Her Dragon Professor

by Jasmine Wylder

  Sienna’s wolf immediately retreated to the back of her consciousness and Sienna the woman was thrust forward as her body shifted back to human without a logic thought—because if she’d been given a chance to have a rational thought, she would not have agreed to shift so far away from her clothes.

  Her body stretched back into place while Brody’s wolf stood above her and gave a soft, sensual growl.

  Brody shifted moments after she did and before she could draw a steadying breath, his naked form was draped over hers and his mouth had taken hers prisoner, his tongue pushing past her lips to explore her mouth. Sienna couldn’t help it. She moaned at the sensation of having every heated inch of Brody McAllister pressed against her hungry body. It was almost too much.

  He rained hot kisses against her jaw and onto the sensitive part of her neck before he groaned.

  “Jesus, Sienna, spare me,” he said in a jagged voice. “Shift so we can get back to the truck or so help me God, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

  It wasn’t such a bad idea, she mused, but it was obvious Brody was trying to maintain some sort of control so she gave a little nod as he pushed himself off her.

  “You had to have cheated,” she said as she pushed herself off her back, preparing to shift again.

  “When it comes to you, sweetheart,” Brody said readying himself to shift, too. “There are no rules. I would have moved Hell itself to win that favor.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Brody pulled up to the valet’s curb and tossed the keys to the attendant as he rounded the front of his truck and opened Sienna’s door. Wordlessly, as was part of his winning, Sienna allowed him to grab her hand and pull her from the seat.

  She’d tried to get Brody to spill on just what he planned to do with his favor, but he told her that first and foremost, they weren’t to talk until after their shower. Those were the rules. So far, she’d obeyed and it was only turning him on even more. His pants were cutting off the circulation to his lower half and if he didn’t get her naked in his room quickly, he and his wolf were going to lose their cool.

  He half dragged Sienna through the ornate lobby and toward the gilded elevators. Thank the gods that they got into one alone. He punched the floor number and the moment the doors slid shut, he had his hands in her hair and had pushed her up against the far wall. He slanted his mouth down over hers again and held her close against him as he ground his hips against hers, showing her just exactly what she was doing to him—he was nearly insane with desire. Her little moan as she arched her back to get closer contact with him nearly undid him. He pulled apart from her just as the elevator pulled to a stop at their floor.

  Once again, he was stalking down the hallway with Sienna in tow. He’d managed to get his keycard out of his uncomfortable pants pocket and jammed it into the reader when they’d reached his door.

  Brody pushed the unlocked door aside and pulled Sienna in front of him across the threshold. She’d gotten two steps inside before he was on her again, yanking at her top and pulling it over her head. She was turned away from him and Brody pulled her back against his chest with one hand as his other hand aggressively palmed a breast over the black silk bra she was wearing. She dipped her head back against him and bit her lip as she stifled another moan. Brody gloated a little at the fact that she was just as fired up and turned on as he was.

  “I want you so bad right now, Sienna,” he whispered next to her ear before nipping at the sensitive skin below it. Her breath sucked in sharply at the contact and Brody liked how sensitive she was turning out to be. “Tell me you want this as bad as I do. Tell me you want me to fuck you right now.”

  Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as Brody moved his hands down her body toward the button on her jeans. In a fluid motion, he’d undone them and had them sliding down the most luscious ass he’d ever seen in his long life. It was perfect. Round. Soft. Smooth. Just begging for a stinging slap as he drove into her from behind. The thought alone nearly had him embarrassing himself in his pants. Soon enough, he promised himself. Soon enough.

  Sienna stepped out of the jeans and turned to face Brody.

  “So, I can talk now?” She raised her eyebrows a bit at her saucy question.

  “Only to tell me you want it, too,” he said in a low voice as he stalked forward. Sienna backed up as he advanced and she eventually bumped into a desk and stopped. Brody, however, continued forward until his large body was eating up all her personal space.

  “Tell me, Sienna,” he growled, spearing a hand in her hair and gently pulling back hard enough to make her head tilt up to look at him.

  “I want you,” she said quietly.

  Brody smiled.

  “Want me to what?” He pushed. He wanted to hear the filthy word out of her mouth.

  “I want you to fuck me, Brody.”

  With that sentence, the tether holding Brody’s sanity and control snapped. His claws sprang from his fingers and he turned her little black lace G-string into shreds as he ripped it from her body. He pulled her from the desk and began kissing her while at the same time moving her back toward his bedroom. Teasing. Nipping. Sucking at her lips. He didn’t stop marching her backwards until they found themselves in his giant bathroom. In seconds, he had his clothes in a pile on the ground and he smiled triumphantly to himself when she wet her lips the moment his throbbing cock sprang free from his pants. Her reaction to it was instant and primal and lit Brody’s blood on fire for this woman. She was made for him. There was no other way to explain it.

  Wordlessly he started the shower and pulled her in with him when the water was warm enough. She was letting Brody lead in this first encounter and he didn’t miss the desire in her eyes as she allowed him to wash her hair and body. With soapy hands, he ran up and down the entirety of her body, learning every curve and lush angle. Soon enough, they were both clean.

  Just as Sienna moved to step out of the shower, Brody pushed her gently against the wall while the spray from the showerhead flowed over her. Wordlessly, he lowered in front of her until he was eye level with her core. Understanding what he was doing, Sienna whimpered above him as he leaned forward and pulled her folds apart with his hands before diving his tongue into the very center of her. Brody was merciless and went straight for her sensitive nub with his lips and tongue as he worked a single finger into her. She gasped and snaked her fingers into his hair, pulling him harder into her as he felt Sienna begin to come apart. When he pushed a second finger in, she shattered. Her orgasm rained over him and had his wolf howling in joy as she trembled and struggled to keep her legs stable beneath her.

  Brody cut the water and wrapped Sienna in a towel after drying himself. Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her straight to his bed where he set her down and removed her towel.

  “Now, Sienna,” he said. “Now I’ll fuck you.”

  An impish grin crossed her face at his words and she licked her lips, biting the lower one as Brody crawled up the bed, over her legs, until he hovered above her.

  “You’re still wet for me, aren’t you?” He whispered as he ran his thumb gently over the skin he’d just assaulted. Sienna shuddered and Brody had his answer. “Open your legs for me, Sienna.”

  Never taking her eyes from his, she complied and wrapped her legs around Brody’s waist, gaining him complete access to the very place he wanted in more than anything.

  He gripped his shaft in one hand and supported his weight off Sienna with the opposite elbow. His bulbous head nudged at her opening and Sienna threw her head back at the blazing contact. She was ripe for another orgasm—he and his wolf could feel it.

  Wordlessly, he slid into her depths, hissing as her heat wrapped around him until he was fully seated inside her.

  “Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel fucking amazing.”

  Brody was tentative at first, moving slowly while she adjusted to his size. Soon enough, he could feel Sienna’s frustration beneath him.

  “Please, Brody,” she whimpe
red. “Please. Please. Please.”

  He loved the sound of her surrender. He loved that she was begging him for the thing that only he, only Brody, could provide. His wolf was manic now, needing Brody to claim her. With a thin control, Brody kept himself from marking the very sensitive skin on her neck that he was teasing earlier. But he didn’t stop himself from pistoning in and out of Sienna like a man possessed.

  Mine. Mine. Mine.

  His wolf growled over and over as Brody pushed both he and Sienna toward an abyss.

  She went first—screaming his name as her legs shook around him and her nails scored his back.

  Her orgasm was intense and her cries and squeezing muscles pulled Brody with her. He roared her name as he found his own release, pushing further and further into her as his body twitched and emptied itself of all his energy.

  Brody and Sienna lay there, spent, for a few breathless moments.

  “Holy shit,” she whispered when she finally found her voice.

  He pushed himself up off her and smiled down at Sienna. His wolf more content than he’d ever been and Brody as well.

  It was the best sex Brody had ever had and instead of reveling in the bond he and Sienna had obviously just created,instead of exploring the fact that it was likely that he and Sienna were true mates, Brody did the one thing he knew how to do when emotions and feelings were involved.

  He panicked and fucked it all up.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sienna was going to castrate the son of a bitch. After the most mind-blowing sex of her entire life, Brody went and had himself a nuclear man-meltdown.

  Once they’d gone for a second round, they’d showered and gotten a few hours’ sleep before jumping back at each other for round three.

  But by breakfast? Brody had somehow spooked himself into behaving like the biggest jerk-off on the planet. Over toast, Sienna noticed he’d started to get a bit twitchy and his conversation skills plummeted.

  His eyes were darting around the room like he had to keep a constant eye on the nearest exit at all times or his ass would catch on fire.

  Finally, Sienna couldn’t take his twitchiness a second longer.

  “Brody,” she frowned at him. “What’s wrong?”

  He denied anything at first, but the more Sienna pressed, the squirmier he got.

  “Do you regret what happened?” She put the question out there despite not wanting to hear the wrong answer. Being with Brody had felt so right. Almost perfect. Sure, she was a little sketched out at their intense connection, but she wasn’t trying to self-sabotage a good thing, either. Brody, it seemed, was hell bent on just that.

  He had dressed quickly and run his hands through his hair at least a half dozen times. Sienna, meanwhile, had tried her best to keep calm at the impending hurt she felt brewing. He’d gone and made her vulnerable and she’d grown attached to him and here he was just seconds from dropping her like yesterday’s mistake.

  “I don’t regret anything, Sienna,” he began as he inched closer to the door. She forced herself to remain in her chair while her hand clutched the coffee cup in front of her. “But I need to stay focused on Liesel and finding her. I need to remember I have a pack and I can’t get caught up in a girlfriend or a mate or whatever.”

  Sienna’s cheeks blazed at his words.

  “Who said anything about mates or girlfriends or whatever?” She frowned at him. “I sure as hell didn’t. No need to insult me, Brody. I wasn’t begging you to make an honest woman out of me or anything. Calm down.”

  He drew in a deep breath.

  “I need you to understand something--I’m not interested in a mate. They’re a distraction. I’ve got a pack to take care of…I...shit...I need some air.”

  He seemed lost of all a sudden, like he was having a hard time staying focused. Without a word, he practically ran from the suite and slammed the door behind him. Sienna had been stunned. She sat alone in that room for almost two hours waiting for the idiot to come back and make even the tiniest bit of sense, but by that point she’d reached her limit. Digging all her belongings that Brody had salvaged from her purse and her car (which thankfully included her wallet and phone), Sienna picked up the hotel phone and dialed the front desk.

  “Hello? I need to book a room for myself on any floor but this one,” she’d said as soon as the desk manager picked up.

  ***

  Forty-five minutes later, Sienna was safely tucked away into her own room, albeit a smaller one, six floors below Brody’s. Once her phone had been plugged in and gotten a tiny bit of charge, she checked her voicemail and her text messages.

  Sage had left a message saying that he hoped she wasn’t too angry at him for being called away and that she and Brody weren’t at each other’s throats too bad.

  It got a snort out of her. Her insurance agent had called three times and she knew she had to get that sorted out sooner or later. Preferably later.

  It took her a second to wade through the text messages, but she finally found something interesting from her ol’ buddy, Finn, the Drug Dealing Falcon Shifter. He’d sent her a message yesterday letting her know that their mutual friends were likely going to be at a club downtown he was going to spin at. He’d put her name on the list in case she wanted to come check them, and him, out.

  It didn’t sound right and she knew immediately that the little fucker was up to something shady as hell. She’d make a few calls, mostly to her scary old boss Fallon, and find out what Finn was about these days.

  Sienna checked the clock on the television across the room from her. She had another seven hours before the club opened. Seemed like just enough time to do her damndest to forget the stupid shit (and the extreme hurt it had caused both her and her wolf) that’d come out of Brody’s mouth. Easier said than done, but she was so tired from all the excitement in the last 48 hours that she fell asleep quickly.

  Midway through her glorious catchup sleep, her cellphone rang beside her bed. Glancing at the caller, she ignored it and went back to sleep. Not a second later, it was ringing again. Sienna didn’t have to look at the caller to know that Brody probably didn’t appreciate being ignored. He was probably mad that she’d left without telling him.

  Screw him, she thought to herself with a smile before remembering that, in fact, she had and that his reaction to that was the very reason she was sleeping alone in a strange hotel room. Moron.

  To ensure that he didn’t disturb her sleep any more than he already had, Sienna turned the phone off completely and drifted back into peaceful slumber.

  ***

  A little after eight that night, Sienna had polished off a seafood alfredo from room service and was putting the final finishing touches on her outfit for the night when a pounding on the door nearly made her jump out of her skin.

  If the abrasive treatment of her hotel room door wasn’t indication enough, the emotions and scent roiling off Brody on the other side of the wood was a dead giveaway. He was livid. Sienna hesitated a moment just by the door, her hand inches from the knob.

  “I know you’re in there, Sienna!”

  Brody was yelling. Yep, he was pissed.

  “Great job, Sherlock,” she replied, still not opening the door. “You found me. Now go away.”

  She heard him muttering a curse before he spoke again.

  “Open this door or so help me, I’m going to smash it into splinters and you’re going to get us both thrown in jail for destruction of property.”

  She considered ignoring him a little longer, but the likelihood of them getting arrested from the fight that would ensue if he blew her door down like the Big Bad Wolf he was acting like was high. And Sienna didn’t need jailtime on top of everything else on her plate.

  With a sigh, she pulled the chain across the lock and opened the door.

  Three steps in the room, Brody pivoted and faced her as she shut and locked the door behind him.

  “Why did you leave--” he was finishing the question when his eyes finally took in
the curve-hugging strapless black mini-dress and stilettos she was wearing. She’d done her hair in loose waves that fell down her back and her makeup was dramatic and sexy--smoky eyes and shiny, understated lips. She knew she looked good and Brody’s dilated pupils and difficulty finishing sentences only confirmed it.

  “I left because I made you uncomfortable, Brody,” Sienna said with a small sigh. She leaned back against the door and watched him start the fidget thing all over again.

  “Look,” she continued. “As much fun as it is to watch you totally fuck it all up even more, I actually have somewhere to be.”

  That got his attention.

  “Where do you need to be?” His brows furrowed and his eyes darkened.

  She considered lying, but her wolf didn’t like it. As much as a jackass as Brody was being, Sienna’s wolf was still the number one fan of Brody’s. They seemed like peas in a pod no matter how their human halves were behaving.

  “A contact called and said he had a gig at some underground spot he thought some of the Kodiaks frequent,” she began but Brody’s outburst stopped her.

  “And you were, what? Just going to head on over there yourself looking like this? Are you serious, Sienna?”

  Her hackles raised at that.

  “Looking like what, exactly? Fucking amazing? Fuck off, Brody! You’re not my Alpha. You’re searching for your lost pack member and I’m trying to hunt down the assholes who tried to kill me. Same team, right?”

  Her lips pulled back against her teeth. Sienna was a strong dominant and used to being stronger than most shifters she spent time around. But Brody seemed nonplussed by the anger radiating off her. If anything, he seemed---turned on by it? Oh, no. That’s not what she meant to have happen. If he kept looking at her with those feral eyes, they were going to be naked in her bed this time and that’s the last thing she wanted to deal with at this point.

  “Yes, actually,” he said, quieter now and eating up the space between them. “You do look fucking amazing. And I’m going with you. No questions. You’ll get yourself killed with these shifters if you’re not careful and Sage would never forgive me if that happened.”