Seducing the Schoolmarm

by Mahalia Levey

  “I can’t give you what you need.” She cried out in frustration. “I’m not the submitting type of girl. This is new to me. I’m not in tune with my beast the way others are. I…this is hard for me to live in this skin. I’m not a sexual being.”

  Ravage laughed. “Trust the lupine blood flowing in you, beautiful. She knows how to submit to her male. Let her guide you, show you the beauty of sensuality.” He nipped her neck hard enough to leave a mark, without branding her as his yet. “A teaser of what’s to come.”

  “It’s only been a little over a week. How can you think this is forever?” Adrie clawed at his back.

  Ravage blew a trail of warm breath down her abdomen, sunk to his knees, and inhaled her musk scent. “Because you, like me, feel the magnetic pull of two souls. Our lupines are connected on a spiritual level that scares the human side of you. This is real, everlasting, unlike the assholes who wined and dined you, and left you wanting, left you empty. Feel our hearts beat in sync, the tremor of electricity sparking between us, the discomfort when we’re not close. Our way of life is innate, beautiful.” He trailed his lips up the inside of her thigh to the apex of her core and blew a cool breath over her sensitized skin.

  “Oh, my God. Do that again.” She lifted her hips to receive his tongue.

  Damn how her body arched for him. His tongue teased her slit, sucked on the needy nub, edging her closer to the cliff. Ravage growled against her pussy lips, letting the vibrations wrack her drenched pussy. A creamy river flooded his mouth. He drank greedily, lapping up every drop, his nose nudging her clit on the upstroke, causing aftershock spasms. Adrie’s Wolf wanted more—he felt the beast’s gnawing hunger in tune with his own. He slid from her thighs and ran his fingers around his mouth as he eyed her with a heated intensity. “We’re not done yet.”

  “You’re going to give me more?”

  “So sweet, so confused.” Ravage grinned. “Did you think I’d only give you one orgasm?”

  “But I didn’t give in.” She ran her hand over her shirt to cover up.

  He slapped her hands away. “Don’t hide your luscious body from me. You’re exquisite perfection. All curves and soft skin, wide hips, a nice healthy ass. You’ll give in soon enough.” He smirked.

  “Sure about yourself, are you?”

  Ravage unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather strap from the loops, then tossed it on the desk. “Nothing wrong with confidence.”

  Adrie couldn’t take her eyes off him. He enjoyed her rapt fascination. When he popped the button open and drew down his jeans, freeing his cock, her eyes widened and her face blushed bright red.

  Full mast, his shaft jerked. A thin line of precum dripped in suspension from his slit. “Speechless, beautiful? I know he’s pretty, and all for you.”

  “I want you.” Her Wolf rippled under her skin, her skin morphing back and forth but never a complete shift, as she struggled with her soul’s need and her brain’s refusal to accept. Her itchy skin had to hurt, a hurt he wanted to soothe, to be the balm that took the sting away and left her satiated. Pretty blue Wolf eyes peered at him. Locked in human form, her pure Wolf scent pressed for him to take control.

  He waited. A strategist by nature, some things couldn’t be rushed and this counted as one. “I’ve dreamed of taking you here. Bending you over your desk, making you feel things, see truths you never perceived existed.”

  He grabbed her hand, wrapping her slender fingers over his thick girth. Adrie stroked him nice and slow. On each upward pull, his balls drew tight. He closed his eyes, letting her play for the moment. Bold by nature, his she-wolf worked his cock in her tiny hand.

  “Velvet steel.” She ghosted the tip of her polished fingernail over his cock head, teasing the underside.

  Ravage halted her playtime, turned her around, and bent her over the desk. His mouth watered for a taste of her delectable ass. But first, he delivered a solid slap over her lush cheek and kissed the burn away. A moan left Adrie’s parted lips. Enthralled, he gently nipped where his lips had touched. An indrawn breath escaped, her hands tightening on the desk edge as he slid his cock home, plunging into her satin heat.

  “So full.”

  “I know, beautiful.” He gripped her hips as he thrust and she cast back to meet him. Juices drenched his dick. Each time he pulled completely out the natural lubricant glistened. With a growl, he kept his Wolf in check, taking his time to work her body to a pulsating mass of energy, ripe for climaxing. Rotating his hips added another layer of friction, and her legs, stuck between his, trembled.

  Ravage leaned over, his chest flush against her back, his hands pinning her hips to him. Balls deep within her, he delivered long, slow jabs without pulling out. He tugged gently on her lobe, allowing her to hear the possessive growl of his Wolf, feel the bite of his claws clamoring to be unleashed.

  “I’m so close. Harder.”

  “Turn over.” He checked his control and slid out of her hot cunt. Adrie turned around and sat on the desk. He stepped between her legs, surging home in a solid thrust.

  She wasted no time in wrapping legs around his waist and leaning back on her elbows. Head thrown back, he gained pleasure watching her eyes go hazy with each plunge, heard the pounding cadence of her heart beating as he drove into her. Her core clenched around him, clutched him in silken waves of decadence. He licked his thumb and stroked her tiny nub. A tremble overtook her body, and she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. With his other hand, he palmed her breast, flicking the sensitized bud again and again, then increased his tempo. Her core shuddered around him.

  “So hot, so wet. Fuck, beautiful.” He slowed his pace, giving her a leisure fuck.

  Leaning forward, Adrie threw her arms around his neck, the desk creaking from their heavy motion. Her lips finding his, she thrust her tongue in and undulated her hips over his cock. Ravage nipped and sucked, tangling his tongue with hers, their heated skin flush to each other, moist air passing between them as they kissed. Her nails scored his back and ass as she trailed her lips down his neck and bit, a hint of fang piercing the corded muscle. He groaned. She’d marked him, and he couldn’t be happier.

  “So gorgeous.” A mark he could deal with, give her what she desperately needed until she came to terms with being mated. Winding her thick mass of waves around his fist, he drew her neck to his lips and bit, the warm taste of her crimson life force flooding his mouth. Giving her a monsoon of an orgasm from his bite dragged him unwilling over the edge. He wanted to fuck her into tomorrow.

  “Ravage!”

  “Shh, darlin’.” Like her, he licked the wound shut, gave one last suckle, and let go. His climax washed over him in waves, he filled her womb with the first spray of cum, and followed up by pulling out, jets of his seed hitting her belly and trimmed mons. He rubbed in the semen and let out a savage growl. “My seed on your creamy skin is sexy.” Bunching her ass in his hands, he released one globe and gave one last stinging blow. Tucking her into his body, he sat down in the now rickety chair.

  Together, they surveyed the damage. Papers askew, love stains on the wood, cracks along the edges of the desk from where she gripped. A tornado of loving happened in the room.

  “Messy fun.”

  “I have to teach tomorrow.” She let out a forlorn groan. “They’re going to know, the older ones at least. I should open the windows and let some fresh air in.” She jumped off his lap.

  “You know you’re naked and going to stand in front of a bank of windows with this bright light on.” He chuckled. “We may just make an exhibitionist out of you yet.”

  “Hardy-har-har. Unlikely.” As soon as she opened the windows, she clothed her body with magic.

  “Aw, you ruined my view.” Ravage walked to her and tugged her into his arms. “You smell”—he inhaled the sweet fragrance of her hair—“edible.”

  “You are a horn dog.”

  “I scent your ardor, love.” He ran his fingers over his mark on her neck. “My brand on you is so sexy. In fact,
I want nothing more than to take you to your home and repeat all night, but I have patrol tonight.”

  “Rain check? I have to teach, and you’ll have to sleep when you get off,” she said with a pout on her lips. “How much time do we have before you go?”

  “Not long. Enough for me to walk you home, kiss you a few times, and leave to report to duty.”

  “Oh, I wanted to check on Luck.

  “Ford is there with Caress. Raze is…. Who knows where my brother is.” Ravage laughed.

  “I’m sorry about what I said earlier. How you choose to parent your sister isn’t my business.”

  “No worries. I enjoyed our first fight and the make-up sex afterward.” He winked as he dressed himself and buckled his belt. “Let’s get you safely home.” Ravage dropped a kiss on her lips, draped an arm over her shoulder, and left the school with her. “Beautiful.”

  “Yeah?”

  “In the morning, you can put some cleaner on the floor. The scent will mask our sexual exploits. You have nothing to hide, but if it makes you feel better, don’t hesitate to do it.”

  Chapter Eight

  The doorbell rang, forcing Ravage from the back of the house. He passed Caress working on the garden mapping, glad she’d found something to occupy her time and groaned when she pushed back her chair, beating him to the front door.

  “Hello, you here for the twins? And which one, Raze or Ravage?”

  The guy snorted and extended his hand in greeting. “I’m Jace, and I’m here for the grungy one.”

  “He’s right here, come on in. Ravage, you got company.” Caress smiled at her brother, then extended her hand to shake Jace’s and leaned forward to sniff him.

  “Caress, don’t sniff the guests.”

  “I smell gay. My brother Raze would love that. He’s tired of his human lovers.”

  He grimaced. “Don’t you have work to do?”

  She shrugged.

  “Jesus, Caress, go back to your homework.” Ravage swatted her ass and greeted Jace. “Sup?”

  “Did she call me gay, dude?”

  “Don’t mind her. She thinks anyone who doesn’t look at her boobs is gay and tries to hook them up with our brother who is. I don’t know where I went wrong raising her.” Ravage shook his head.

  Jace chuckled. “Oh, I understand. Wait till you meet my sister, Kate.” He rolled his eyes. “She’s stubborn enough to make a grown man cry.”

  “Men cry?” He chuckled. “So, Alpha says he needs us to go check out something in Collins?”

  “Yeah.” Jace’s brows furrowed, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s some bullshit land developers harassing my mate.” He dropped his hand to his side and met Ravage’s gaze. “I don’t trust them not to do anything stupid.”

  “We definitely need to handle the situation. Sorry to hear your mate’s having issues with assholes.” He whistled. A minute later, his twin came into view with a pencil in his mouth and sketches in hand. “Yo?”

  “I’m heading out with Jace. Keep an eye on Caress and make sure she spars while I’m gone.”

  “Sup, Jace,” Raze said.

  Jace lifted his chin. “Hey, man. Good to see you again. You should come out for a run later.”

  Raze scratched his head and yawned, dropping the pencil. “I will once I get the new buildings designed.”

  “Spar with Caress as hard as we do.” Ravage left the house with Jace. “Your truck or mine?”

  Jace shrugged. “I’ll drive.” He strode across the yard to his vehicle. “Let’s roll.”

  Ravage hopped in the passenger seat, set his backpack on the floor, and put on the seatbelt. Yeah, good habits were hard to break. He unrolled his media player and hit shuffle. “Call me Maybe” blared in the truck speakers.

  “I’m going to kill her.” Ravage growled. Jace looked mortified as Ravage began singing the words. “I know. Don’t revoke my man card, but she did this shit on purpose. Once it begins playing, the damn song is stuck in a person’s head.”

  “What the hell is that crap?” Jace scrunched his nose in disgust. “Warn a man, will ya?”

  “Bro, sing along. It’s my sister’s favorite pop song.”

  Jace’s mouth flapped open twice. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Revulsion set in his features. “No fucking way, man.”

  “Raze has a fucking dance to it. One line. We’re bonding, first bro road trip.”

  “Bonding, my ass,” Jace mumbled. He closed his eyes and shook his head, hand on the keys in the ignition. “Look if I do this shit, will you turn it off and can we never speak of this again?”

  Ravage chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll never discuss this again.” He turned on his cell to record and hit reset.

  Jace revved the engine and peeled out of the driveway. He growled out, “Hey, I just met you and this is crazy….”

  Ravage continued taping them, mostly Jace as he sang the song—body mannerisms and all—on the way off pack territory. In the corner of his eye, he saw their boss Ryker with his jaw open as the badass vehicle passed, blaring the pop song with the driver getting into the music. Ravage did the hand signals, too, put his hand up to his ear pretending to speak into it, during the chorus.

  Jace sighed and cast an exasperated glance at Ravage. “I’m totally getting your ass back for this, man.”

  Ravage grinned and hit shuffle, glad when the new song wasn’t pop princess bubblegum bullshit. “You have to admit it was brilliant. The team will be teasing you for this. It is your vehicle.”

  “Brilliant for who?” Jace laughed. “Hell, my mate already thinks I’m gay.”

  Ravage laughed. “I see why my sister’s words bothered you. You are a pretty boy. But not gay. I live with one.”

  Jace winked. “So, you think I’m pretty, Scruffy?”

  “Okay, now don’t get all hot. I know I’m sexy scruff and all. Don’t try to grab my junk. Hands on the wheel. We ain’t bondin’ on that level, bro.” Ravage grinned.

  Jace threw his head back and released a deep laugh. “Fair enough. Your junk’s safe from me.”

  “Thank fuck. Man, you did that too damn well. So tell me about your mate while we take this boring-ass drive.”

  Jace stared straight ahead, a wide grin on his face. “Her name’s Michelle, and she’s human, before you ask. She moved to Collins after she inherited her great aunt’s property. She’s a sweet little thing.” He glanced at Ravage, his happiness plain to see. “I’ll introduce you when I bring her to Gee’s Bar.”

  “Nice we have the choice to mate with humans or shifters. My mate is resistant. Her name’s Adrie.”

  “Yeah the school teacher, huh? Nice. She’s a good girl, raised by humans in a human world and has a hard time merging with her Wolf,” Jace commented.

  “I forget you’d know her, being here longer and all. She’s sexy as hell though, all prim and properly dressed. She’s having difficulty accepting the whole mating concept.”

  Jace nodded. “I can relate, man, but she’ll come around. Lay the sexy scruff on heavy.” He shrugged. “Chicks dig that shit, right?”

  “She’s more polished than the normal woman. Been smashing random one-offs since my professional fighting career. Adrie, she’s the total opposite, but fuck, guess that’s how ya know. Even thinking of hanging up my fighting career.”

  “Nothing wrong with retiring if you feel it’s what you want to do. But seriously, if she’s your mate, she’s going to want you to be happy whatever you decide.” He lifted a shoulder. “You two will work it out. That’s what mates do, right?”

  “Yeah. My bro said the same thing. But flying across the country or out of country to fight other shifters? Now that I have a true mate of my own, the prospect of fighting loses appeal. Worst fight I won was a croc shifter. Mean son of a bitch.”

  “A croc shifter? Somehow I don’t think you mean crock of shit.” He threw a surprised glance at Ravage. “They have those?”

  “What, you thought we were the only kind? Don’t get me
started on the fucking fae steroids fighters take for a boost.”

  “Jesus, man. Yeah, maybe you should rethink the fights with what’s happening in your life now.”

  “I’ve never lost, Jace. I’m a motherfucker without cheating. I use my brain. Best way to win a fight. Be smarter, wait for them to fuck up, and take ’em down.”

  “I get ya, but sometimes there are more important things than winning a match.” He popped his hand on the steering wheel. “Hey, have you thought about opening a fighting ring here? You know as well as I do most shifters like to blow off some steam.”

  He digested Jace’s words. “Nah. I figure we’ll be sparring to keep in shape as a team as other packs do. I could ask the Alpha, but I’m not sure he’d want one.”

  “Listen to my words of advice, not like I have many to offer…but you might want to reconsider your priorities now that you have a mate, even a reluctant one. Especially if you plan on pups at some point. Your family needs you here, not pounding the shit out of some weird ass, steroid-high shifter across the world. I’m just saying.”

  Ravage laughed. “Yeah, when you put it that way. My contract is almost up. I only started to provide for Raze and Caress after our parents died. Now we have a pack, I don’t have to continue.”

  “Nope, you don’t. Time to slow down a bit and enjoy life for a change. Speak to Drew about opening a crossfit/boxing facility in town. I’ll be glad to help if I can.”

  “Opening a fitness center is a good idea. I haven’t been to a real gym in ages. Aside from Caress attending a human high school, I tended to keep to myself. How much farther?” Ravage looked out the window to identify future landmarks if needed. “Drew wanted me to catch the hunters and the land developers’ scent. I’ll need to get close enough to imprint their individual traces.”

  “We’re almost there.” He turned onto what resembled more of a deer path than an actual road. “I’m taking a back road leading to a main trail running behind her property. You should be able to catch a whiff without any trouble.”

  “Good. Almost time to get ready. Caress packed me a bag. I plan on running smack dab into the fuckers. Let the future tracking games begin.”