Lucas POV

It slipped out. Could you blame me? He turned me on so much, especially with him acting all masculine and alpha. 

Something about the way he was gripping me and pressing me into the wall. Just the pleasure I felt with having his hands touching my body, him watching me as I stood defenseless against his rage. Hurt me, zaddy. 

Was that toxic of me? Maybe so. 

But I'd take his attention in any form even if he was mad at me.  My god, my king. Let me please you the same way I did Miss Williams.

The moan slipped out before I could stop it. Harry stopped in his tracks making it apparent he'd heard it, even though a part of me wished he hadn't. He loosens his grip slightly and takes a step back. 

He squints at me with suspicion. Confusion flashes across his face and then realisation. "Wait....are you....?" 

I gulp nervously. "Are you?" 

He scoffs, blinking rapidly. "Fuck no." 

"You sure?"

Harry slams me into wall again and leans his face in closer so our noses are almost touching. "Yes I'm damn sure."

It was difficult to keep my calm with him being so close, I could feel his body heat. 

"Then what's this?" I state half-confidently. 

Harry's eyes buldge in suprise before looking downwards. As he looked towards his groand, I had a firm grip on Harry's hardon through his checked school trousers.