REJECTED ON VALENTINE, CLAIMED BY MY PROFESSOR.

SIX: HIS WARM ARMS

~NYX

I pulled down my undeies, let my dark hair fall freely and stood shamelessly before him.

Professor Yuriel instantly sat up and his eyes began to glow the same crimson that I remembered from last night.

I had successfully awakened the incubus within him.

He released a shaky shudder and growled once more. "H— how are you doing this?"

I raised both my brows at him in confusion. What was he talking about?

I was about to ask out loud when he rose from his chair and immediately towered above me.

"Nyxoria. . . Who are you really?" He asked as he grabbed the back of my neck roughly just like last night.

But that was when I realized that he was trembling with emotions that I could not fully identify.

Was he hungry for me? Was he nervous? Was he too excited? Was he afraid?

His other hand made contact with my waist and I hissed in response as a sudden spark of electric current scattered across the area.

"Professor Yuriel!" I cried breathlessly and he covered my lips with his thumb from the hand that was holding my neck.

"You can call me Yuriel when we are alone. . ."

"Yes, Daddy. . ." I whispered.

He instantly looked down at me because of my response and I was not prepared for the intensity of his stare. It was almost as if he was about to devour me.

"Touch me, Nyxoria. . . Please me, don't just stand still and wait for me. Do to me all the things that are running through your mind," he whispered.

I swallowed at his words. Was I ready to reveal my deepest, darkest desires to him?

Yet, I did not wait to make a decision. My hands shot up to his chest like they had a mind of their own and I began to run them over the rigid contours that made up his warm chest.

He moaned because of my touch. I pushed off his shirt and that was when he crashed his lips onto mine and began to kiss me possessively. He kissed me like he alone owned me.

I felt the way that his warm and soft lips drank mine, devoured mine and made me get lost in his entire being. The kiss made me forget myself and my hand traveled down into his pants and I stopped when I felt him.

He had grown hard and warm and rigid that I could not wait to have him in me.

"Damn!" He cried as I kept running my hand over him and in a flash, he turned me around and pushed me to the wall.

Then he pressed his body hard against my naked one and he hissed loudly.

"Bend over, Nyxoria," he ordered.

And as if that was all I had been waiting for, I found a way to bend over, just like he wanted. In an instant, he grabbed my waist and thrust into me roughly.

He roared and it was not his voice that I heard but that of the beast within him. There was nothing gentle about it yet I surprised myself by enjoying every bit of it.

"Nyxoria. . ." He moaned as he pounded hard into me.

I felt his rigidness and his warmth all at once. I could feel him reaching places that were not supposed to be possible as I tried to find something to grab on the wall.

"Yuriel. . ." I cried breathlessly as I felt bittersweet tears fill my eyes.

It was because of his sweet roughness— a double edged sword.

I felt his warm hands travel up my back and it was like I was already floating to another world where we both owned it.

And eventually, we arrived at the peak of what was supposed to be an emotionless escapade but ended up erupting my core with hot and crazy emotions.

Emotions I still couldn't name.

Yuriel pulled out of me and exhaled sharply. I felt my wolf find peace, obviously satisfied from our activities. I could barely stand straight as I turned to look at him, feeling guilt and shame as they slowly crawled back into my core.

I was about to give in to them when Yuriel suddenly lost his balance and began to fall. Luckily for him, I was fast enough to catch him. I held him in my arms and heard the way he released an exhausted breath.

I led him to the bed and he helped himself to it. He blinked multiple times as he tried to fight the exhaustion that was slowly taking over his body.

"You did it again. It was never a dream," he whispered breathlessly, more to himself rather than me.

"What did I do?" I asked as I watched him slowly.

He smiled as he lifted his warm hand to my cheek. "You had the guts to summon the beasts as well as put him to sleep."

I parted my lips speechlessly.

"How?" Was what he managed to ask before he fell into the clutches of exhaustion.

Even if I didn't answer the question anymore, I found myself wanting to know the answer.

Why was I able to exhaust him when no one else could?

Why was I able to make him feel the things that he felt?

I was still letting my thoughts take me away when he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled into bed— in his arms.

I froze as he held me close. I doubted if he had any idea what he was doing. I lifted myself slightly to look at how peacefully he slept and I asked myself how I got involved with him.

This man was my professor, yet here I was, naked in bed with him.

Eventually, I sighed and allowed myself to relax in his arms. This was a strange arrangement but I could get used to it. I had nothing to lose anyway. I just needed to play along and once I graduate, I could leave all of this behind me.

Including Rylan— the traitor.

Or so I thought. This was barely the beginning of my downfall.