My Werewolf Professor (4 page)

Someone who was surely fit to die
, Alessandro thought idly. Anyone like that should know better than to come within a mile’s radius of his property.

“I can’t go out with you.”

“Why not? Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No—”

“Then go out with me.” The boy’s tone had taken a pleading note.
 

Smart boy. Jacob had realized that girls like Kassia would be too shy, too
nice
to refuse when he spoke that way.

Too bad for him, Alessandro knew exactly what he was thinking.

Before Kassia could speak, Alessandro was already striding into view.

When Jacob realized he was the focus of Professor Moretti’s narrow-eyed gaze, he quickly placed a respectable distance between him and Kassia. There was something about the professor’s gaze that made him oddly nervous, like he just might be at the receiving end of the professor’s much-lauded kick if he didn’t move away from Kassia.
Maybe it was because the professor was Italian
, Jacob thought, and that was why he seemed very conservative when it came to his female students.

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 free 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.