The Hybrid Dragon Princess

ch. 2

Abigail POV

Mr. Haygon is 6' 8", hazel eyes, caramel curly hair that reaches his deliciously muscular shoulders. His honey gold skin has many tattoos and one that stands out is a dragon scaling his forearm. He's wearing a red button up silk shirt with his sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows, wrangler blue jeans and ariat boots.

All I can think about is how I wouldn't mind him bending me over the desk and having his way with me while lightly gripping my throat.

I'm brought back to reality from yummy dreamland with drool on my chin and bitting my bottom lip when Mr. Haygon clears his throat to introduce himself in a thick southern drawl "Good morning class, my name is Haygon and I'll be your math teacher for the next fee weeks. Any questions?"

Amanda raises her arm and waves her hand up and down as if it's urgent that he takes her question first. He nods his head in her direction and asks her to introduce herself for him and to state her question. Amanda obliges in a sultry tone "My name is Amanda and my question is, were you sculpted by the gods because you look like you were carved to perfection straight from dreamland!"

An unfamiliar feeling rose in me listening to her flirt shamelessly with him, as if I'm not right here. He can see me right??? I feel these unfamiliar feelings rising fast and burning bright but as if I had summoned him to do so, he chuckled at Amanda and told her that he was taken, then looked directly at me and smirked. I don't know if I liked that answer any better as it would make him unavailable for my desires and I all of a sudden had many.

With his answer came a series of frustrated sighs and awe man's! The guys all chuckled at the girls silly antics.

Mr. Haygon asked "Any other questions before I pass out your assessments?"

With a deafening silence he makes his way around the room passing out a sheet with our assignments on it and as he gets closer I can smell something delicious tickling my nose, it smells like a campfire on the river. it's one of my most favorite smells and it's so calming and rises my heart beat at the same time. I sit in the very first desk closest to the door so that I'm the first one out the door, always. He is now directly beside me and his campfire on a river scent captivates my senses on overdrive exciting me so much it makes my panties dampen. His strong hand brushes against mine as he sets my paper on my desk and I feel a tingling sensation like I've been struck by a small jolt of static electricity as his hand brushes across my folded hands on the the desk and I feel energized like I can run a marathon. And for the rest of the period that is all I could think about, his hands on my and the tingling sensation his hands leave in their wake. Did he do it on purpose or was it pure accident? I didn't know but it was exhilarating, it was like my body came alive in that simple act. Before I know it the bell rings, dismissing us for our next class and I hurriedly gather my things and leave before I do something stupid.