10. “Can I…study you this semester, sir?”

"…andthese are the basics of a summoning. However, what have we said about demons?" I look around the classroom as two students raise their hands.

My gaze lands on Yu-jin for a moment or two, and my heart starts pounding. He smiles and leans forward on his desk as if he doesn't have a care in the world. As if he doesn't care who and what they know about him. About us.

And I like it.

He is my fiancé, after all. I'm not going to hide him from the world. Not anymore. Never again.

I will also protect him from anyone who may want to cause him harm. That's why I took care of the witnesses from the dorm that night too. I didn't hurt them. Just took their memories while Brimfang made the bodies disappear.

I smile back at my Yu-jin, and he cocks his head to the side, his stare boring deeper into me, making my insides all warm and delicate.

He's been different since that night. Since the incident. Different since that eldritch creature decided to bond with him and since he killed Ryan. Since I proposed to him.

I don't know if it's just one or all of it mixed together that has made him more confident, more…reckless, but I wouldn't have him any other way.

"Ms. Andres." I point to one of the students with their hands up and pry—or at least try to—my eyes off Yu-jin. Off my fiancé. My boy.

"Every demon is different, so what works for one might not work for another," she answers.

I nod, and I can't help it. I look back at him.

Isn't that the truth? Had it been any other demon he had summoned, they wouldn't be here today. Neither of us would. Any other demon would just do that job they were bound to do and probably exorcised as soon as it was done. They may have got rid of his step-family, but they wouldn't have made love to him. They wouldn't have awakened his powers, and Yu-jin wouldn't be at Lockwood now. Who knows where he would be without his powers. Without me.

But even worse, I wouldn't be here either. I wouldn't have met him, and I wouldn't know a demon could be summoned by someone so pure and kind. Worst of all, I wouldn't have met my soulmate. The person I've always been looking for but didn't know it.

"And what's the best way to find out about each individual demon?" I ask, still looking at him, still watching.

I know everyone can see me staring, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter anymore. Soon, they'll know we're getting married. Soon, they'll all know he's mine and only mine, and if anyone dares touch him, they will die a cruel death.

"To get to know the demon himself," Yu-jin answers, his eyes glued to me as well.

I catch my breath for a second. That's exactly what he did, isn't it? He got to know me. He gave me his time, his body, his heart.

He didn't treat me like a tool to get his revenge. He didn't act like my master even though he was. He treated me with kindness. Even when my hellcat almost ate him alive.

My entire body is on fire under his watchful eye. I can't help it. I can't help that I respond to him, to his every word, his every move, his every twitch.

I put my hands in my pockets. My thumb rests on the tip of my hard cock without meaning to.

Shit.

I don't need an erection while teaching. Especially when I can't take care of it at once.

"That's correct, Mr. Jung. Well done."

I lick my lips and force myself to turn my back to him, to all of them. I attempt to take a breath. Then another.

This may be harder than I thought. Teaching my future husband for a semester. I may have to get out of this class. It's not like I can give him preferential treatment on the subject. It wouldn't be fair.

"For this semester…" I clear my throat, take my hands out of my pockets, and stand behind my desk—hoping to hide how much I'm throbbing for my darling student—and face them all again. "I would like you to research a demon god, whether from myths or legends, and write an analysis on them. Find out what makes them unique, different, what their powers and weaknesses were. And most importantly, what makes them as human as you."

I see several pens scribbling on their notebooks. Others are simply watching me. Yu-jin is one of them. And then there's the empty seat behind him. Mr. Byron's.

"You're free to go."

My students nod and pack up, clearing the class over the next five minutes, but I stand behind my desk and stare at him. My Yu-jin. The only one who truly matters in this world.

"Everything all right, Mr. Jung?" I ask him.

Yu-jin gets up and approaches the desk with slow, sensual steps that accentuate his hips as he moves.

"Oh yes, Master Lucian. I just have a question." He leans forward and rests his head on his hands.

"Wh…what is it, Mr. Jung?"

His wonderful citrusy scent invades my space, and it makes my cock pulse harder. I don't think I can control myself much longer.

"It's about class. Can I…study you this semester, sir? After all, I'm marrying you. I feel like it's only fair."

I swallow and stand up. Yu-jin's eyes drop to my crotch, the outline of my cock filling my pants in minute detail.

"Of course you can, Mr. Jung. What would you like to study first?"

"That!" He points at my cock and lies down on the desk.

His face is only inches from my cock, but not for long. He lifts his hands and unzips my pants.

He frees me, and I flick my fingers. The indistinguishable bolt of the door clicks into place, and I look down at my fiancé.

"Sure, Mr. Jung. It's all yours to study."

"Thank you, Master Lucian," he says and keeps his gaze on me as he guides me into his mouth.

Heat envelopes my crown. His tongue lashes against my slit and my knees weaken from the contact.

"Oh my, Yu—Mr. Jung. That is very thorough research, don't you think?" I can't help the stutter.

I move my hand to his head, his hair, and tug at it a little. The force makes him release most of my cock, and he uses his tongue to lick my undercarriage.

"I'm a very good student, Master Lucian. I love doing my homework for you."

At that, his tail slithers out of his backside and wraps around my cock and balls like a cock ring. I pulse against his lips and push myself back into his mouth.

Each thrust makes my muscles tense. Each time his nose touches my groin, a growl rises up my throat, higher and higher, until I'm roaring.

The heat fills my body like my hellfire never could. Every touch makes the claw in the pit of my stomach scratch a little harder, a little rougher, a little stronger. I close my eyes, squeezing them to tame the beast inside me.

His tail tightens around me, but that doesn't help. I'm close. I'm so close to releasing my load that I stand still for fear of letting go too soon.

When I open my eyes again, he's on all fours and using his free hand to play with his own cock. His ass is exposed. I want nothing more than to claim it, but I…I can't move. Besides, I won't last long, and I know it.

"Turn over."

"Hm?" My cock slips out of his mouth with a pop, and I take a breath without feeling like I'll spill my load.

"Turn over. I want to see you."

He pouts with a cheeky smile and lies on his back. He slides me back into his mouth and continues to suck my cock as he massages his own.

I don't know where to look. At my length entering his mouth? At the way my cock fills his throat? Or the way his hand beats his own erection.

I do know where I don't want to look. At the markings on his body. The scratches, the cuts. The years of abuse marked on him like landmarks on a map.

I do look at his other cuts however. The ones on his hands. The ones he inflicted on himself to summon his creatures.

He's a sight to behold. A beautiful, sensual painting. If only I could capture it and hang it above my bed so I can always look at it.

Yu-jin groans, and the tremble of his vocal cords vibrates me. I feel it all the way down to my taint. It gets louder and stronger until he bucks his hips and spills his milky white seed all over his belly and chest.

I can't hold back any longer. I drive myself deeper into his mouth once, twice, and the third time, I succumb to my desire and feed him every drop of my load straight down his throat.

I collapse on top of him, but my job is hardly done. No. It's not done until I lick him clean. Belly, chest, and slit. I want to bury all traces of what we've done deep inside me like he's done with me.

"I love you, Lucian," he murmurs when I'm done and holding him in my arms while sitting in my chair.

"I love you more, my darling boy." I tighten my hug.

I don't want to ever let him go. I don't want anyone to ever look at him, touch him, hurt him again. If I could, I'd make him one with me to make sure he never has to face the world alone again.

But I guess being by his side will simply have to do.

"I've got something for you."

Yu-jin looks at me, and I open my desk drawer. I take a red velvet box out and hand it to him.

"What…what is it?"

"Open it."

He searches my eyes for an answer, and when he finds none, he flips the jewelry box open.

"Oh." He brings his hand to his mouth and his gaze darts back and forth between me and the ring.

"You like it?"

He nods his head like an eager puppy and lifts the ring out of the box.

"We can't be engaged without a ring."

I help him put it on his left ring finger and hold it so I can admire the silver ring with the stylized knife design on the top.

"I love it, Lucian!" He's beaming. His eyes are so bright they're like stars in the night sky.

"And if you ever find yourself in a pickle again…" I hold the ring with two fingers and twist it until the knife design is on the bottom side. Then I gently fold his finger, and he winces.

"Ouch. That hurts."

I chuckle.

"That's what it's supposed to do. If you need to summon, just bend your finger, and you'll draw blood."

His eyes grow wider and his smile bigger.

"Oh. That's fantastic."

"I can't stand the thought of anyone hurting you again." I hold him by the chin and brush my lips against his.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got Mr. Tails by my side now. Always."

"Mr. Tails?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah. That's what I named the eldritch creature inside me. It likes the name."

I sigh in relief and kiss him again.

"I like you, fiancé."

"I like you more, soulmate."

And that's all that matters.