Bedded by the Headmaster

Ch17: The Plug 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

Susie was mid-step when Arken's hand clamped down on her shoulder, forcing her to halt. She looked at him incredulously, and almost didn't recognise him with the hardened expression he directed at Zott.

She felt the air leave her lungs as Arken caused the most intimidating professor at the academy to wilt with a mere stare, reducing Zott to nothing.

It was satisfying to watch. Zott was vile, cruel, and without compassion. A pathetic excuse for a man—even for a vampire—and certainly didn't belong in an academy teaching students.

Susie had always detested him.

It was strange to see him so skittish.

She wondered what it was about Arken that intimidated him so much. There was a rumour that Arken had once disciplined the Deputy Headmaster before the whole school by impaling him on a pike and leaving him to die a slow death. But that was apparently years ago—long enough ago that it was impossible to know if there was any truth to the schoolyard legend.

It was difficult to imagine that a vampire as solicitous as Arken was capable of such a gruesome form of execution. Had it not been for the long, sharp implement on display outside the school entrance, Susie would have dismissed the rumour altogether. As it was, many students spent their detention polishing the pike. It did not seem to tarnish despite the weather, but the crude steel had a tendency to whisper ominously if it was not polished regularly.

Susie felt a similar apprehension as she stood by Arken's side, feeling waves of power radiate from him. But she also found strength in his proximity, and she didn't feel remotely afraid of Zott now. The large man seemed small, and the warning twitch of his eye didn't strike fear into her bones the way it usually did.

"B-but Headmaster Arken," Zott began. "I have outlined t-today's syllabus to include—"

"I'm not finished yet," Arken said softly.

"Sir?"

"I said...I'm not finished."

Arken pulled Susie closer by the shoulder. She took a step into him, so close that her arm brushed his waistcoat, and she felt his body radiating warmth.

"Nor will I ever be finished," Arken continued, his deep voice rumbling through the room and making her shiver. "She is spoken for."

Zott's expression flickered with annoyance before he hitched a polite smile to his face. He grumbled inaudibly as he stowed his cock back into his trousers. "Headmaster Arken, with all due respect...I summoned Susanna so I could deliver the curriculum you mandated. If you would allow me to continue the demonstr—"

"I will continue the demonstration as I see fit," Arken replied, moving so close to Susie that she felt the full press of his chest against her back.

"But...it's my turn," Zott said, sounding like an oversized child as his lower lip formed a slight pout.

"You are very much mistaken about that."

Susie tracked Arken's hand as he traced the contours of her loose, voluminous side-plait down to where it hung past her breasts. He lifted it out of the way, exposing her neck and the bite marks she'd attempted to hide.

A collective gasp travelled around the room—not at the marks, but at the implication that they were Arken's.

The headmaster had fed on a student?

This would fuel hallway gossip for weeks as students debated whether it had been a one -time occurrence, or if Susie belonged to—

"She is mine," Arken said possessively, his words as harsh as his touch on her neck was tender. "Nobody is to touch her except me."