《My Werewolf Professor》Chapter 25
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Bria walked into class on Wednesday with the exam that she got a 70% on crumpled up in one hand and her brows furrowed together in an annoyed glare. After I handed it to her yesterday, she barely talked to me after class. I had to fuck her pissed expression right off her face last night, but now it was back.
But Bria had to learn one way or another. I wouldn't go easy on her because she was my mate. Memorizing and learning classics might've been difficult for some people, but Bria had to know it. She was my mate, and some of these stories weren't fables. They were real history.
Sitting down in her usual seat, she crossed her arms and stared at me with those full pink lips pressed together. While Bria was usually a straight A, good girl student, today she took out her phone, placed it on her desk, and tapped open an app, all the while giving me a dirty look, as if she wanted to test me after everything that happened this past weekend.
Suddenly, I heard a small vibration start and watched her tense slightly. I pressed my lips together, knowing that every other wolf in this room could probably hear the sound of a vibrator stuffed up my mate's cunt.
"Bria," I said through gritted teeth, two minutes before class started. "Up here. Now."
Bria stood and readjusted her dress, walking rather funnily up to my desk. I snatched her by the elbow and dragged her to the corner of the room, jaw twitching. "What the fuck are you doing in class with that?" I asked through gritted teeth, referring to the vibrator between her legs humming so softly but intense enough to make her cunt soaked already. I could fucking smell it.
"Making sure that you take your own advice," she said, shoving her exam toward me.
"Taking my own advice?" I asked, about a second from pulling that vibrator out of her, locking her away in my office, and having my way with her later.
She crossed her arms, pointed to my note that I left on her exam, and smirked. "Pay attention in class, Professor Lee." She leaned closer to me, her tongue gliding across her full pink lips. "To me."
And, with that, she sauntered back to the front row and sat, her legs spread ever so slightly and her navy-blue dress moving up her pale thighs. I swallowed hard, knowing that I had to keep my eyes off her or I would lose control right in the middle of class around some of these other humans.
Walking around, writing on the white board, teaching students about my favorite classics, I caught sight of Bria, spreading her legs a bit wider for me to see. I tried to pull my gaze away, tried so fucking desperately, but... I couldn't.
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Our mindlink connection might've only been forming, but I could hear the beginning of her thoughts, how she wanted to see my wolf again, my claws, my canines, my cock burrowed into her tight cunt.
Pants tight around my growing cock, I grabbed some papers from the desk—as if I was looking them over—then held them in front of me, so nobody would see how hard I was for Bria already. She fucking did something to me that no other woman had been able to before.
Bria stared right at me and pushed some hair behind her shoulder, showing me the four large canine scars that I had given her last Friday night. She brushed her fingers over them, gripped onto the desk, and pressed her trembling thighs together, brows furrowed together the way they did right before she came.
"Class is dismissed early today," I said, taking raspy breaths and clutching the papers so hard that my claws dug right through them. "Be ready to dive into horror classics on Friday."
Everyone, including Bria, packed up and headed for the exits. Some wolves from my pack walked up to me with their books to their chests. "Leave," I growled at them, my canines extended. I couldn't fucking think straight right now and didn't have time to deal with anyone other than my mate who was quickly walking to the exit.
As they scurried out through a side door, I stormed down the center aisle toward Bria and her pretty little salivating cunt. She opened the door, but I slammed it closer with my palm and grabbed the back of her neck. "You're not going anywhere."
She tensed and stared up at me, her mind reeling with excitement. "I'm going home."
"You wanted me to pay attention to you, Bria." I locked the entrance to the auditorium and grabbed her hand, placing it right over my hard cock through my pants. "You have my full attention now."
Gasping softly, she chewed on the inside of her lip and curled her fingers around it. "Are you going to... to bite me again?" she whispered, brushing her other fingers across my mark on her neck and shivering.
"I'll bite you all over your body if you want me to," I murmured into her ear, stepping closer and burying my face in the bare side of her neck.
"And you-your wolf..."
"What about him, Bria?" I hummed, curling a strand of her dark hair around my finger and tugging on it. "He hasn't let me stop thinking about you since Friday, has made me jerk off more times than I can count these past few days, thinking about you. Is that what you want to hear?" I dipped my hand between her legs and touched her cunt through her dress. "Why don't you turn that vibrator of yours back on for me? I want to watch your pussy become a soppy, aching, swollen mess."
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Bria sucked in a breath, her cheeks flushed. "Professor Le—"
I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at me. "Alpha."
"Alpha," she repeated, pressing her thighs together. She drew a finger down my hard cock and glanced around the empty auditorium. "I don't think that we should do it here."
Lips curling into a smile, I chuckled and stroked my thumb against her jaw. "Did you think that was a suggestion, Bria? It was an order." I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth and tugged on it gently between my teeth. "Start the vibrator."
Scrambling, she pulled her phone from her pocket, opened an app, and pressed a pink button, the light humming from the vibrator filling the room.
"Do you know why I had to end class?" I asked her, capturing her nipples between my fingers and tugging lightly on them. She stared up at me with furrowed brows and nails digging into my shoulders, and shook her head. I tugged on her nipples harder. "Because every other wolf in this auditorium could hear these small little vibrations. And nobody hears my mate cum except for me."
She sucked in another breath, cheeks flushing even redder, and swallowed hard.
"How long did it take you to come up with this cute little punishment for me?" I asked her, drawing a finger down the vibrator fastened on her underwear. "Wearing a vibrator in class and wanting all my attention? Hmm?"
"I... uhm..." She pressed her thighs together as if the vibrations were too much. "A bit..."
"Give me a number," I said. "Any number."
She shifted from foot to foot and whimpered. "I don't know... a couple hours."
My lips curled into a smirk against her skin. "A couple hours?" I asked, running my hands all over her body. All I wanted to do was take her right here, right now, bend her over one of these chairs and fuck her until she couldn't walk.
It was all I had been thinking about for the past three days. And if anyone caught us, they'd throw us both out of the university.
"I'll have to play with you for a couple hours, Bria, and not give myself to you, because I know you so desperately want it."
She whined again, grasping my hand as I slipped it between her legs again to rub that swollen cunt. "You don't have to play with yourself to get my attention, but..." I pressed my cock against her stomach to let her feel how hard I was for her. "It does make me ready to take you, anytime, anywhere. It's too bad that I can't give it to you today, Bria." I undid my belt and pushed her hand into my pants to let her feel me. "Only good girls get it." I trailed my nose up the side of her neck and captured her earlobe between my teeth. "And you've been bad."
"Please, Prof—" she started, fingers curling around my cock. "Please, Alpha."
Unable to stop myself, I growled into her ear at the sound of my little human mate calling me her alpha. I pulled her off the door and leaned her against the back of one of the many auditorium chairs, pushing her legs apart and kneeling between them. Before I could stop myself, I yanked her underwear to the side and pressed my mouth to her warm clit.
"Alpha L-Lee..." She moaned, thrusting a hand into my thick hair and pulling my face closer to her cunt. I drew my tongue across it, licking and lapping up her juices, my wolf quickly taking control of me and eating his mate's wet pussy like it was his first taste.
She leaned back, legs trembling and brows furrowed together. "I-I want you to feel good too," she murmured, moaning softly again. "Please, let me have it. I know that you want to fill me again. I know how much you loved it last time. Take me, Alpha, please."
I pressed a hand against my pants and stroked myself through my pants. I couldn't let her have it, not until she learned not to come into my classroom and touch herself. That was my job. So, I buried my face deeper between her legs and flicked my tongue across her clit, making her scream out.
"P-p-please," she pleaded.
Pushing two fingers into her pussy, I stood between her legs and pulled down my pants enough for my cock to spring out and smack against her pussy. Breathing hard, she gripped onto my shoulders and stared down at the head of my cock pressing against her hole. I rubbed it against her entrance, getting it wet.
"Do you want it, Bria?" I asked, wanting nothing more than to feel her grip onto me as I thrust into her. When she nodded at me, I cracked a smirk. "Beg for it, then. I want to hear you begging for your alpha's cock to be buried inside of you."
With her legs trembling even harder, I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, back and forth and back and forth, feeling myself tighten. She threw her head back, toes curling. "God, please, give it to me... please. I can't..." She parted her lips, eyes wide. "I... I'm... I'm going to—"
"Cum for me, Bria," I whispered, holding myself back. "You'll get my cock later when you show me how much of a good girl that you can be."
Bria pulled her knees together and slapped a hand over her mouth, moaning loudly into it, and came.
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