and he freed me from the Taylors’ blood bond that had trapped my mother and me. We’ve talked a lot, we’ve fucked a lot—far more than I thought I’d ever want to before I met him—and he never mentioned his new position at Lockwood Academy.
Was he trying to surprise me?
Well, consider me thoroughly surprised.
“Everything you know…is wrong. Demons are the same as gods and vice versa. None of us are saints, and none of us are pure evil. We’re as varied and complex as humans. We’re as unique as witches. We have our domains, but we all share a set of standard advanced powers the rest of you don’t. Like our strength and stamina, our ability to heal, and the power to create spells as easily as taking a breath.”
I wonder if he’ll tell them about his potent load. The reason why I’m a fully manifested witch.
The memory of the way he claimed me, the way he entered me and kissed me while making me his, assaults my senses. I have to bite my lip to stop from popping a boner in class.
I have a feeling this will be a recurring concern this semester. And beyond, if he continues teaching all levels.
It’s not even the teacher thing. I mean, not that I’m complaining. I’ve never had a thing for teachers, which doesn’t say much since I haven’t had a thing for anyone before him.
Well, maybe Tom Ellis from the TV show Lucifer, but even he had been just a celebrity crush. One I fantasized about rescuing me all the time.
But now that Lucian is standing before me, all tall, dark, handsome, and speaking with authority and prestige, I can see why some people have a thing for their teachers.
I wonder how many of my new classmates are fantasizing about him right now. How many are picturing themselves in their beds, being claimed by Master Lucian?
Well, I have one up on them because he’s already claimed me, and he’s mine. No matter what they dream up in their little heads, he only belongs to me.
I cross my legs and try to listen to the words coming out of his mouth.