The Professor's Second Chance Mate

Chapter 25b

The only thing I did not like about suddenly living with Kelton in a mini-pack was how incredibly sexually frustrating it was. I’d never expected my mate would turn me into a wanton woman, but good goddess sleeping next to this god of a man and not partaking in that ambrosial ride was challenging. I wanted to lick every inch of him. I wanted to hear his grunts and groans of pleasure. I need to feel him.

Unfortunately, not only were there other people in the house but they were werewolves with enhanced hearing. I did not want everyone to hear the ridiculous sounds this man drew from me or the filthy words he used to do it. Plus one of the people in the house was his daughter. No daughter wants to hear her dad having s*x. Pretty sure I’d put money on that one. Goddess knows I sure wouldn't have. Eeww. Despite that, she loudly told us over breakfast one morning, in front of all of Kelton’s friends before they left, that it was ok if we did get it on.

You could have fried an egg on my scorching cheeks that morning, I’m sure. Unfortunately, her embarrassing little speech made me clench my thighs tighter together at the sudden rush of arousal at the thought of claiming my mate again. Worse though was the sudden jolt as Maya lurched forward to do exactly that. In a matter of seconds my face had gone from a shy blush to a determined snarl, rapidly followed by Maya shoving my plate off the table as she lunged for her mate. When I wrestled back control, I dashed from the kitchen to soft sounds of smothered laughter.

I desperately needed some time alone with my man. If I didn’t get it, I was pretty sure I would die of s****l frustration. I’m sure that’s a thing. I saw a screenshot recently on social media of some internet moron who thought that a woman’s v****a closed up if it wasn't used. Seriously. What an i***t! Yet, now, all I could think about was my girl bits shriveling up and sealing shut from disuse.

On the way to class, a week after the texting incident, Ally finally cornered me.

“Why aren’t you answering my texts? Where have you been? Who’s your friend? Did I do something to piss you off?”

“What? No, Ally, of course not. I just had some unexpected… “ but I couldn’t think of a good lie fast enough. Instead, I sighed and shook my head. “Sorry. I’ve been a terrible friend. I just didn’t know how to explain it.”

“Explain what?” Ally’s voice was suddenly filled with concern. She wasn’t a werewolf she wouldn’t understand about mate bonds and pack politics. How else could I do everything? Would she think I was throwing myself at my professor? Would she think less of me if she knew?

“You’ve been avoiding your dorm all week,” Ally pressed.

Much to my horror, Kilani decided to jump in and answer for me.

“You’re Ally, right?” Ally nodded.

“Hi, I’m Kilani. So, this is going to sound completely crazy but the short version is our friend, Lara here, fell in love with my father and vice versa.”

“Your father? But you’re our age.”

I, a picture of Luna-like grace, choked on the mouthful of coffee I’d just casually sipped. Now sputtering like a drowning fool, I wasn’t capable of intervening.

“Which is why I came here to kick both their asses. I thought he was taking advantage of someone, though I should have known better. My dad is super honorable and he hasn’t been with anyone since my mother died twenty years ago. I thought the girl he was with must be some gold digging, grade-grifting s**t who manipulated him or something.” Ally sucked in a breath to argue, which was more than I did. I stood by completely stupefied. At least I was finally able to draw breath normally. That was something. Despite knowing she never thought that gold-digger, grade-w***e stuff about me, but still I cringed when she said it out loud.

“Oh, I know,” Kiliani continued, laughing lightly. “I figured it out. It’s love, actual fairytale, true love. I’ve decided to stay now to make sure neither of them f***s it up. My dad deserves a good woman, and she seems like one.” Kilani tipped her head toward me.

“Wait, who is your dad? Is he a professor? s**t! Is he the hot professor?”

“Eww. Never say that again.” Kilani scrunched up her nose as if she’d smelled my brother after a football game.

“You dirty little s**t you’ve been f@cking professor Gileson, haven’t you? What's he like in bed? I need a blow-by-blow.” Ally grinned while I blushed furiously.

Kilani fake puked. Though in honestly she did look a bit greener than usual.

“No one can know.” I shot Kilani a “what-the-f@ck- is-wrong-with-you” look for outing my secret. Sure, I'd already decided I would tell Ally, but it was my damn secret to tell.

Ally, still grinning, mimed zipping her lips and tossing away the key.

Perhaps Alaska has a good business school. If nothing else Alaska was far from this conversation. Unfortunately it was also far from my mate.

“He could get fired, Kilani. I could get kicked out of school. You can’t…” I eeded her to know the severity of outing me.

“You said you trust her.” She cut me off. “She’s your only friend, you said. And I have a good sense about people. Seriously, it’s a goddess given talent. We can trust her.”

I wanted to punch Kilani right in her perfect nose. In the short time I’d known her, I’d learned that she was smart, mature, decisive, honest, she had integrity, and she was an excellent listener. So the fact that she’d just risked such exposure by impulsively outing Kelton and I like this did not sit well with me, nor did it seem like something I ever thought she’d do. So why?

“I do, but,” but she’s human, I wanted to say. With an age gap like this and with the positions we both represent, humans would be scandalized by this situation. Though Ally looked gleeful rather than mortified. Then I remembered that one time I asked her about s*x and she told me to read spicy romances. Right now she was probably imagining a whole story I did not want to think about in my head.

“You said you’ve never had a boyfriend before you got here,” she sang, wiggling her eyebrows in the most childish manner.

“I hadn’t. He’s my first.”

“Well, he is damn fine. I need all the details. Every. Single. One. Does he have a brother? How about a son?”

Kilani laughed, “I have a brother. And while he does look a lot like my dad he’s not really available. He just took over the family company and he’s not looking for a relationship.”

“Who said anything about a relationship? A hot man with a big d**k is all I’m looking for. Does Gileson have a big one? I’ll bet he does, with those tight pants he wears…” Once again I had taken a sip of my coffee at the wrong moment. I couldn’t decide if it was Kilani, Ally, the coffee, or the universe trying to kill me. Neither friend noticed my choking. Ally too lost in some dreamy fantasy and Kilani looked ill.

“Ok, that’s enough. I’m going to be late for class,” I spluttered, brushing spilled coffee off, or more like into, my thankfully black sweater. “Kilani are you coming or do you want to stay here and set your new friend up with your brother?”

“Your future stepson.” Ally laughed. I narrowed my eyes, suddenly feeling annoyed. Something about that irked me. He should be waiting for his mate. Not everyone does but most wolves do. We mate for life. Mates are everything. Anyone sleeping around before they meet their fated mate usually regrets it, especially alpha’s. They tend to be more possessive and need the support of a steady fated mate bond to work effectively.

“Laugh it up, ladies.”

“Is he older than you, your stepson?” Damn it! I’d already turned and taken a step away but apparently Ally wasn’t done with me yet. And suddenly it was her pretty nose I wanted to punch.

“Later, Ally.” I turned back to face her with a tight smile on my face.

“You're mad?” Ally asked.

“No, just tired and late for class.”

"Was it the d**k comment?" Ally pressed.

"No. It's fine."

"Oh, good."

Later, as Kilani and I took a seat in the classroom, I wondered what had bothered about that me so much.

After removing myself from the extremely embarrassing situation, I was glad that Kilani told Ally the truth. I missed her and I needed to know how humans might react to my situation. But it was more than just the Kelton and I reveal. There was something about the ‘stepson’ comments that bothered me. I had no problem with my mate having children. I was grateful that Kilani accepted me as readily as she had. Yet something about her brother bothered me. Shaking off the thought, I took out my notebook and set my phone to record the lecture. It’s just that I think people should wait for their mates. But it’s really not my place to judge. Or maybe it’s because of all I've heard about this kid in the last two weeks. I feel sorry for his future mate. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’ll regret playing around when he meets her. I hope she forgives him and together they get the pack on track. Then Kelton and I can live in peace.

In bed.

Naked.

Thankfully Ally and Kilani decided to hit the bars together tonight, finally giving me some much needed time with my delicious mate. I had exams next week and so far the intense s****l frustration was causing an insane distraction. Visions of his hard body would pop into my head at the most inappropriate times. And I had never gotten less than ninety five percent on an exam and I didn’t want to break that streak now.