The Professor's Second Chance Mate

Chapter 21b

In a flash, I stood up and removed my shorts and undies. He sat back in his chair with an amused smile at my sudden urgency as I wrestled him free of his pants, his massive erection popping free. I loved the way it moved when it was all swollen for me like that.

I climbed back onto his lap and sunk slowly onto his hardened waiting member. I took a second to just breathe and adjust. It felt bigger this time, deeper somehow. Whether it was this new angle or the fact that this was only my second time, I wasn’t sure. Maybe it was both. Perhaps I should have stuck to missionary until I was more used to s*x.

When I moved my eyes up and met his gaze, the amount of love and l**t in them made my p***y clench. The intimacy of the way he looked at me made me melt. I’m more confident this time. I move my hips, grinding slowly at first. f*****g hell. No wonder people liked s*x. He felt like the piece I was missing my whole life, physically, emotionally, all of it. He completed me.

Little whimpers escaped me and I saw concern flash in his eyes. He was worried he was hurting me.

I kissed him again, to let him know I was OK. My tongue learning the dance for dominance that his kisses taught me. Though that was a battle I would never win. I liked to pretend I was in control, but really I was complete putty in his hands.

“Are you OK, baby?”

“Better than OK.” I replied. “I’m b****y perfect.” I muttered as I began to move more.

“Yes, you are,” he murmured, nibbling my neck.

That wasn’t what I meant, but I loved that he said that.

“Up,” he commanded.

With eyes locked on his, I did as he commanded. I raised my body and slid back down.

“Up,” he commanded again, his hands guiding my hips. Each time he lifted me, he slammed me back down a little harder, a little faster to meet him thrust for thrust. The desperate breathing sounds he makes encourages me more. I grind and roll my hips, circling on his groin in a way that hits spots that have us both on the edge of bliss quickly. I love that I did this to him. I turned this beautiful, strong alpha male into a groaning, delirious mess. I feel powerful as that sensation inside builds until finally my o****m strikes. I can’t help it, I cry his name, softly though. I don’t want to get caught, and at the same time he whispers mine. He jerks his hips once more and comes undone and bursts inside me. The risk of being caught, though it worries me, somehow makes this whole thing far sexier.

As I lean in to him for a snuggle, then, a soft purr escapes me. Wolves don’t purr, but that soft growl sure sounded like one.

Kelton chuckled softly while I flush with embarrassment.

“I now understand why newly mated couples disappear for a few days and can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s like I can’t think straight anymore. I want you so much. I want you all the time,” I admit.

“The feeling is most definitely mutual, my darling. You are amazing. You are like a d**g to me. I’m addicted to you,” he said huskily before kissing me softly yet possessively.

Until now, I thought being possessive meant they were controlling a$$holes. Some wolves are I’m sure, but with my Kelton it was different. When he told me I was his, I knew he meant that he’s mine just as much, maybe more so. He is my person. My one. My mate.

“Now, we need to talk.” My eyes widened at his words as my mind raced. That’s never a good thing, right?

“Oh, sweetheart, you look panicked. I love you. Never doubt that. I reached out to my beta and a few of the elders about your shadow creatures.”

“What?” I asked. I mean, logically, I knew he probably already had before now. Still, I hadn’t told him the connection I’d realized earlier.

“You know my beta and his wife, I believe?”

I nodded in response. I also felt slow. Had he put that together immediately? Probably, he knew my dad, so I guess so. I felt like I’d been playing catch up my whole life.

“They’re going to visit.”

“Here?” I muttered. Stupid question really, obvious here. He had a job and I had classes. It would be easier for them to come here.

“They’ll be here tonight.” Kelton rubs my arms gently in reassurance. I’ve told him that I've had bad experiences in my pack, that I was happy I wasn't expected to live in one with him, at least not yet. And I was definitely happy that I would not be a Luna and have to help lead one. I was afraid my trust issues would be a problem.

“That’s … soon.” My heart-rate picked up, I hoped he didn’t notice. I liked this little bubble we were hiding in just me and him, it was safe.

Kelton continued, “They’ve never heard of anything like them, but they were planning on calling me when I reached out for another reason.” My face must have shown my dread because he quickly responded. “Nothing bad, sweetheart. Just some trouble with my son.”

“Oh,” I muttered again. A little higher in pitch.

Super helpful response there, Lara, Maya snickered.

Well, this is a lot. There’s just… a lot.

“He’s just having trouble finding his feet. The council would like me to come home and help for a bit.” Kelton continued, watching me carefully to gauge my response.

“And what are your thoughts on that?” I replied, proud of myself because I wanted to say “hell to the no, I’m done with packs I don’t need to be dragged into pack drama. Other girls pray to be paired with an Alpha for their fated mate. Other girls dream of being a Luna, rich and powerful. I just dreamt of freedom and independence. I was relieved to learn my alpha mate was retired and that I wouldn’t have Luna responsibilities. But we’d marked each other now. I was his and he was mine. If he went home to his pack, I would go with him. I’d follow him anywhere. I couldn’t not. Just the thought of being separated from him made my heart ache.

“But classes?” I asked.

“I’ve already talked to Moira,” I recognized that name. He’d mentioned her a couple of times. When would he talk to her? Why her first?

“Darling, are you ok? It seems I lost you for a minute there. And you’re growling.”

My eyes snapped to his amused golden ones, “Sh!t. Sorry. I umm…”

“You were jealous.” He looked thoroughly amused by it.

“Nope.”

“I mentioned Moira and you got all quiet and distant. Then you let out the sexiest possessive growl.”

I narrowed my eyes. I normally loved it when he teased me, but this made me feel juvenile.

“She’s my sister,” he said quickly, setting my mood straight.

A relieved “oh,” escaped. I was beginning to wonder if I’d lost the ability to speak properly. Maybe his giant d**k sucked all the intelligence out of me. It sure felt like I became stupid around him.

“And I love that little possessive streak. You can s***k me later if you like. I’ll take it like a good boy.”

I blushed as that little flicker of insecurity died.

“But she’s a vampire,” I suddenly blurted out.

“That she is.”

“So….”

“I’ll explain it all later. All you need to know right now is that she is my sister and my boss here and in no way a threat to our relationship.”

I nodded. I didn’t quite get how a werewolf could have a vampire sister, but I did trust him.

“As much as I’d like to stay like this all day, I unfortunately have another student coming at 3:30 and being caught in this compromising position would be bad. So I’ll have to see you later.”

“OK.”

I’d rather stay like this too. He was still inside me, though he’d softened.

“Oh, we didn’t think this through, when I get up, it’ll all.. um run out. Then you’ll be messy for your meeting.” f**k, this was so embarrassing.

He smiled and kissed me before reaching for the tissues on his desk.

It was awkward, for me at least, but we managed to extricate ourselves with minimal mess but maximum embarrassment as far as I was concerned, though he didn’t seem bothered. In fact, he seemed thoroughly pleased.

“Tonight. Dinner. My place.” He pulled me toward him for a kiss. I practically melted.

I wasn’t looking forward to meeting his pack members, but I agreed as Maya muttered internally about it being time to grow up.

As I kissed him goodbye one last time, I hoped that the student he was meeting with next wasn’t a supernatural. The scent of s*x hung thick in his office. Oh goddess, I smelled like s*x. I smelled like him. I liked it. No, I absolutely loved it.