《My Werewolf Professor》Chapter 21
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"What are you doing in here?" I asked Bria.
She whipped her head around, pieces of her hair flying into my face, and blew out a deep breath. "Oh, my god, you scared me. I thought..." After taking another peek outside, she shook her head. "Nothing. I'm just glad it's you."
"Are you okay?" I asked her, eyeing her arm hairs sticking straight up. I grabbed her hand and drew my thumb over the pulse on her wrist, feeling the quickened pace. "You shouldn't be up so soon. Your body needs time to rest."
Bria furrowed her brows, then glanced back out the window at my pack members on the lawn below. When she looked back at me, her eyes were filled with confusion. "I... Is Jasmine a wolf too? Levi?"
Jasmine and Levi stood together on the lawn, pushing each other and bickering. I didn't know why I asked them both to watch Bria; they could never quite get along, even when they were growing pups.
"Yes."
"And you're the..."
"The alpha."
After gulping, Bria walked around the library steadily. She was taking this much better than I anticipated. I expected her to deny everything that had happened last night between us, even the mark on her neck.
As if she could feel that I was thinking about it, Bria brushed her fingers against the mark and smiled softly, desperately trying to wipe the grin away before I could see it. But her fingers continued to play with the four large scars on her throat, where my canines had been last night.
"What're you smiling for?" I asked, leaning against the bookcase.
"No reason," Bria said, full on grinning now.
"You're not angry?"
"Nope."
"Upset."
"Nope."
"Have questions?"
Bria pulled a book from the bookcase, the book about a myth only passed down through people with wolf blood. She eyed it for a couple moments, then flipped it open and flicked through the pages.
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"I already know mostly everything," Bria said with a smirk.
My lips curled up, and I stepped closer to her to trap her between me and the bookcase. I brushed my fingers up the sides of her arms and made her shiver. She tensed and stopped flipping the pages, her breath catching in her throat.
"Is that right?" I asked, drawing my nose up the side of her neck.
"Yes, actually."
I laced a hand into her hair and gently grasped a fistful of it, tugging back. "How's that?"
"You don't want to know," Bria said, excitement in her voice.
"Try me," I murmured against her bare neck, my teeth grazing against her mark.
Fuck, I wanted to give her another one. I wanted to bite her again, harder and deeper and longer. My heart stammered in my chest, and I grabbed her hips from behind and pulled her ass closer to me. Give her a pup right here and right now. Fill her with a thick load.
"Fine." She snapped the book closed and turned around, staring me right in the eyes. She glanced down at my bare chest, drew her tongue across her bottom lip, and looped her finger around my belt loop. "I've been reading werewolf smut."
"Werewolf smut?" I asked amused, then chuckled. "Where'd you find that?"
"Oh, you know, online," Bria said, moving her hand lower down my jeans and cupping my dick through them with her small hands. "You don't know how many horny women there are on some of those reading apps. You can find some freaky shit."
"Is that right?"
She stroked my dick up and down, then pulled down my zipper. "Yep."
I stiffened, on the brink of losing control again like I had last night. Bria really wanted to test my patience today. The full moon might've been last night, but now that my mate was marked, this feeling between us only intensified.
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"Want me to show you what I read about?" she asked, slipping her hand into my pants.
A growl rumbled through my chest. I inhaled the sweet scent of her cunt sharply and tried my hardest to stay in control, but it was slipping so quickly that I couldn't stop my canines from lengthening.
Bria fell to her knees in front of me, her back pressed against the bookshelf and her face level with my dick. Curling her fingers around the waistband of my pants and underwear, she pulled them to my knees, my cock nearly smacking her in the face when it sprang out.
"I've been waiting forever to do this," she breathed, wrapping her hand around the base and putting her hot little mouth on my head, sucking lightly and staring up at me.
I placed one hand on the bookcase, fingers turning white against the metal, and gently grasped her chin in the other, drawing my thumb across her lower lip. Damn, she looked so fucking sexy with my cock in her mouth like that. But I didn't know how much her tiny throat would be able to take.
With drool already rolling down her chin, she sucked a couple more inches into her mouth, not even taking half of my dick into her, and pulled back, cheeks flushing. After swallowing hard, she sucked me back in, getting another inch deeper.
"Bria," I grunted, staring down into her watering eyes.
She pressed her thighs together and forced another inch in, gagging slightly when I hit the back of her throat. My hand traveled to her hair, and I curled my fingers, pulling her toward me. Nothing could compare to being in her pussy, but this was damn close.
With watering eyes, she pushed herself closer to me, taking the last few inches of my dick and choking on it, yet she didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her lips tightly around the base and sucked on it over and over, her throat tightening around me.
"Fuck," I murmured.
When she closed her eyes, I tightened my grip on her hair. "Keep your eyes open. I don't want you to miss a second of this."
She reopened her watery eyes, gagged, and pulled back, spit, slobber, and drool running down her chin and neck. "More." She moved closer to me, taking my cock again inside her hot mouth, and began bobbing her head.
Moving back and forth so quickly, I tightened my grip on the bookcase and nearly bent the metal. "Bria," I warned. "If you keep bobbing your head like that, you're going to make me..."
She pulled back slightly, strings of spit running from my cock to her mouth. "Come?"
My eyes rolled back in my head, and I clenched my jaw. I was moments from releasing inside of her mouth, but I wanted the rest of my cum deep in her cunt. Every time I came from now on, it would be inside of her.
So, I grabbed her arm, pulled her to her feet, and pushed down the gym shorts she wore of mine to her knees. She yelped out, but let me pull one of her legs into the air and stuff my cock deep in her wet pussy. She grabbed onto the bookshelf for support, placing her hand over mine.
I grunted when my balls smacked against her entrance, then thrust in and out of her quickly. She tightened around me and threw her head back, eyes glazed over with lust. "Oh, my god, Callum... I'm going to come."
"Not until I do."
Hiking her leg higher up my arm, I spread her legs further apart and pounded into her pussy. When she began pulsing around me and whimpering into my shoulder, I came inside her tight hole, filling her to the brim with my cum and hopefully with my pups, too.
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