My Werewolf Professor

by Marian Tee

  Such an act is punishable by death in my world.

  My kind is allowed to reveal the truth to only two types of humans. Those who are or will be blood-bound to us with an oath of loyalty or, like you, someone a Lyccan intends to be his future mate.

  Kassia shivered at the memory of those last three words, but the cold seeping into her skin had nothing to do with the temperature inside her room.

  His future mate.

  Then, she hadn’t the presence of mind to ask what it meant. She had been too stunned, too overwhelmed by the turn of events, that she had only nodded and followed the professor like a puppet when he helped her out of the limousine and took her to a posh-looking hotel and straight up to the penthouse suite.

  When she had entered the suite, the professor remained at the doorway, and at her bemused look, he had explained tautly, “I want you to have time and space to think on your own. I don’t want to be…unfair…and pressure you into choosing a life with me.” The professor had drawn a harsh breath after that. “Because that will be the kind of choice you’d have to make. When you choose me, it’s for the rest of your life.”

  Then the professor was gone, and that time, he hadn’t even bothered to conceal just how fast his kind moved. In a blink, the professor had been gone, and only the sound of the elevator doors closing halfway down the hall told Kassia where he had disappeared to.

  So what now, Kassia wondered numbly.

  In one fell swoop, the professor had destroyed all her defenses, and everything she had held against him was shredded into inconsequential pieces the moment he revealed the truth about himself.

  The professor was a Lyccan, and he had revealed his secret to prove that he wanted Kassia permanently in his life. Was that enough for her to forgive the professor for everything? Should it be enough?

  Even now, a part of Kassia was afraid that the professor was still playing with her, and she wondered painfully if the fear would ever go away.

  If only the professor was a less complex man. If only he was more like Jacob—

  But Kassia knew she was only lying to herself as soon as the thought started forming in her mind.

  If she had wanted someone like Jacob, then she would have fallen for Jacob from the start. Maybe she would even have fallen from one of the few boys her age back in her hometown. But she hadn’t.

  Instead, she had fallen for the professor.

  A man who, for all how perfect his life might seem to the world, had so many layers to him that a lifetime might not be enough for Kassia to truly understand Alessandro Moretti.

  It was a bittersweet thought.

  She had a lifetime with the professor she had fallen in love with, the professor she had once thought was forever out of her league. A lifetime with Professor Alessandro Moretti, the man who had hurt her so much that even her own mother’s odd ways paled in comparison.

  A lifetime…

  Before Kassia knew it, she was already reaching for her phone inside her bag and sending the professor a text message.

  Exactly three seconds later, and she heard the doorbell of her suite ring.

  A nervous laugh escaped Kassia. Oh dear. This inhuman speed of the professor would take some getting used to.

  Jumping out of the bed, she padded barefoot across the suite until she reached the door. Flinging it open, she found the professor standing perfectly still, an exquisitely brooding look on his equally gorgeous face. He had changed for the night, dressed in casual elegance with his black button down shirt and tailored pants.

  Crap. He. So. Beautiful.

  Dazzled and dazed, she wasn’t able to think of anything sensible and mature to say. “G-good evening, Professor.” It was lame, but it was the best she could do.

  The professor didn’t return her smile. “You didn’t check before opening the door.”

  She shook her head.

  “You need to be more careful next time.”

  She nodded obediently. “Yes, Professor.”

  Sensing her wariness and knowing he was the reason for it, Alessandro asked lightly, “Have you turned into a meek little lamb because you know I’m the big, bad wolf?” Kassia visibly relaxed, enough to smile, which he returned.

  Swallowing, Kassia tried to rein her nervousness in as she stepped back to let the professor in.

  “Thank you,” the professor murmured as he entered the room.

  Two ordinary words, but it was enough to have her heart slamming hard against her chest. Was it just her, or did the professor sound even sexier now? Kassia mentally cringed at the thought. She was so, so foolish.

  Closing the door, she found the professor looking at her, his beautiful face still unreadable. But when he spoke, she knew exactly what he wanted to talk about.

  “Kassia—”

  Panic, inexplicable but violent, surged up inside of Kassia.

  She didn’t know and couldn’t explain why, but she just didn’t feel like she was ready to talk about the two of them.

  She shook her head.

  Frustration darkened the professor’s gaze. “Kassia, we must—”

  She suddenly had difficulty breathing. “No—”

  The professor’s chest heaved. “I’m sorry, little chick, but—”

  Desperate, she did the only thing she could think of to shut him up.

  Kassia threw herself at him.

  “What are you—” Albeit stunned, Alessandro’s Lyccan reflexes enabled him to catch Kassia without fail. He started to ask what was wrong, but the moment Kassia was secure in his arms, she silenced him with a kiss. Then her arms went around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.

  He tried to pull away, but she only kissed him harder in response. “Please.” When her voice broke, his heart cracked alongside hers, and he knew they wouldn’t be talking then.

  His arms tightening around hers, he kissed her back, telling her without words that whatever she wanted, he would make sure to provide.

  Her body shook against him in response, and her lips stopped its desperate dance against his. It became soft, painfully so. Thank you.

  The professor took control then, and Kassia surrendered to his dominance. The feel of his lips moving against hers, alternating between poignant tenderness and rough passion, made Kassia squeeze her eyes shut. When his tongue pushed inside her mouth, Kassia’s toes curled while her arms tightened reflexively around his neck. And when the professor started sucking on her tongue, she moaned and her body began to move uncontrollably, her breasts rubbing against the professor’s hard chest while she unconsciously ground her sex against his deliciously throbbing erection.

  Knowing he was only moments away from taking Kassia on the floor, Alejandro stalked towards the bedroom, Kassia still in his arms and their mouths still locked in passionate union.

  Only when he had to lay her down on the bed did Alessandro break the kiss, and as she stared up at him in mute desire, he asked hoarsely if he could undress her. He wanted her permission even though he knew he could get away without it. He needed her to say it, not wanting Kassia to regret even a second of the time they spent together.

  Pleasure blazed through him at Kassia’s small nod, and his fingers shook with unnatural carelessness as he made short work of the zipper at the back of her dress. Pulling it over her head, Alessandro sucked his breath in when he saw that underneath the dress she had only her panties on, and nothing to cover her wonderfully abundant breasts.

  Heat turned Kassia’s cheeks pink at the way the professor’s gaze devoured her breasts. She tried to cover herself up but of course, the professor forbade her to. He always did. Moving so swiftly it once again left her breathless, the professor threw her dress to the floor, chained her wrists over her head, and got rid of her panties.

  In a blink of an eye, she was naked and imprisoned under him.

  “You’re not fighting fair,” she protested breathlessly, but it was a mixture of excitement and fear.

  The professor’s eyes only gleamed. “Now that
you know what I am,” he murmured silkily, “I must warn you. I will never play fair with you in bed.”

  Alessandro then bent down to lick the outer curve of Kassia’s ear, his lips curving when her body twisted up in response. “I’ll be unpredictable…” As Kassia shivered anew, he purred into her ear, “…and you’ll find yourself enjoying every unexpected second I spend fucking you.”

  The combination of the professor’s blatantly dirty words, his exquisitely worldly accent, and the feel of his tongue laving her ear was too much, and Kassia cried out, her sex vibrating even more powerfully as a tiny spurt of wetness actually flowed past her folds.

  “Professor,” Kassia whispered. “Please…”

  Shuddering at the pleading sound of her voice, Alessandro suddenly found the tables turned, and Kassia was now the seducer, with the way she was rubbing her entire body against his hard frame like a kitty. The beautiful weight of her breasts mesmerized him, making Alessandro want to feed on them one at a time, while the slick, vibrating feel of her sex, with its soft folds eager to welcome his cock in, made it nearly impossible to think.

  “Be still,” he grated down at her, but when she only continued to plead, whimper, and seduce him with the way her naked body danced against him, his control slipped several notches lower.

  “Kassia, behave,” he growled even as he succumbed to her plea for more. In a blink, he was naked as she was, and Alessandro had to close his eyes when Kassia released a sexy little whimper at the feel of his hot, bare skin against hers.

  When Alessandro’s hands forcibly pressed her hips down to keep her still, Kassia took advantage of her freed hands to run them over his back. The smooth, hard, muscled texture of it made her sigh with pleasure, and both she and Alessandro shuddered when her fingers found the muscled cheeks of his buttocks.

  She dug her nails into the tight skin, and another powerful shudder racked the professor’s frame. It made her feel powerful and beautiful, but even so, it didn’t stem the insatiable, restless feeling inside of her. Looking up at him, she whispered, “Please, Professor.” She knew she was being reckless, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted more. She wanted everything, and she was so darn tired of waiting.

  Alessandro strove to stay in control. “Think about what you’re asking, baby,” he said hoarsely. “You’ve never had sex before. You need to think—”

  “I am thinking,” Kassia cut him off fiercely. Curling her arms around his neck, she pulled herself up to place a kiss on his mouth, and her heart skipped several beats when he kissed her back hungrily.

  Pulling away, she whispered against his lips, “I’m thinking I want you to take me now—”

  Alessandro’s body jerked at the seductive pull of Kassia’s words.

  “So will you, Professor?” The faint hesitation in the professor’s eyes frustrated her, and she heard herself demand, “Take me. Take me, Alessandro, before some other man—”

  Fury flared in the professor’s eyes at her words. “Never.” The ominous growl had terror piercing through Kassia’s sensual haze, making her wonder wildly what she had gotten herself into.

  Oh God, oh God, he looked fit to kill at the mere mention of another man.

  Kassia tried to pull away, but the professor’s hold on her had turned into immovable chains.

  She was trapped under a furious, hungry Lyccan, and it was all her fault.

  “A-Alessandro—”

  The growl, accompanied by the dangerous glint in his green eyes, shut her up.

  “So be it, Kassia.”

  The finality in his voice made her quiver, and she couldn’t recall whether she had ever felt so afraid and aroused at the same time.

  Alessandro couldn’t get Kassia’s words out of his mind, couldn’t stop making himself see red at the mere fucking idea of another man taking Kassia’s virginity.

  Looking down at her, he said in a hard voice, “Make no mistake, Kassia. You are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Mine to love.” Even as Kassia’s eyes widened, it no longer mattered, and he only swallowed her gasp of shock in a kiss meant to mark her anew with his possession.

  “I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me,” he whispered harshly against her lips. “Anyone.” His hand moved and he gripped her hair, making her look at him. “So if you don’t want anyone to die, look only at me.”

  So much power and danger surrounded the professor at that moment that Kassia knew he was no less harmful than a time bomb set to explode. The display of inhuman strength should have impressed her, but it didn’t.

  How could it when she saw that underneath the anger was the professor’s unspoken pain? Pain that she herself had caused, pain that came from the professor’s belief that he didn’t deserve her and so he would only have himself to blame if Kassia chose to play around and find another man.

  The professor might have hurt her numerous times, but it didn’t make her love go away, didn’t make her want to see him hurt like he was now.

  She wanted the professor to stop hurting, and there was only one way to do that.

  Raising her hands, she again found the courage to clasp his face, an act that only a girl who truly loved could do. “I’m yours, professor.” She looked into his eyes, saw wolf and man, and loved both. “Yours to fuck,” she whispered shakily. “Yours to own, yours to love—”

  The professor groaned, and then his mouth was covering hers, and she kissed him back even as her riotous emotions made Kassia fight back tears.

  This time, the professor was an unstoppable force, seducing and tempting her with every move of his lips and hands. He kissed his way down her body at an agonizingly slow pace, making her plead wildly and writhe restlessly on the bed.

  He spent forever worshipping her breasts, cupping them one at a time as he devoured her nipple until it strained into a painfully tight tip. After, the professor moved down, and she moaned long and hard when his mouth found the core of her passion. Oh, how he played her clit with endless patience and mastery, turning her into a throbbing, screaming mass of sensation. At the last flicks of his tongue, she had come, and only when the folds of her sex parted open at her pleasure did the professor finally raise himself up and push his engorged cock inside her body.

  Alessandro’s teeth gnashed as he sought to control the movement of his cock even while his body clamored for him to lose himself in Kassia’s tight, warm sex. He wanted to fuck her so deep and hard, wanted to fill her with his seed until it dripped down her legs, and the thought that it would happen nearly drove him insane.

  Inch by inch, he pushed inside her, his gaze on her face, watching for any sign of hurt. When their eyes met, Kassia managed a smile. “It d-doesn’t hurt.”

  A hoarse laugh escaped him as Alessandro realized that his little tender chick was actually trying to comfort him.

  Realizing he didn’t believe her, she insisted, “It really doesn’t.” It was true. Faint tremors still racked her body, making the feel of his cock inside her sex less abrasive. Even so, she couldn’t help feeling a little stiff, unable to get the fear and knowledge that it would hurt out of her mind. She had tried not to look at his cock but failed. It had been gigantic, and even with just the head of his cock inside her now, she already felt so full.

  “Do it now,” she whispered.

  The professor’s brows lifted.

  “I don’t want you distracting me.” Swallowing, she admitted the truth to him, saying shakily, “I want to see your face when you make me yours.”

  The sweetness of her words made him close his eyes. “God, Kassia…” Opening them, he told her rawly, “Then look at me now.”

  When the meaning of his words became clear, Kassia sucked her breath in.

  Keeping his eyes on her face, Alessandro slowly pushed his cock further inside her. Even as pain flashed in the brown depths of Kassia’s eyes, he didn’t stop, forcing her sex to stretch wider and wider—

  Kassia’s fingers curled against his shoulders, turning into a tight grip as she whimpe
red in hurt. “Professor…” Her eyes drifted close at the sheer pain of it.

  “Look at me now,” he gritted.

  Slowly, her eyes blinked open.

  He pushed all the way in, and Kassia let out another whimper as his cock tore through her hymen.

  Kassia was in a daze, temporarily unable to make sense of exactly what she was feeling. Relief, maybe, because it was all over. Disbelief because she hadn’t known it would hurt that much. But most of all…

  She looked up at the professor.

  Something profound but unnamed, something that made her feel complete, because she had finally given the professor what she had always thought was his.

  “Kassia.” The way the professor spoke her name made her toes curl, but before she could say his name back, he had started to move, and she could no longer think. It started with long, slow strokes that went deeper and deeper. When Kassia started moving her hips to meet his thrusts, the professor changed his pace, making his strokes harder, less precise, and faster.

  So, so fast she wondered dazedly if an ordinary human could move this fast and make her feel this good…

  The professor bent down, his lips latching onto her nipple, and then he was moving again. She threw her head back and screamed, her fingers digging harder into his skin as the two-fold pleasure threatened to take over her.

  “Alessandro…” His name was torn out of her soul.

  Alessandro shuddered at the way Kassia said his name, knowing that there had been a time he had genuinely believed she would never say his name that way again.

  His desire spiraling out of control, he found himself fucking her harder, his hands diving deep under her body to cup her buttocks so he could penetrate her more deeply. Sounds of sex filled the room – his balls slapping against her sex, the rasp of his cock sliding in and out of her folds, the breathy little whimpers of Kassia intermingling with his low, heavy panting—

  Underneath him, Kassia’s throat bobbed and she started breathing in quick, loud gasps. “Professor…” Her eyes began to dilate, and then she was coming.

  Seeing Kassia reach her orgasm aroused him like no other sight, and with a groan, Alessandro came as well, his hips pushing down almost wildly as he pumped his seed into her with every downward thrust.