Page 2 of My Demon Teacher

Will this boner ever go away? For fuck’s sake.

“Here’s a fact no one will tell you. The majority of demons need a human host. They need either a willing participant or a dead one to walk this Earth. Demons from the Infernus dimension, or hell as it’s more commonly known to humans and demons alike, don’t. Chances are, if there’s a demon near you, they’re a hell-demon, but even then, we tend to prefer our dimension over your human realm.”

“Why?” someone behind me asks, and when I turn, I’m taken aback by the composed young man with unruly blond hair and high cheekbones.

He’s kind of handsome, but that’s not what concerns me. It’s that he looks familiar.

I keep staring at him, but he doesn’t notice me, too absorbed by Lucian’s answer.

Who is he? How do I know him?

When he folds his arms and cocks his head, it comes to me as clear as yesterday.

A year ago, I’d returned home after a long day at the apothecary. But neither Kevin nor Mason called me to their rooms. No. It had been Michelle who needed me.

She’d handed me a handful of papers—a bunch of recipes—and sent me to the kitchen to sort out dinner for Mason and his new college friends.

Mason had just started at Lockwood Academy. He’d asked a handful of guys over for dinner, where Kevin proceeded to show off his wealth and power. But, of course, he never told them the full truth of how he got it. He never told them he taught his son to use sex magic to bind their victim and their power to them.

Because, no, I wasn’t their only victim. Both father and son often visited brothels or picked up sex workers off the streets and sucked the life and magic out of them.

Not enough to hurt or kill them, but enough to boast about their range of magical powers for days at a time.

Unfortunately, their wandering ways didn’t mean I got away scot-free. No. No matter how much they got outside the house, it was never enough. They still wanted to unlock my eldritch powers.

I wonder if one of the reasons they never gave up was because they could sense or taste it in my blood. If they could feel the potential, like Lucian, but unlike him, they couldn’t unlock it.

I guess I’ll never know and that’s okay. It’s enough that they’re cat food now and will never hurt me again.

The blond guy stares back at me and purses his lips, shaking me out of my trip down memory lane.

I snap my attention back to Lucian.

The blond guy had been at that dinner. I’m sure of it. But then again, so were a bunch of other rich students. But if he had been at that dinner, surely he should be a sophomore now. Why is he in my freshman class?

Lucian smiles at me, and before long, everyone starts packing up their things and making their way to the next class.

I stay behind, sitting at my desk until we’re alone.

Lucian stops at my desk, looking down at me through his clear lenses. My fantasies from earlier invade my thoughts again.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hi, darling boy.”

Goosebumps prickle my neck. I love it when he calls me that.

“You didn’t tell me you got a job here.”

“I didn’t.”

“Why?”

He pulls a chair from the desk in front of me and sits backward on it, making my cock twitch with even more need because, apparently, I also love a rule-breaker now.

Not that it should surprise me after what we did to the Taylors.

“Does that frustrate you?”