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was in real life.
    Deep and heated, his gaze traced her mouth, and she could feel his touch like a phantom press of flesh stroking over her mouth. She licked her lips and heat flared in his eyes before his gaze dropped lower, and the ethereal touch traveled on, moving down her neck like the stroke of a finger, pausing at the junction of her neck and shoulder to place a gentle bite. She barely choked back a moan as the delicious sensation of kisses feathering over her neck drove her arousal higher. Her breath came out in a soft hiss when his gaze returned to hers.
    Hunger, heat, and need all swirled in those green depths.
    Abruptly, Professor Klemenson looked away, and she could hear and function again.
    “Wow, he was totally staring at you!” Rachel said in awe.
    Eliana ducked her head in the pretense of getting something out of her backpack when in reality she was almost shaking with desire. A deep ache radiated from her pussy, and her pulse pounded in her throat. She would have happily thrown herself on Professor Klemenson's desk and yanked down his pants right now if she wasn’t in a crowded classroom. Trying to gather her wits and figure out what the hell was going on, she shook her head. “No, he wasn't.”
    “Yeah, he was.”
    “Maybe he heard you being a pervert,” Eliana offered and gave her friend a big, false smile.
    “I wish. Hey, Professor Klemenson,” her friend whispered, “if you can hear me right now, Eliana wants to ride your baloney pony.”
    “Shut up,” she whispered back, trying to contain her laughter as Rachel made exaggerated expressions of sexual bliss.
    They hushed their giggles as Professor Ventan, the senior professor, cleared his throat then began his lecture.
    Her heart still thumped as she replayed the eternity that Professor Klemenson held her in his gaze. Of its own accord, her hand stole up and traced the path of those imagined fingers, her body tightening in need. Rachel grumbled and read the syllabus and test schedule while the rest of the class did the same. Eliana jerked her mind back to the present with a hot blush heating her cheeks and tried to return her attention to the material they were going over.
    The rest of class was spent fighting a losing battle to keep her mind on the lecture and off the man who had devastated her with a glance.
     
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    New York City still hummed with energy despite the late evening hour as an elegant woman knelt next to a pile of dirty blankets and wet cardboard in an out of the way alley. Glancing up, Linda scanned the shadows then looked over her shoulder to check the street behind her, hidden from view by a pair of huge garbage bins. She was alone with the homeless man and she let out a silent sigh of relief. Finding a victim had been especially hard tonight and she’d wasted hours walking through dirty alleys trying to find a sacrifice. Normally she didn’t like to hunt so close to home, but she needed a victim for the spell and she needed one now.
    With a swift jerk, she jabbed the sleeping man with a potion-filled syringe. He woke up with a muffled shout and tried to fight the influence of the drugs, but all he could do was breathe as his eyes rolled in panic. Linda watched him as a soft rain began to fall, tapping her fingernails on her knee. After a few moments she decided the potion had taken effect and smiled. From within her black vinyl trench coat, she pulled out a fillet knife and kissed the blade.
    Working swiftly, she jerked the stained shirt and grungy jacket the man wore open, revealing his pale and sunken belly. He made a high, whimpering sound, like a scared rabbit, and she drank down his terror with a delicious shiver. She loved that, loved the fear in her victim’s eyes, loved seeing the hopelessness fill them as they realized they were looking at their death. Closing her eyes, she opened her mind and soul to her goddess of war and destruction, Eris. She pushed back the sleeves of her coat, and a soft chant fell