Page 38 of Zombies, Satyrs and Vampires, Oh My!

“My dick is pretty big too, I just don’t have it hanging out all the time,” Chris says. “And mine has barbs on it. Consider it ribbed for your pleasure.”

I think I might have just thrown up in my mouth. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” I murmur. “That does not make me want you.”

“Careful,” Jace warns.

“Can you just leave, please?” I ask Chris.

I hear the scrape of the bench behind me, then Jace’s hooves clip-clip against the stone floor. Then a wall of heat warms my back, though he’s not actually touching me.

“You heard the lady,” Jace says, his voice stern and growly.

The deep timbre of his voice is like a soft caress against the backs of my arms. I shiver. He’s so sexy. I am definitely hot for teacher when it comes to him.

Chris makes that weird growling noise again and I realize it does sound similar to a house cat’s. I won’t tell him that.

“When you’re done with this freak, you know where to find me,” Chris says. Then he glares at Jace. “But you and I are not done, dick boy. You better watch your back.” Then he swipes his hand through the air, his fingers now tipped with rapier-sharp claws.

Finally, he leaves. I sag against Jace, who manages to hold me upright. The press of his heavy erection against my back shoots awareness through my body.

He sucks a breath in through his teeth. “Goddammit,” he says.

“I’m sorry he threatened you. I had no idea he’d gotten attached to me or whatever. I mean I never gave him any indication that I welcomed that kind of possessive behavior.”

“You dated him?” Jace’s hands grab my arms, but he makes no move to try to turn me to face him, just holds me in place.

“We sat at the same table once, at Lucky Beans. We exchanged a few sentences and then he asked me to meet him a second time and well, I wanted some matcha tea, so I went. We have absolutely nothing in common. And he has no neck.”

I lean further into Jace. “There’s no spark with him.” Jace’s hands tighten and he straightens my body lifting it away from his. I close my eyes.

He steps away from me, leaving me cold without the warmth from his large frame.

“We can’t do this,” he says. “I can’t do anything with you, Harriet. No matter how much I might want to.”

I spin to face him. “Why is that? Is it because I was your student? Because I’m younger than you?”

He frowns. “No, it’s because you’re a human and I’m a fucking monster. This,” he points at his dick. “Is becoming more and more difficult to control.”

“Then let me help you,” I offer.

He shakes his head. “And risk me hurting you because of my fever? No!” He slashes a hand through the air. “I will not injure you for something that wouldn’t even work.”

“How do you know it won’t work? How do you know I can’t break your curse?” I ask.

“I’m beyond saving now. I can’t expect someone as beautiful and perfect as you to be able to—” He shakes his head. “Don’t come back here, Harriet.” Then he turns and sprints away.