Chapter 19

“Gonna fuck all of you raw,” hissed from my clenched pointed teeth seconds before the alarm went off, tossing me from a wonderful dream.

Naked and glistening, Mrs. Goodman, Ruby, Maddie, Amy, and her mom had been dangling from iron shackles against the rough stone wall of a dungeon. Amid the clanking metal, desperate moans, and the squelching of their hungry pussies, they’d been writhing in my castle.

Dark-bodied and towering, lit only by flickering sconces, I was a dragon. With my scaly penis dripping fiery strands, my clawed feet stomped back and forth behind them. Which to ravage first?

After a long, quiet sigh, I groaned while easing from beneath the sheets. With fists rolling in my eyes and an aching, steely pole wobbly before me, I stumbled to the bathroom. How the hell was I gonna pee without spraying the ceiling? Yep, one of those days.

And once I’d parked at school, the fantastical dream was long-faded when reality returned with the clacking of heels across the parking lot. From beside the still open door, I looked towards the building, keeping my back to Mrs. Goodman’s approach. As soon as she’d halted, elegant perfume and the flowery scent of her shampoo slithered into my nostrils. And my entire body surged.

“Um, I want you to know, Damon ... Uh, how much I, um, detest you.” There was such a struggle in her voice as she tried to stay calm while speaking. “To the very, um, core of my being. Uh, I’ve never been so, um, angry, hateful, and—”

“—horny?”

At her silence, I took a step backward. As she dodged, her sharp heel clacks resounded. When I flung the door shut without turning to her, she huffed. With that hot, minty breath washing past my neck, I let a smile slide onto my face.

“See you in class, Mrs. Goodman.”

Not “Kitten.” Nope. If she wanted to play games, so could I. Because we both knew she had to state what she’d just said. But every single word remained utter bullshit.

With a tune on my lips, I whistled while marching toward the school entrance. Her sharp, shaky footfalls didn’t begin until I was a good distance away.

Once inside, I found Amy. After a much quicker hug and gentle feel of her firm little behind, I left her panting and headed to first period. Kennedy’s class dragged like a brick in drying cement. At lunch, I waited, but Mrs. Goodman didn’t appear in the cafeteria.

And after slipping into my seat just as her period began, I did nothing. While ignoring the many glances she sent my way, I noted the sleek, black and silver, tulip-hemmed backless dress she wore.

Yeah, not the outfit an angry, hateful woman would wear. Anger was a powerful emotion. Stronger even than any embarrassment she might endure if word of our little relationship leaked. Nope, if what she’d stated in the parking lot was true, she’d have snapped and called the police. Or told her husband. Everything she hadn’t done.

And would never do.

Head down, I focused on my book and what she scrawled on the board. Not that I learned anything. Instead, to distract myself from imagining what lay beneath the dress, my thoughts centered on hungry Ruby. Plus, her just-as-needy daughter.

Because that dream was a hint; I wanted them all. No, more than a clue, it was a guide to the future. If I could make it a reality, success for me would flow ever onwards. Not just for the actual plan, the one to free me of that damn town. No, also the distractions. Exploiting those delightful keys. Those enticing gifts. Such wondrous opportunities.

All of it was a test. Had to be. Momma was always talking about being challenged. Sure, I’d dreamed up the whole Mrs. Goodman plot. But the rest? That was the machinations of something far larger than me.

Perhaps a castle would be mine in that murky future. Then I’d transform into that dragon, embodying such absolute control.

A young man with a dream, that’s who I became that day. In that classroom. With my not-angry teacher flinging me borderline pleading glares. No, I was no longer simply a boy with a half-baked plan.

When the bell jangled, I jolted back to the classroom in time to gather my books. With out a further glance at Mrs. Goodman, I joined the rest, leaving the room. But I didn’t dash to my last period as usual. Instead, I waited until Amy came around the corner.