Teach Me

Chapter 5: Meet Titan

The sound of rain beating down outside added an extra layer of tumult and confusion to my already-addled brain. But we were safe and dry here in the garage as he waited for me to make a decision.

"Do you have a guestroom?" I asked.

"I do. And the door locks," he assured me.

I thought for another moment before I went on, "Promise you won't kill me?"

He chuckled and assured me, "Lacy, I promise I won't kill you. You're my mate..."

"I've heard of mates doing terrible things to one another," I went on, knowing better.

"You're right, it's happened. So, it's up to you. But you need to make a decision because my dog has been waiting for his dinner for 2 hours already," he stated, hoping to finally get an answer out of me.

My eyes lit up at the mention of a dog. I loved animals, but dogs were probably my favorite. I'd stayed in apartments most of my life and as a result, we could never have any pets. I suppose he was the deciding factor for me and I nodded in agreement.

"Okay... I'll stay... But just for tonight. I'm sure Jason wouldn't try anything. Not after your threats," I reminded him with a small smile.

"Fine, then let's head in," he said, the faintest hint of excitement tinging his voice.

There was a door in the garage that led into the house, so fortunately we didn't have to run through the pouring rain. The second he opened the door he was assaulted by a very intimidating-looking black dog with a formidable build and cropped ears.

Alex was laughing and smiling as the dog jumped up and licked him, clearly very excited to see him.

"I missed you too," he assured the dog, unceremoniously dropping his briefcase and jacket on the floor, which honestly surprised me.

He rubbed the dog’s neck and ears affectionately while telling him what a good boy he was. The exchange was completely unexpected and utterly endearing.

It was then that the dog spotted me over Alex’s shoulder. He lowered his paws from Alex's chest and made his way over to me, his apprehension clear.

"Be nice, Titan!" Alex instructed as the gigantic dog made his way over to me.

"Is he usually not nice?" I asked, suddenly worrying that he might attack me.

It was a stupid and irrational fear because I was a werewolf, but I wasn't thinking clearly.

"He's a sweetheart," Alex assured me as Titan sniffed at my hand which still clutched at my bundled-up panties. Typical, I thought to myself before giving the dog an affectionate rub on his huge head.

"What kind of dog is he?" I asked as Alex picked up his briefcase and jacket.

"A Cane Corso," he affirmed, and the dog slipped out from beneath my hand, running after Alex as he headed to the kitchen.

"Make yourself at home!" Alex called to me as I heard the sound of Titan's nails clicking excitedly on the tiled kitchen floor, followed by pet kibble being decanted into a metal bowl.

I made my way into the lounge and sat awkwardly on the sofa, feeling out of place in the large, modern home. The space echoed with traces of masculinity, order, and discipline. It was minimalist, yet each piece of furniture and decor seemed to have been chosen with careful thought.

As I sat looking around the room, Alex wandered back in with a glass of red wine for himself and a soda for me. He placed it on the table in front of me on a coaster and I felt the age gap between us growing.

"How old are you?" I finally asked, curious to know for sure.

He settled down on the single-seater couch opposite me and lounged comfortably, taking a moderate sip of wine before he answered. "I'll be 30 next week," he revealed.

My eyes went wide. Obviously, he was older than me, he was a professor. He had a fancy car and a big house and I knew there was an obvious age gap. But 12 years was a lot. Why would the Moon Goddess do this to us? Was this some kind of punishment, as he had suggested earlier?

"It's a lot, right?" he mused, looking at my shocked expression.

I nodded wordlessly as I reached for my soda and took a swig

Titan wandered into the room just then and climbed onto the couch beside me. Alex looked on in shock.

"Excuse me, Titan! Since when are you allowed to sit on the couch? You have a bed right over there," he gestured to a very large and very plush pet bed on the floor in the corner behind his seat.

Titan let out a groan and climbed back off the couch, heading to his own bed and looking very sorry for himself.

"Sorry about that..." Alex apologized as we watched Titan mope his way to the corner.

"I don't mind at all," I smiled, pleased that Titan seemed to like me.

"What are you clutching in your hand there this entire time?" Alex asked, his eyes fixed on my clenched fist suddenly.

I felt my cheeks burning red before I murmured my answer, "My panties..."

Alex looked shocked by the revelation. "Well, don't you want to put them back on?" he suggested, apparently dumbfounded.

"I can't... They're ripped. Jason..." but I didn't say anymore.

"Oh... I didn't realize..." he replied looking surprised and slightly horrified.

The room was silent for a moment before he continued, "I'm going to be honest, I’m finding the fact that you're sitting here with your panties in your hand very distracting. Can I get you something to wear?" he offered.

I considered for a moment before agreeing. I was sitting on a leather couch in a miniskirt with no underwear on. I was uncomfortable in so many ways.