My Werewolf Professor (28 page)

Kassia threw her head back with a moan. “
Yeeeeees.
” Her breath hitched when the professor started sucking, and her body started moving in its own volition, her pussy grinding down against his still-covered erection. Frustration bit her when she ran her hands over his chest and still found him fully clothed. “Professor…”

She didn’t need to say anything else, the professor understanding her unspoken request. Seconds only passed, and both of them were completely naked, and Kassia gasped as she felt his cock slide against her sex like silk-covered steel.
 

Her eyes drifted closed. “Oh God.” It felt so, so good. A small part of her was shocked and aghast that she was letting this happen, but even so Kassia couldn’t stop herself from responding. She pushed her nipple deeper into her mouth and rubbed her sex faster against his cock.
 

“Professor—”

The professor’s mouth left her breast and returned to her mouth. “Say my name,” he whispered against his lips.

The request thrilled her, aroused her. “
Alessandro
.”
 

Heat blazed in the professor’s green orbs. “Again,” he growled.

Shuddering at the way the commanding note only made her feel hotter and more restless, she whimpered his name out. “Alessandro.”
 

A smile slashed against his lips, and the dazzling sight made her eager to please him more. “Alessandro, please—”

This time, the reward was beyond her imagination.

The strength in the fingers gripping her hips—

The possessive look on the professor’s handsome face—

The feel of his cock pushing up inside her—

Her lips parted in a silent scream as she found herself fully impaled on the professor’s cock. “Ride me,” the professor commanded.

Her mind ceased to work completely at the words.

From there, she existed only to feel, her only objective to please him because she knew that his sole objective was to please her as well. She might be unsure of the professor in many ways, but not when they were making love. When they were like this, their bodies joined together, there was no doubt in her mind. She owned him, and he owned her.

Alessandro couldn’t stop watching Kassia as she started riding him, the dazed way she looked at him and the way she bit her lip driving him crazy. “More,” he whispered roughly. He wanted her out of desire with him. His hips pumped up, driving his cock up as her hips pushed down, and he saw Kassia’s eyes dilate.

“Alessandro!”

Shuddering at the sound of his name on her lips, he fisted her hair, pulling her head down so he could kiss her while they fucked. She kissed him back, and feeling her hunger match his made him shudder anew.
 

“I love you,” he gritted against her lips. She didn’t answer, but the way she jerked against his body told him she had heard the words. He didn’t give a damn. “I love you,” he repeated, and this time he said it with his body, too. His hand finding her clit, he started twisting it between his fingers while pushing his cock deeper into her sex. Pulling his head back, he looked straight into her hazy brown eyes and said clearly and emphatically,
“I love you.”

The words were her undoing, tears shining in her eyes even as her body reached its peak. “Alessandro!” It was the last thing she could think of saying, pleasure sweeping everything else. She rode him wildly as she came, her fingers digging deep into his back as she bounced on his cock. Soon, she heard the professor growl, and she knew he had come as well, his movements turning just as wild while his seed filled her to overflowing.

After, Kassia could only lay her head limply against the professor’s shoulder while faint tremors continued to rack their bodies. By the time she stirred, she was in the professor’s couch, fully dressed, with new panties and leggings, and the professor was seated on the armchair, watching her.

Pushing herself up, she started to ask about her new clothes when a thought intruded, and she sat up with a gasp. “Professor, the door!” She couldn’t believe they had made love without even locking the door. Anyone could have entered—

“Relax.” The professor’s voice was a lazy purr.
 

Kassia stared at the professor. “B-but—” She lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug. “I’m worried for
you
, Professor. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”

Alessandro inhaled deeply.
So damn sweet, in the most dangerously selfless way possible.
How had he been so goddamn blind he hadn’t seen that he was the luckiest bastard alive to have this girl love him? “You never have to worry about us, baby,” he told her quietly. “That’s my responsibility, not yours.”

Kassia opened her mouth to protest, but she wasn’t given any chance to speak, not with the professor suddenly picking her up in his arms, whisking them across the room so he could lock the door, and then they were seated behind his table, Kassia on his lap.

All of it had taken place in three seconds, tops.

“Whoagodthatwasfast.”
 

Shock had Kassia trembling and feeling a little faint. Living in a farm with her grandparents, there had always been too many things to do, and what free time she did have, she preferred to spend outdoors, swimming in the lake or cycling in nearby trails. It had been a simple life, and nothing about it had given her any reason to even consider there was the slightest possibility that werewolves – no,
Lyccans
– existed.

Feeling her tremble against him, Alessandro sought to calm her down by saying teasingly, “Just as fast as how you’re talking now, little chick.” At his words, the tension slowly eased out of her body, Kassia even managing a weak smile.
 

Returning her smile with one of his own, he traced her lips, murmuring, “I love your smile.”

Tears pricked her eyes. Had the professor really said that?
Alessandro Moretti,
a man that the whole world found so mysterious and elusive – had he really said that to someone like her?
 

“You’re too good for me, Professor,” she whispered.

The smile vanished from the professor’s face. “No, Kassia. It’s the other way around. I’m
the one who doesn’t deserve you.
You’re
perfect
, for still being here with me even after all the times I’ve hurt you.” When her eyes darkened at his words, Alessandro asked grimly, “What is it?” He would do anything to eliminate the pain in her gaze.

“How can I be perfect when—” Kassia swallowed as she remembered the look in the professor’s eyes the last time they had seen each other. Even if he had been in his wolf then, there was no mistaking that look.

“I hurt you, didn’t I, Professor?” she heard herself ask.

His gaze remained steady on her face as he answered levelly, “Yes.”

Her heart cracked at the unashamed admission. “I’m sorry.” Her voice caught.

“Don’t be.” The first tears started to fall, and Alessandro wiped them away with his thumb. “I hurt you first, remember?”

She shook her head stubbornly. “It doesn’t mean I should hurt you back.”

He could see that she meant every word, and the sweetness of it made his chest tighten. “You’re the sweetest girl I know, little chick. It’s probably why I fell in love with you in the first place.”

A stricken expression crossed her face. “Oh, Professor.”
 

“Say my name,” he said huskily.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip. Now that her mind was fully functional, she couldn’t make herself say it, feeling like she didn’t have a right to do so.
 

Alessandro’s control fractured at Kassia’s hesitation. “Baby, please.” His voice was hoarse.
 

Unable to resist the professor when he spoke to her like that, she took a deep breath and gave him what they both wanted. “
Alessandro
.”
 

Both of them stilled as his name slipped past her lips. It was almost too much, the intimacy and the power her saying his name contained. To call the professor by his name symbolized a connection. It spoke of love…and trust, and the realization hurt.

“Alessandro.” More tears fell, and when the professor pulled her into his arms, the tears fell faster. “I really want to trust you, Professor, but I j-just d-don’t know if I can.”

Her pain wrenched at his heart, and Alessandro struggled with self-loathing, knowing that he was the only reason for all the suffering he heard in her voice. Pulling her tighter into his embrace, he kissed the top of her head and said fiercely, “I’ll earn it back.”

She shook her head wildly, his words seeming to distress her more. “But that’s the thing,” she protested, raising her head. “You shouldn’t have to earn it—”

“Of course I have to,” Alessandro growled.

Still, she shook her head. “Even now, I know I’m the lucky one, to have someone like you love me—”

With a groan, he cupped her face and kissed Kassia deep and hard. “Don’t you ever say those words again,” he gritted against her lips. “Don’t you even fucking think it.” Lifting his head, he stared into her eyes, the command in his words mirrored by his gaze as he said, “I’m the one who’s lucky to have you love me. You saved me from a lifetime of hating my brother for all the wrong reasons. You helped make my family a little less broken, and you made me strong again. Knowing that, how can you still say I’m not lucky to have you?”

Kassia wanted to believe the professor, but old hurts held her back, preventing her from completely trusting him.

And the professor seemed to know it, exhibited by the quiet conviction in his tone when he said, “I
will
win your trust back, Kassia.”

“But what if you don’t?” This time, she didn’t bother trying to hide her greatest fear. She wanted a life with the professor, but she hated how she kept thinking of the worst things possible whenever she wasn’t talking to him, wasn’t able to see him. She was being a paranoid, jealous bitch, and she hated it.

The professor didn’t answer.

“Professor?” Her voice shook.

He said simply, “Then I’ll die.”

A cry was torn out from her. “Don’t make jokes like that!” Kassia made the Sign of the Cross several times, and when it didn’t feel enough, she took his own hand and made him do it for himself, too. “I’m serious, Professor! Don’t make jokes like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Alessandro soothed. Pressing a swift, tender kiss on her forehead, he murmured, “Let’s talk about something else, yes?” The change of subject was deliberate, Alessandro not wanting to lie to his beloved.

Kassia allowed the professor to pull her back into his arms, her head against his chest. “Were you punishing me,” she whispered, “by not talking to me the past three days?”

Kassia felt the professor smile against her hair as he answered, “Yes.”

Gasping at his audacious honesty, she hit his chest with her fist. “Jerk.”

“But as you can see now, I’m back with you, and letting you wrap me around your finger.” His voice was dry. “I realized that staying away from you was hurting me, too, so what was the point?”

She raised her head, asking hopefully, “It did?”

He rolled his eyes. “Bloodthirsty chick.”

Taking the words as a yes, she said with undisguised pleasure, “Good.” Kassia scowled at the professor. “If you do it again—”
 

He cut her off, drawling, “Do I look like the masochist type to you?”

She grinned. “If you want me to be completely honest, I’d say you’re more of a sybarite—”

“I’m impressed,” he said sarcastically, but the tender gleam in his eyes belied his tone. “You seem to have picked up big words just to insult me.”

Her grin widened even as she answered with shy honesty, “Only for the man I love.”

Alessandro froze and a second later, Kassia did, too. Panic flared in her gaze, and he knew right away she hadn’t meant to say the words at all. When she started to speak, he shook his head. “You can’t take it back, little chick.” Before she could protest, he continued quietly,
 

“I love you.”

Kassia paled even more.

The sight wasn’t exactly encouraging, but he repeated firmly, “I love you, Kassia. More than you’ll probably ever believe me, but it’s the truth. I love you more than life itself, and…” His smile was crooked. “The thing about the world I live in, we usually face such dangers every day that we have all the chances to prove it.”