by Marian Tee
Alessandro had the satisfaction of seeing Kassia freeze at the unexpected sight of him, but it was not enough to soothe his temper.
It was his first time to see up close what Kassia was wearing. Although she had on but a simple sweater and jeans, the sweater was loose enough to hang low on one side, revealing the creamy skin of her shoulder. The sight of it made him want to bite her, and he was sure even human cubs would feel the same way about it. Knowing it was so made him want to snarl and snap his jaw at Jacob so the little boy would run away.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that. This was his family’s university, after all, and Jacob was one of his students.
“Good afternoon, Professor,” Jacob mumbled.
Kassia didn’t say a thing, only nodding in greeting.
Impertinent chick. If she thought he would let her get away with it, she would soon find out how wrong she was.
Striving to keep his tone even, he asked, “How are you two doing with classes?”
“We’re good. Kassia might just pass her first test—”
“Jacob!” Kassia was red-faced.
Alessandro mentally counted to three. He intensely disliked the way the boy took it upon himself to answer for Kassia, like they were already one. “Is that true, Kassia? You’re about to pass your first test?” And was that because she had Jacob to tutor her? Perhaps it wasn’t the only thing the boy was teaching her.
Kassia had lifted her chin and was glaring at him defiantly.
God, it made Alessandro want to kiss her hard. One kiss, and she would remember who her master was.
“Yes.” Her tone was just as defiant.
Oh, so she was being proud now? She thought she had it better with a boy compared to him?
Kassia said fiercely, “I’m going to pass and you can’t do anything about it. I’m going to ace all my exams, and I’ll get what I want!”
Alessandro froze.
Jacob was just as still, his eyes darting between Kassia and Alessandro. Finally, he asked hesitantly, “Umm, why would the professor not want you to pass?”
Kassia let out a squeak, as if only realizing what she had just let slip.
Later, he would punish her. But for now, he was too much in a good mood to do so, having finally understood why Kassia wanted to pass all her exams.
So she really was serious about the bet.
The realization made him feel…
It made him want to fuck her.
He said smoothly to Jacob, “You misunderstand. I’ve been threatening to kick her out of my martial arts class if her grades don’t improve. That’s all.” He glanced at Kassia, frowning, as if her grades still worried him. “Speaking of your grades, your grade in my class is also starting to slip.”
Her eyes widened. “It is?”
Ah, such innocence. It would be the most amazing feeling to conquer that innocence and see her awaken to womanhood in his arms.
He nodded briskly. “Yes. Please follow me to my office so we can discuss what you may do about it.” Alessandro nodded at Jacob. “I hope it’s okay I talk to your friend for now?”
“Of course, Professor.” Jacob smiled charmingly at Kassia. “See you around, Kas.”
The smile made Alessandro want to knock the boy’s teeth off, and the way he used a nickname to call his girl made his teeth gnash.
Perhaps he could turn into a wolf tonight and bite this boy’s hand to teach him a lesson. That – or fail him in his class. Jacob had to learn not to bite the hand that fed him, had to remember that in Moretti University, Alessandro was god.
****
“Professor Moretti, wait.”
Kassia was barely able to catch up with the professor as he walked out of the library and headed towards the stairs.
Unable to match his long-legged pace, she found herself running when the professor disappeared as he went down another flight of stairs.
“Professor!” She hurried down—
Kassia screamed when someone suddenly pulled her from behind, a hand covering her mouth.
When she turned around, she saw the professor and he was pulling her inside the tool closet at the mezzanine—
Alessandro pulled the door shut. This was one of the carefully selected places in the university that none of the CCTVs in the area was able to record. It was a contingency, a place where shifters like him could turn during emergencies.
Right now, he had found it useful for another type of emergency, one just as important.
He switched the lights off, plunging the tool closet into almost complete darkness. Kassia’s human eyes would prevent her from seeing him clearly, but Alessandro had no such problems. Lyccan vision was a thousand times better, and it allowed him to reach for her unerringly.
She gasped when he clasped her waist, gasped again when he lifted her off her feet so he could settle her on top of a waist-high shelf.
“Professor, what—”
He swallowed the rest of what she had to say with his kiss.
For a moment, Kassia couldn’t move, too shocked at what was happening. One moment the professor was with another woman, the next moment he had whisked her into the darkness and was kissing her—
He lifted his head. “Kassia?”
She touched her lips. Bruised. It definitely felt bruised, and yet this was not a dream.
She looked up at him. “Professor, I don’t like seeing you with another woman.” She felt selfish for mumbling out such words, but she had to say it.
Alessandro’s chest squeezed at such honesty. His shy chick was too innocent, especially for him. If he had a conscience, he should let her go right now and have her forget him. But he couldn’t. There was no one like her, and he wanted her.
“Do what I tell you,” he said, voice taut with suppressed desire, “and you’ll be the only woman I’ll fuck.”
She whimpered. She couldn’t help it, not when it was the professor saying that.
He kissed her again, and this time she returned it, shyly, hungrily, passionately. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled his head down so he could deepen the kiss. She sucked his tongue, he sucked her lower lip, and it was like a game of who could make the other more insane with need.
Kassia shuddered when she felt his hands start to move, stiffening in fear and excitement when the professor’s hands covered her breasts. His hands were big, but so were her breasts, embarrassingly so. It warmed her all over when he groaned against her lips, saying, “So damn big.”
Her head fell back as his lips moved down her neck. He was kneading her breasts now, caressing them in a way she had never thought of even touching herself. It was beautiful, hot, heady, the way he squeezed her breasts hard and tight.
She bit her lip hard, doing her best not to make any noise when the professor lifted her sweater off. Pushing the bra to the side, he cupped her breasts again, this time skin against skin, resulting in such pleasure it had her catching her breath.
“So damn big,” the professor repeated hoarsely, and his voice made her toes curl. She was glad, oh she was so glad he found them big, and not in a way that he disliked.
“I bet they taste fucking sweet, too…”
Her eyes widened—
And then his mouth was there, tasting her nipples with tiny, teasing flicks of his tongue. “Sweet,” he groaned just before suckling on them like a babe.
She gripped his head, her shyness fleeing her as the pleasure mounted and mounted. She moaned in protest when he stopped kissing her breast, but the sound soon turned into a squeal of fear when she realized where his kisses were heading.
“Professor—”
“We’re not going to fuck, little chick. Not until you do as promised. But right now, I want to have a taste of you.”
When he talked like that, she couldn’t argue. It was just too sexy, having the professor speak so dirty to her. The professor had nimble fingers – either that or he was an expert when it came to pulling off jeans. A few seconds were all it took for her to be f
ree of her jeans, and then another second for her to be free of her silk panties.
Cold air greeted her bare flesh. “Professor,” she whispered, shivering in embarrassment and arousal. It was so confusing, the way he made her feel so self-conscious and shameless at the same time.
Kassia nearly jumped when she felt the professor touch the flesh between her legs. She was already wet there, and she could feel her sex drenching his finger. When he pulled it away, she heard a sucking sound. Fire burst in her cheeks at the realization that he was sucking her essence on his finger.
“Sweeter than I hoped, little chick.”
She whimpered.
Alessandro laughed at the sound. “Are you embarrassed?”
“Of course I am.” It was part wail, part mumble, part snarl.
“Good. I like you embarrassed.” And then he sought to embarrass her more by pushing her legs wide open, lowering his head, and fucking her with his tongue. She buckled immediately at the first raspy slide of his tongue against her folds. She tried to struggle away from him, the intensity of his kiss shocking her, but Alessandro wasn’t going to let her go anywhere.
Not now.
Not ever.
Gripping her legs, he easily kept them wide apart without exerting any kind of strength. He thrust his tongue in and out of her sweet sex relentlessly, and after a few thrusts, her struggles changed. She was now lifting her hips towards his mouth, and she was mewling, begging without words for more of his possession.
If she wanted him to fuck her out of her mind, he would gladly oblige.
Moving up, he took her straining bud of pleasure into his mouth and sucked. Hard. Tight. To the point that pain and pleasure mingled and exploded.
Under his mouth, her sex strained, froze, and quivered before releasing fragrant creamy liquid. She came so hard it was almost as if her orgasm was rendering her apart. No one had ever come so beautifully in his arms before, and knowing that it was real, that it wasn’t her faking in any way, made him groan.
He unzipped himself and took out his cock.
“Professor, no,” Kassia protested weakly when she felt his head moving, his tongue licking her folds as if preparing her for another orgasm. “Please, Professor—” But it was too late. His tongue was there again, joined by his expertly moving fingers, which teased her folds, dipping slightly in before pulling back.
Dimly, she heard the sound of flesh being stroked, fast and hard, and she realized it was the professor pleasuring himself.
The thought had her shuddering, her eyes closing as she imagined how the professor would look like, with his hand on his cock, rubbing and stroking himself while his eyes were on her body.
The image was too much, and just like that, she started to come against his mouth for the second time. She was still shuddering when the professor growled his release, his mouth grinding hard against her sex while he stroked and squeezed his cock as he released his seed to the floor.
In the darkness, the professor spoke. “Kassia.”
She squeezed her eyes shut.
God, it was such a simple thing, the professor just saying her name, but somehow it felt unbelievably tender and intimate, bringing tears to her eyes. Dear God, just him saying her name and she was falling apart. If a part of her was still uncertain about her feelings for him, now there was no room for doubt.
She really was in love with the professor.
****
The professor walked her back to the dorm, a few feet behind her to keep students from spreading rumors about them. They didn’t talk, didn’t look at each other, but they didn’t have to.
Professor: Did it feel good?
Kassia: You know the answer to that, Professor.
Professor: I just wanted to make sure.
Kassia: That I felt good?
Professor: Yes. Because I have a feeling you’ll flunk your tests tomorrow.
Kassia: Professor, you’re mean!
Professor: Just honest. Because if I know you, you won’t be able to study tonight as you’ll only be thinking of my cock.
Kassia tripped just as she reached the front of her dorm, having read the professor’s last message. She whirled around to glare at the professor, and the heck if it would cause rumors or not, but he was gone.
Her phone beeped.
Professor: And just so you know, mine’s a foot long.
Her phone crashed to the floor.
Holy darn cow, a foot…long? Twelve…inches?
The professor was right. She really might not be able to study tonight.
MY WEREWOLF PROFESSOR 2
FIVE MONTHS AGO
“How do I look?” I twirled around for my grandparents’ benefit, and then did another twirl as I watched myself in the mirror, loving the way the dress’ long, flowing skirt danced around my legs. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever owned, and the fact that it was a gift from my mother made it even more precious.
“You look like a princess,” my grandfather Chris said loyally.
I laughed. “Oh, Gramps.” I turned to Kate, asking shyly, “Gran?”
“It’s one of those rare instances that I’ll have to agree with your grandfather,” Kate answered.
There were tears in her eyes, but there was also sadness, and my smile faded. “What’s wrong?”
Kate shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just an old woman getting sentimental.” She wiped her eyes as she spoke. Looking up again, she seemed to hesitate before saying, “You understand this won’t be permanent, don’t you?”
Her words made me realize what she was worried about, and I sighed. “Oh, Gran.” Taking a seat next to her on the couch, I hugged Kate tightly, touched by her concern. “I know what you’re thinking, and it won’t be like that.”
Kate was normally tough, like an army sergeant (but then, she and Gramps had been in the Marines), but she was also the one who had raised me since I was a baby. The years I had spent in her care had taught me things only few people know about, and one was that Kate’s greatest pain came from seeing her loved ones getting hurt.
“You’ve explained to me about this before. My mother lost her head in love but when my biological father left her, she wasn’t ever the same again. The moment she gave birth, she left me in your care, knowing she wouldn’t be able to take care of me. But now she’s back and she wants to start anew. I’m not to expect anything from it, but I shouldn’t hate her for what she did.”
Hugging her again, I said simply, “And I don’t. It’s impossible to hate when you and Gramps raised me to be so dreadfully nice.”
Before Kate could answer, we heard the unmistakable sound of a car coming up our farm’s driveway.
She was here.
Kimberley Dresden.
My mother.
We all stiffened, and for a moment all we could do was look at each other, as if not knowing what to do. If it had been happening to someone else, I would probably think it was funny. We were acting like it was the U.S. President coming to visit us when it was just their daughter. My mother.
Chris broke the silence, saying gruffly, “Let’s go and meet our prodigal daughter then.” Standing up, he went to the door, telling us to stay behind. My heartbeat began to race as I watched my grandfather open the door and speak in a low, undecipherable murmur.
Was this how it felt to be in love? I wondered giddily. This excitement of seeing my mother, of finally being able to see her and talk to her in the flesh – I really had a feeling it would be no different from how it would be if and when I fell in love for the first time.
Finally, Chris came walking back and I saw the silhouette of two women walking behind him.
Chris’ face was bland, and his tone was equally impersonal as he said, “Kassia, I’d like to introduce you to your mother.” He stepped aside.
I caught my breath.
My mother was beautiful. Like an actress, or any one of those women who starred in reality shows featuring rich men’s housewives. She was beautiful, elegant, a
nd sophisticated. Like Kate and me, she was also a strawberry blonde, and her eyes were also the same shade of brown. I looked so much like her, it was uncanny, and my heartbeat raced even faster.
My mother. This was my mother. My mother—
“Hello, Kassia. You’ve grown into a beautiful woman.”
Her voice was…odd. I didn’t know how to explain why, only that I knew I hadn’t heard a voice like it in my entire life. Ignoring it, I rose to my feet and said shyly, “Hello, ma’am.” I waited for her to tell me I shouldn’t call her that. That I should call her Kimberley or even Mom.
But she didn’t.
“I’m glad the dress fits you perfectly. I knew you’d be the same size as me and your grandmother.” Her gaze moved to Kate, who had risen to her feet as well.
I turned to look at my grandmother and found her unsmiling.
“Should I leave the two of you alone?” Kate asked. “I’m sure you and Kassia have a lot to talk about—”
Kimberley’s laugh cut her off. “Oh, dear heavens, no. There’s no need for that. I’m sure you’ve told her all about me?”
That was odd, too, I couldn’t help thinking. The way she smiled. It wasn’t something I had ever seen before.
“Not all,” Kate answered. “I’m hoping you’d surprise me and show us you’ve changed.”
My mother laughed again. “Well, then, I guess you’re in for disappointment.” Turning to look at me, she asked, “Shall we sit?” She didn’t wait for an answer, leaving Kate and me to take our seats as well.
The woman behind her remained on her feet, and when my mother saw where I was looking, she said dismissively, “Don’t mind her. We’ll get to her later.”
My mouth opened and closed, unable to figure out the best way to answer. Be polite to guests and offer a seat or be respectful of my mother’s wishes?