My Werewolf Professor (26 page)

As they walked towards her room, she waited until the girls were out of earshot before hissing towards the professor, “You’re such a
flirt.
”

Again, the professor only responded with a blink, as if asking,
‘Is it my fault girls are easily attracted to me?’

If she could growl like he did, she would have. Kassia was
that
annoyed with him. “You could have been less friendly,” she grumbled, “and you know it!” Unlocking her door, she stomped inside, jealousy more than enough to rouse her temper
and
erase her common sense. She knew she was being silly, hating the way girls flocked to him in his Lyccan form, but she didn’t give a crap. The professor was still the professor, whichever form he was in, and that meant he was
hers
.

Dumping her bag on her study table, she said between clenched teeth, “And don’t think I didn’t notice you weren’t just friendly. No, you were
super
friendly—” Whirling around, she snarled, “So, so friendly you even licked—” She stopped speaking when she realized that she was no longer talking to a wolf.

Instead, the professor in his human form stood in front of her, and he was naked.

Uh. Wow. Yum.

“Surprise,” the professor said with a smirk, and then he pounced on Kassia without warning, his speed beyond what her human eyes were capable of detecting.
 

One moment they had the bed between them, the next moment she was
on
the bed, and the professor was on top of her.

Kassia once again realized she was in shock. “Oh. My. God.” Would she ever get used to how Lyccans like the professor were so much more powerful – so much more
everything –
than humans?

The professor, whose fingers had been busily unzipping her dress, suddenly stilled, and his green gaze lifted to meet hers. “Did I scare you?” His voice was taut, and Kassia realized he had sensed her apprehension.

Shaking her head, she admitted the truth in an awkward mumble. “I’m not yet used to you being so…” She tried to think of the right word to describe the professor’s Lyccan abilities. “
Incredible.
”
 

The professor’s expression didn’t eased. “In a bad way?”

She shook her head again, her voice emphatic as she said, “In a good way.” Only when the darkness from the professor’s eyes faded did Kassia realize how much her answer seemed to have meant to him. She started to ask why, but the professor had gone back to undressing her then, and in the next second, she found herself as naked as he was.
 

Kassia gulped, all questions in her mind forgotten. Right now, all she could think about was that they were alone again, in bed,
naked.

NAKED.

Wowza.

Desire struck her body like a bolt of lightning, and she jerked. Above her, the professor’s lips twitched, and she had a feeling he had read her mind completely. Her cheeks burned at the thought, and a moment later, the professor’s lips had curved in a full-fledged grin.

“Professor!” She tried pulling away but the professor, still grinning, pinned her down with his weight.

She expected him to tease her some more, but instead he framed her face with his hands, murmuring, “You’re so damn beautiful, baby.”
 

Oh.

She wanted to tell him he was even more beautiful than she was, with the way he could also turn into the most ferocious and exquisite beast, but she couldn’t, the professor’s lips having conquered hers in a ravenous, open-mouthed kiss.
 

The kiss was beautiful and mind-consuming, scorching and ravaging. It obliterated her control while feeding her desire, turning her body into one that hungered for his possession just as voraciously.

Whimpering, Kassia surrendered herself once again to the professor’s command, her arms going around her neck as she kissed him back with passion that more than matched his. At her response, the professor deepened his kiss, his tongue stroking further into her mouth. When the professor lifted his head, she writhed in protest, and a smile played on his lips as he breathed into her ear, “Let’s take our time.” Then he was kissing his way down her breasts, and she became even more restless, rubbing her body sinuously against him in acute need.

“Oh, Professor.” The words slipped out in a moan when the professor teased her nipples into life, one at a time. She moaned again when the professor cupped both breasts and started kneading them, his fingers alternatively massaging and squeezing the heavy globes of flesh in his hands. She had foolishly thought that having the professor take her virginity would somehow make sex with him less addictive, but if anything the knowledge of just how
good
it was only made her obsession worse.
 

She craved for
more.
 

She craved for
forever.
 

She craved for
him.

The professor turned Kassia on her stomach, and she tensed when she felt his fingers pry her legs wide open from behind. He started playing with her sex, dipping his fingers into her honeyed moisture just enough to get the tips wet. And then he started lining her folds, making her moan endlessly while he worked on lubricating her entrance.

Pleasure rippled through her, making Kassia’s body feel heavy and tense at the same time. “Professor,” she moaned, her heart beating faster and harder as the professor pulled her hips up and towards him, causing her bottom to thrust up in the air.

The professor’s hand landed on one cheek, and she whimpered as a painful kind of pleasure invaded her body. The second slap landed on the other cheek, prompting her to moan as the lines between pleasure and pain blurred.

The professor slapped her several more times, the last one always harder than the other. By the time he bent close, palming her butt as if to soothe the stinging sensation away, Kassia was completely lost. All she knew was that she ached, and when the professor said hoarsely, “I’m going to take you now,” a great shudder racked her body.

Oh God.

Her mind was caught up with visions of how the professor, who was stronger, more powerful, and more
virile
than any other human man, could take her, and almost fearfully, she looked at him over her shoulder—

The professor captured her gaze.

Her heart thundered against her chest.

His fingers clamped around her hips, and then he was thrusting hard inside her.

Kassia screamed.

The professor fucked her hard. No slow and languid strokes like last night. It was pure, raw fucking, and she loved every moment of it. The force of his thrusts forced her upper body down, breasts squashed against the bed while she stretched her arms to cling to the edges of the mattress.

Erotic sounds filled the room while the musky scent of their lovemaking permeated the air. There was nowhere she could look, nothing she could hear or smell that didn’t remind her of the professor’s possession, and when she heard the wolf growl, reminding her that this position was how wolves fucked, her arousal knew no bounds, and she screamed, “Professor!”

Behind her, the professor growled again, a raw, guttural sound, just before he pulled all the way out and thrust back into her full force.

Pleasure ripped through her, and Kassia came with a gasp, her eyes rolling back and her knuckles turning white at how hard she was gripping the edges. Through the endless waves of her orgasm the professor continued pounding into her until he, too, reached his peak. A rough sound escaped him as he came, his seed filling her until she could feel the rest of it dripping down her legs.

When she opened her eyes, she was alone in her bed, and the professor had changed back into a wolf. She saw something in its eyes, but before she could say something, the wolf had leapt out of her window and disappeared into the night.

There was something in her wolf’s eyes,
she thought drowsily.

Something important…

But she was too tired to think of the answer, and her eyes slowly closed as she drifted back to sleep.

Rays of sunlight, unfiltered by her open windows, woke Kassia up the next day. Groaning, she forced herself to sit up while lifting one hand to shield her eyes from the sun’s merciless glare. Her lips curved in a helpless smile as memories of last night streamed into her consciousness, and her body stirred in hunger.

But then another memory danced in front of her—

The professor in his Lyccan form just before he left—

In a flash, everything became clear, and a cry escaped Kassia.
 

Yesterday she had been too tired to understand why that look in the wolf’s eyes had troubled her so, but now she knew. Just that one look, and it answered the rest of her questions. Why the professor had been a wolf since the moment she woke up, why the professor hadn’t wanted to talk about her confession the other night, and why he had been so darn sweet yesterday—

Fear strangling her throat, she reached for her phone, fingers shaking as she typed a text message for the professor as quickly as she could.

Kassia:
May I go to your office today, Professor?

The professor’s reply came a second later, and everything she feared came true.

Professor:
I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Tears burned her eyes.

She remembered the look in the wolf’s eyes, and of course she knew now what it was. She knew now, when it was already too late. The professor had been telling her goodbye.

Kassia:
This isn’t going to be forever, right?
 

Kassia:
You’ll come back?

Kassia:
Professor, please.

But there was no answer this time.

****

“You look heartbroken,” Domenico commented when Alessandro entered his office.

His younger brother only shrugged, and the absence of any hotheaded response made Domenico frown.
 

Waiting until Alessandro was seated, he asked abruptly, “Something’s happened between you and Kassia?”

Alessandro’s lips twisted. “You speak as if you already know her.”

“I probably do,” Domenico answered, unruffled. “By knowing you, I already have a good idea about the kind of girl you’d fall for.” He saw his younger brother stiffen at his choice of words but when he didn’t refute it, Domenico realized that things had progressed further between Alessandro and his student.

This time, Domenico waited patiently, allowing the silence to continue.

“I get it now,” Alessandro heard himself say. He waited for his older brother to rub it in, but he didn’t.
 

Of course
he didn’t.

This was the all-powerful and all-knowing Domenico Moretti, after all.

A few days ago, the words would’ve been sarcastic, but now it was the truth.
 

He
did
get it now, and because he did, he wished he had gotten it earlier.
 

Lifting his gaze to Domenico, he owed up to the truth, saying succinctly, “I get it now, and because I do, I know I fucked up.”
 

Ignoring his brother’s last words, he asked carefully, “What exactly do you get?”

Again, Alessandro’s lips twisted. “You want it in writing?”

“If you really get it now as you say, then you should know that I
am
still the brother you’ve always thought me to be. It would give me no pleasure at all to make you suffer endlessly.” Domenico’s eyes bored through him as he spoke.

The words struck home, and Alessandro grimaced. “Apologies.” He raked a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I only said that out of habit, and perhaps out of…
fear
.”

Finally, they were getting somewhere,
Domenico thought. Leaning back against his seat, he asked again, “So…what do you
‘get’
?”

“I get why you’ve changed, why you’re letting all those bastards think they’re stronger than you. You’re doing it to make it right for Misty, not just for her but for yourself and for the whole pack, too.” But all throughout it, he wasn’t remembering how it had been between Domenico and his human wife. Instead, he remembered
his
own human girl – the one who captured his heart the way Misty had captured Domenico’s.