"You know what I don't understand, Alpha," I said, rolling onto my stomach in Callum's bed with nothing but his t-shirt covering my body. I drew my finger across the sheets and smiled at him standing in the doorway with dark circles under his eyes that somehow made him look sexier. "Why you're not between my legs."

Callum stared at me with those dark brown eyes, pulled on his collar to loosen it, and chuckled, shutting the door behind him as he walked into the room closer and closer to me. The moonlight flooded into the room, glinting against his face so perfectly.

"One alpha."

My wolf whispered through my mind, the sound so soft and so quiet that I almost didn't hear it. I sucked in a sharp breath, running through the information I read in the stack of mythology books I found in Callum's library.

Sculpted jaw, strong nose, and even those dangerous eyes.

If anyone resembled the man from the book, it was my Callum Lee.

After tugging off his tie, he undid his shirt button by button, his fingers moving swiftly down the center of his abdomen until the clothing hung loosely off his broad shoulders. I crawled up to the headboard and pressed my thighs together, watching my mate.

He unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his suit pants, the bulge in his pants nearly ripping open the zipper. I gulped at the sight of him, remembering how my professor felt inside of me earlier today.

But one time wasn't enough.

Merely a couple weeks ago, I hadn't even spent the night like this with anyone, now I needed Callum's dick twice a day. Soon enough, I'd be needing it every single moment of every single day, just because.

He stalked closer and crawled onto the bed toward me, wrapping his arms around my thighs and pulling me to him until I laid flat against the mattress. He rested on his stomach, drawing his nose up my inner thighs to my core.

"Wait until you go into heat," Callum said, as if he read my mind.

"Heat?" I whispered, eyes wide. "What's that?"

Warm breath on my pussy, he gently brushed his lips over my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath, heat spreading through my core like a damn wildfire, burning me up from the inside out, a sensation that only grew even more when he was close to me.

"Do you feel that heat between your legs when I touch you here?" Callum asked, dipping his head and gently kissing my clit, sending another wave of warmth throughout my body. I whimpered and tried to press my thighs together, my clit sensitive tonight.

"Yes."

"When you go through heat"—he kissed my inner thigh—"your little pussy heats your entire body"—another kiss closer to my aching cunt—"and you become a wild, feral she-wolf, hungry for my cum."

He kissed me again, this time on the pussy lips, and I ached for him to draw his tongue over my clit again. I laced a hand through his thick dark brown hair and pulled him closer to my pussy, moving my hips up and down gently.

"You won't be able to stop yourself from crawling on top of me and riding me until your body can't handle anymore." He pushed a finger inside me and stared up at me with those sinful eyes, the way he always did when he was about to say something filthy. "And even then, you won't stop, Bria. You'll be too desperate to have my pups in your stomach."

My eyes widened, and I sucked in another breath. "Pups?"

"Babies."

"Babies," I whispered.

"Your pussy just got so tight and wet for me." Callum slowly pushed another finger into me. "Do you like the thought of me filling you with so much cum one night until your belly becomes swollen?"

He thrust in and out of me, teasing my G-spot with his long, rough fingers. I squirmed on him, the pressure almost too much to handle already, and grasped the bedsheets in my fists. "Please."

"Answer me, Bria," he said.

I stared down into his lovely, hungry brown eyes, wanting nothing more than for him to shove his face between my legs and eat my pussy until I covered his mouth in my juices for the second time today.

"You want me to eat your pussy again," Callum said, reading my mind once more.

"Yes."

His fingers stilled inside me. "Then answer me." They laid upon my G-spot, and I knew that one little, fine movement would send me over the edge, screaming with pleasure, in my classics professor's bed.

"Callum..."

"Bria," he purred, "be a good girl and answer."

"Yes," I nearly shouted. "Yes!"

The mere sound of the words made me gasp for breath. I barely knew Callum for a month, and I already wanted to carry his pups?! I barely knew the damn guy. This damn wolf was really—

"Oh, my god!" I moaned loudly, the pleasure rushing through me.

Callum curled his fingers over and over against my G-spot even after the first initial shock of ecstacy, and sucked my clit into his mouth, drawing his tongue back and forth over the sensitive bud.

Suddenly Callum turned us over so he laid back on the bed, and I sat on his face. While the pleasure rushed through me, I gasped, still self conscious and hating the thought of being on top of him. I weighed more than any of these she-wolves in his pack, not by that much but by a good thirty to forty pounds at least, probably.

And, damn, I didn't want him to see me from this angle.

But Callum seemed not to care, as he continued to eat my cunt like he had been waiting decades to taste his mate. He moved his hands up my body, grasping and tugging and kneading any place that he could get his hands on, my love handles and all.

"Callum," I murmured, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "I'm going to come."

Again.

"Without my come inside you?" he asked, tugging on both my nipples.

I grasped the headboard and dug my claws right through the wood, screaming out to the moon from how intense the pressure was flooding through my body. I arched my back, the pleasure suddenly replaced by an intense pain all over.

My vision suddenly shifted, becoming more intense in the darkness of the night. My canines lengthened in my mouth, blood pouring from my gums at the harsh transformation. Callum noticed the tenseness of my body and moved beside me, his brows furrowed together. Unable to stop myself, I grasped his throat and drew my canines up the side of his neck. "Mine," I growled. "All mine."