Page 10 of Monster’s Magic
It’s almost like he’s adding fuel to his already lit fire.
“Move it, Osborn,” Puddlemoan orders just next to my ear. “Else, I’ll throw you into the ring myself.”
I whirl around and face the instructor. It’s not like me to backtalk or give ample flames to theoretically burn me with, but I just can’t seem to help myself today.
“I dare you to place your hands on me,” I warn, then follow it up with, “Sir.”
He chuckles and his eyes crinkle on the sides.
Taking in a deep breath, I begin to turn back around and it feels like I’m about to walk into my own death. It’s there, it lingers and teases my demise, and I’m given no choice in this: face my foe or be disqualified in the event.
And I can’t allow myself to be eliminated. I need these points in this class and I want to prove to people like Dafni I’m not someone to be fucked with.
The line to the circle is at the tip of my toes. The moment I cross over, the match will begin. Glancing down, I realize my bare legs will be exposed to inflicting damage.
Awesome.
“Fucking hell, go already,” Dafni states with a shove, and I stagger forward, almost falling into Shayde’s arms.
It’s almost laughable.
Then, a gravely heavy growl emits from the monster in front of me. His body quakes and I take a step back to avoid whatever he’s about to do. He thrusts his arms out and his shoulders, biceps, pectorals, and thighs double in size… as does his height!
How the fuck am I supposed to best this beast?
As his muscles swell under his clothes, it causes tears and rips in his clothing.
Holy hotness monster-man!
Shayde opens his focus on mine and the fire behind his eyes is burning even more now. He back-steps a few paces and crouches down.
“You better protect yourself, necromancer,” he warns in a voice many octaves heavier than what I heard earlier.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper and start to side-step. I bump into an invisible barrier and turn on the ball of my foot. I smack my hands against the invisible force field. “Are you kidding me right now?” I catch the enjoyment of Dafni and realize how pathetic I must look.
Fuck this and fuck her.
I round my position and face Shayde. “Fine. Then bring it.”
His half-cocked smile gives zero empathy as I witness the muscles of his body tense, ready to pounce on his prey. He springs in the air and traps me against the unseen shield of the ring. His face is in mine and I can feel his breath fan across my lips.
“How do you protect yourself in a real-life situation like this, little one,” he asks.
The term,little one, doesn’t go unnoticed.
I lift my gaze to his and hold it for a beat. Fucking hell, my panties are now wet because apparently my pussy thinks it’s about to have sex with this overly aggressive monstrous beast of a man. As fear pumps through my veins, so does adrenaline and something else I don’t quite recognize. It’s unfamiliar but I focus on it.
Maybe it’s the same magic I had the day my parents…
No. I can’t think about them right now.
The embers behind his eyes flicker once and if I didn’t know any better, I’d swear the proximity between us is affecting him as well.
“Figure out how to protect yourself before I have Shayde finish this here and now,” the professor calls.
My hands are shaking as I bring them forward and place them one at a time on his chest. “You must be so frightened of me.”
I must have caught him off guard by the way he flinches from my words. “How would I be frightened of such a small thing like yourself?” His laughter is thick and he grins. “If anyone should be scared, it’s you.”