Teach Me

Chapter 2: Singles Night

I looked at him with wide eyes. He couldn't be serious, could he? Was it the mate bond making my heart race like this?

"Sit," he instructed with a sigh, gesturing to a leather chair in front of his meticulously organized desk. I anxiously did what I was told. He stood beside me, leaning against the desk, his posture exuding a casual authority.

His beard was well-groomed and short, adding an air of rugged masculinity to his look. His crisp cobalt blue button-up shirt was perfectly ironed, and his dress pants were neatly pressed. He embodied a sense of order and precision. Yet, his hair, with its natural wave, carried a casual, tousled look that seemed at odds with his otherwise immaculate appearance.

He was tall and powerfully built, his aura exuding strength and authority. As he rolled up his sleeves, an intricate black and white tattoo spiraling down his left arm was revealed and I found myself staring in surprise.

He certainly wasn't like any other professor I had encountered at the university so far. Noticing my gaze, he smirked, his icy eyes cutting through me with an intensity that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment at being caught.

He ran his hand down over his face in apparent exhaustion. "What's your name?" he asked in a weary tone.

Now, before I go any further, you're probably wondering how I got into this mess in the first place, but to give you the full picture, I need to go back a bit.

I'm Lacy, an 18-year-old university student. The university I attend is unique; it's co-ed, but not in the conventional sense. Not only are boys and girls educated together here, but so are werewolves and humans.

Naturally, we werewolves have to keep our true identities hidden though.

Being a werewolf, I was lucky enough to crack an invite to a very exclusive 'werewolves only' event that I was told is only hosted once or twice a year. It's called "Singles Night," and it's basically an occasion for young, unmated werewolves to hook up. I guess werewolves want the whole "university experience" too.

Now, I'm sure you're asking yourself what sweet, innocent, goody-two-shoes Lacy would be doing at such a debaucherous event. And you'd be right to ask because it definitely wasn't my usual scene. But between my roommate Kara's encouragement to get out and mingle and my own desperation to lose my V Card, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Kara and I were both first years, having started at the University only two weeks prior to the mixer. I’m still convinced they do it early on in the year under the guise of ‘mingling’ and ‘getting to know your peers’, but in truth, the older boys are just trying to take advantage of the new, younger girls. Case in point – me.

Anyway, Kara had come with me, eager to meet new people and see what the University had to offer in terms of gorgeous wolfie boys that she could use and abuse until her mate came along.

She was beautiful with long blonde hair and green eyes the color of Irish shamrocks. Needless to say, between her looks and her confidence, she had no shortage of male suitors, even in the two short weeks I had known her.

In stark contrast, Kara had the boys falling over themselves to simply stand next to her, while I was so shy and awkward I struggled to hold a conversation with a boy without blushing and stumbling over my words.

This meant that I'd never had a real boyfriend and, as such, had never had the opportunity to lose my virginity.

Everyone I knew, literally EVERYONE, had experienced some kind of s****l encounter, except me. It was embarrassing and, at this point, I just wanted to lose it and get it over with so that I could tick it off my list.

I was sure that once I'd gotten through that awkward first time, I would be a lot more relaxed and that would hopefully translate to me being able to communicate with members of the opposite s*x with actual words rather than head shakes and nods.

I wasn’t saving it for someone special. As far as I was concerned that was old-fashioned and, in all honesty, I was terrified that I would be a lousy s****l partner if I didn’t get some experience under my belt first.

So, as I was saying, Kara and I turned up together and we ran into David, one of her ex-flings. David seemed sweet enough and managed to hold an engaging conversation, unlike some of the airheads that Kara seemed to attract. A few minutes into meeting David, one of his friends sauntered over, introducing himself as Jason.

Jason was tall and muscular with broad shoulders, short-cropped dark hair, and a disarming smile. He also had dimples, giving him a look of sweet, boyish innocence. Clearly, in hindsight, he was neither sweet nor innocent.

After talking for about half an hour, he asked if I'd go with him to get the hoodie he'd forgotten in one of the classrooms earlier. He made a big show of it and definitely deserved some kind of acting award for his performance because I honestly believed he had forgotten it in a classroom and we were going to get it.

I thought that at most there might be some kissing along the way, but this wasn't a definite in my mind and I figured I'd play it by ear and see where the night took us. Imagine my surprise when he decided the door to my English Lit class was the perfect place to try and force himself on me.