My Werewolf Professor (34 page)

“Oh my God, you keep wanting to give me a heart attack,” she accused.

The wolf nodded.

She was about to berate him when the wolf lifted one paw up, and that was when she saw it.
 

A box.

She sank to her knees.
 

The wolf pushed the box towards her.

She opened the box with shaking hands, and she had no words to say, her mind a complete blank when she saw the ring inside it.

“Oh God, Professor.”

Stepping out from under the desk, the wolf nuzzled her face as if asking the most intimate of questions with whispered words from its heart.
Will you marry me?

She threw her arms around her wolf. “Of course, yes,” she whispered. When she pulled away, she was crying, and the wolf’s eyes were ablaze with love…and hunger.
 

Kassia’s arms fell to her sides.

The wolf looked like it wanted to devour her.

Umm…

Really…

Like this?

In another blink, the professor returned to his human form. He was completely naked, and his wicked laughter filled the room. “What a naughty little mind you have, my love.”
 

She turned red. “I did not—”

Alessandro snatched her into his arms, pulling her up with him as he came to his feet. From behind her, he set his sharp teeth to her clothes and used it to rip the fabric apart, just to give her a little taste of how much he had been holding back.

Rip. Rip. Rip.

In seconds, her clothes were ripped into shreds, falling to the floor like they were mere pieces of paper. She had shuddered the entire time, just a little bit scared but beyond excited and aroused at having so powerful a lover.
 

“Let me show you how wild it can be, my love,” he purred into her ear.

Another blink and somehow they were on the rug, Kassia on all fours while the professor was behind her, playing with her sex. She moaned as his fingers found her folds, and she moaned again when after making sure she was completely wet, his cock slid into her, thick, hard, and throbbing.

“Alessandro,” she sobbed.

The professor didn’t answer, but his hand gripped hers hard from behind as he pounded into her, harder and faster until she saw stars. Only when they both reached their peak, the professor’s hips pumping furiously behind her while he shot his load into a writhing and silently moaning Kassia, did he finally release his hold on her hand.

That was when she saw his ring on her finger, a huge heart-shaped diamond on top a white-gold band, shining back at her.
 

From behind, the professor whispered, “Mine forever, Kassia.” She heard both man and wolf in those words, and they sounded anything but odd, which was how she liked it.

“Yours forever, Professor,” she whispered back.

THE END

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WOLF FIGHT: AN EXCERPT

The first thing I became aware of was the bodies. Most of the hyenas had been knocked down to the ground. I could vaguely recall my darker half beating the hell out of them. The rest was his.
 

Crap, oh crap. It had been a long time since I lost control of myself. But…

It’s not my fault,
I thought defensively. Butcher had shown me his…thing. It was a traumatic sight. Of course I’d freak out. And of course my darker half would freak out, too. She might act like a psycho most times, but she was an
innocent
psycho.

“I told you not to help him.” The Masked Wolf came to stand in front of me as he spoke.

I studiously avoided his gaze as I said, “I had to help him. My honor was at stake.”

“It was more like your
virginity
was at stake, you stubborn little hellcat.”
 

It wasn’t the cool fury in his voice that made me flinch. It was his last word. I wasn’t his little kitty anymore. Now, after what he had seen, I was…

“You idiot.”

My head jerked up, and my eyes clashed with his. First I was a kitty. Then I was a creature from hell. And now I was an idiot? He was no superhero right now. If anything, he was a super jerk.
 

Another second passed, and it hit me.
 

I paled.

Seeing it, he smirked. And then he said very succinctly, “You idiot.”

He was not scared of me.

No one who was scared of my darker half would have had the courage to call me a hellcat
and
an idiot.
 

I blinked several times, wondering if after a few more blinks, he’d disappear. But he did not. Instead, he remained in front of me, tall, strong, and, like my darker half noticed,
beautiful.

“You’re not scared of me?” I blurted out. I had to ask. I had to know. I had to be sure.

“While you did look, for a moment, like some damn extra for a Paranormal Activity movie, I hate to disappoint you, little kitty, but
no.
You did not scare me.” His face hardened. “But you damn well made me angry.”
 

In a second, he had hauled me to his arms, his mouth crushing mine in a rough kiss. I gasped against his lips, but that only seemed to inflame him more, making him pull me closer to him. This close, I could feel his heart beating madly. It took me a moment to understand that it wasn’t because he was mad. It was because he had been
scared.
For
me.

Me. The Human Monster.
 

The thought was liberating, humbling, and electrifying. With a little moan of surrender, I gave myself up to his kiss, my arms going around his neck. I felt his body become taut just a moment before he released a low growl that had my toes curling.
 

His kiss became deeper, and his hands were suddenly everywhere, caressing my sides before they returned to my breasts. He groaned the moment he cupped my breasts, groaned with such longing it was as if he badly missed touching them.
 

Without breaking our kiss, he hauled me up, and my legs automatically went around his waist. He started walking and when my back hit the wall, he kept me up with just one arm while he used his other hand to take hold of my tank top—

Riiiiiip.

I let out a little gasp, unable to believe that he had ripped my tank top into two. But then his mouth was back on my breast, his lips closing over my nipple. He sucked and sucked, with seemingly no intentions of stopping. He sucked my nipple so hard that I couldn’t stop my body from bucking against his, couldn’t stop myself from releasing these embarrassingly sensual moans every few moments.
 

When he let go of my breast, I couldn’t help but moan in protest.
 

He chuckled in response, but it was a pained sound.
 

I turned red, realizing how wanton I was being with him.

“You want me.” God, how his voice vibrated with sheer male satisfaction. It should have made me mad, but it just made me want to curl up and rub against him like a stupid little kitty seeking affection.

“Don’t you, little kitty?”

The words were whispered into my ear, and my body bucked against him again.

My telling reaction won a smile, and his voice was just as silky as he murmured, “And I want you as much.” He slowly slid me to my feet. Before I could figure out why, he had captured my hand and brought it to his cock.
 

I gasped, but my fingers instinctively tightened around the silken rod at the same time. It twitched in my hold, making me gasp again as my stunned gaze flew to him.
 

“That’s my cock, little kitty. Do you feel how much it wants you?”

“I…”
I didn’t know what to say.
All I could do was look at him, helpless with desire and excitement. It seemed to be enough because with a groan, he was kissing me again even as his hand covered mine, teaching me how to pleasure him.

“Suck my tongue,” he commanded huskily.

With a shudder, I did what he asked, and the pleasure of submitting to his command was nearly as great as the feel of sucking on his tongue and hearing him groan because of it. As I sucked his tongue, my hand didn’t stop moving, familiarizing itself with the rhythm and speed that his cock responded to the most.
 

“Fuck, you’re hot.” The words seemed to have been torn out of him. He took command of the kiss once more, and I gladly surrendered to his control. Passion had completely taken over me. All I wanted now was to do what he wanted. His fingers gripped my hips just before he hauled me closer so he could grind his cock against my belly. He began dry humping me, and I could have cried at how good it felt. Every thrust, rub, every moment of friction created by his cock coming into contact with my belly had me shuddering and writhing.

“Tell me your name.” His fingers dug hard into my buttocks just before he ground his erection against me, harder than ever.

I gasped, “Calys.” I looked up at him with dazed eyes. I couldn’t believe, after everything that happened, we were only exchanging names
now.
“A-and you?”

He said roughly, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Another moment passed before I realized what he meant. My heart sped up at what he was offering, and my fingers shook as I reached for the strings that held his mask in place.

He squeezed my breast, hard enough for pain to become pleasure, making me whimper. “Go on, beautiful Calys. Find out who I am.”

With a little tug, the mask dropped to the floor.
 

I whitened. “You.”

He raised a brow, as if not knowing how to take my shock. “
Me.
”

Alejandro Moretti.

I couldn’t believe my superhero was none other than Alejandro Moretti. On one hand, he was everything I expected from one of the famous Moretti twins. Or rather, make that
infamous.
 

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