My Forbidden Mate is My Professor

Chapter 2

THORNE’S POV

“OURS! WE FINALLY FOUND OUR MATE!” Fenris, my wolf, roared, clawing at the walls of my mind.

I had waited twenty-six years for this scent, and as a powerful Alpha, I should have known how to control myself, but now that I had her inches away, my control shattered into pieces.

She was so damn beautiful, so sexy in that little dress and those lips I was dying to taste.

“I need you… mate,” she moaned. “I want you to make me yours now!”

I didn't even have to answer; she began to kiss my neck with a feverish intensity, while her hands clawed at the nape of my neck.

Dammit! Desire hit me like a thousand daggers, while my fangs pressed against my gums, demanding permission to mark that porcelain skin and claim her before the world.

“You are so beautiful,” I growled, my voice transforming into the beast's roar.

With an urgent movement, I dragged one of my hands to her neck and crashed her lips against mine, kissing her with a ferocity that tore a growl from deep within my chest.

“Mine,” I growled against her mouth, devouring her like a demon. “Mine, mine, mine.”

Her tongue sought mine with feverish urgency, and the taste of whiskey on her breath only made my control crumble.

“Oh, mate!” She let out a muffled gasp that got lost in my throat and clung to me with a strength that made me stagger.

Her hands sank into my hair, pulling my head toward her face as she arched, begging for a contact that was only just beginning.

A choked chuckle escaped my lips as I slid my free hand under the curve of her back, pulling the fabric of her dress until the zipper gave way with a snap.

The fabric fell, revealing the perfect curve of her back and the softness of her shoulders. I needed to touch her, I needed to feel that she belonged to me and claim her once and for all!

My hand slid under the silk, finding her bare skin, brushing the side curve of her breast beneath the loose fabric. I lightly ran my fingertips over her breast until I felt her erect n****e.

“Mmmm…” she moaned into my mouth with a small jump.

I couldn't help it; I continued moving down until my fingers sank into the warmth of her large backside, squeezing the flesh as I pressed my virility into her belly.

“Tell me you’re real,” I growled against her lips.

“I’m real,” she whispered with a voice heavy with a hunger that set my blood on fire. “I’m yours... please, mark me.”

I lost my head completely. I couldn't control myself anymore. In my mind, I was already undressing her, already burying myself in her on that dark floor.

I squeezed her backside tightly and lifted her off the ground, making her wrap her legs around my waist, pressing her intimacy directly against the hardness of my pants.

“Look at me,” I ordered her, my voice no longer human.

She opened her eyes, clouded by desire. Her hands left my hair to cling to the back of my neck, pulling me toward her again.

“Are you sure about what you’re asking for?” I whispered, running my tongue over her lips.

“Yes,” she stammered, pressing her body against mine, soaking the fabric over my erect member.

I didn't need to hear anything else.

I trailed my kisses down her jaw to her collarbone, and ran my tongue over the pulsing vein where I would bury my fangs.

My hand moved with determination toward my belt, ready to get rid of my pants and claim my female.

“Mark her! Do it now!” Fenris screamed over and over in my head.

I was a second away from stripping her of everything, from burying myself in her against that wall and claiming every atom of her being. So that the world would know that the great Alpha Thorne had finally found his Luna.

“I’m going to make you mine,” I growled, my breath burning her skin. “And I’m never, ever going to let you go.”

“Yes… I’ve waited so long...” she whispered through dizzy giggles, tilting her head to the side as I began to press my fangs. “Finally... after eighteen years of waiting to be a woman... today is the best birthday of my life.”

Those words hit me like a bucket of ice water over my fire. My fangs retracted with such violence that my jaw ached from the shock, while my hands pulled away from my nearly unbuckled pants.

I jerked back a few inches, shaking my head from side to side.

“What did you say?” I asked, my voice hoarse from pure frustration. “Did you just turn eighteen... today?”

She nodded with a dazed smile, not understanding why I was stopping. “Yes... I’m finally an adult.”

I closed my eyes, clenching my teeth until my jaw hurt.

I quickly took her by the waist and pulled her away from my body, untangling her legs to place her on the floor.

Was this the Moon Goddess's joke?

She didn't look eighteen; on the contrary, under the dim lights of the club, she looked like a woman of perfect curves, with the maturity necessary to hold my gaze and the age to be my Luna.

I was twenty-six years old. I was a man with a career, a doctorate, who had spent a decade dreaming of a powerful Luna, a woman who could challenge my intellect and rule a pack with a steady hand.

Instead, the woman destined for me was a girl who had just walked out of high school and was currently so drunk she could barely keep her balance.

“Damn it,” I muttered, closing my eyes tightly. “I can't do this. I'm sorry,” I tried to tell her.

But my words were like poison beginning to burn her skin. “What? Why?” She looked up at me, her eyes completely red-rimmed.

“You’re ebriated. You don’t know what you’re asking for…” I tried to say.

But my words meant nothing to her. She tried to lunge for my lips again, her hand trembling as she stroked my jawline. “I’m not that drunk… and you… you’re mine. I felt it. You felt it too.”

Fuck, her warm breath was a siren song tempting me to forget every ethical rule I had ever lived by. However, I couldn't just let myself be carried away by my instincts; I was an Alpha! Damn it!

I took her by the shoulders and moved her away firmly, but the moment the support of my body was gone, her legs gave out and she slumped forward, becoming a dead weight against my chest.

I couldn't leave her there, not in that state. With a sigh heavy with frustration, I swept her up into my arms. I took her to the nearest hotel, ignoring how her proximity made my resolve falter.

Fenris was howling in my mind, a savage sound of betrayal, his claws metaphorically shredding my sanity because I was 'rejecting' our female. He didn't care about ethics or degrees; he only wanted to sink his teeth into her and claim what was ours

Once in the suite, I laid her down with a gentleness I didn't know I possessed; I placed her on the king-size bed. I removed her shoes and covered her with silk sheets. She stirred, murmuring something inaudible, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

I stayed by her side until her breathing finally became slow and rhythmic. I leaned down, my nose brushing against the crown of her head one last time. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon was a drug I was already withdrawing from, and my wolf clawed at my brain, begging me to stay and claim her while she was vulnerable.

“Wait for me, little wolf. Fate has joined us today, but time will put us to the test.”

I walked out of the suite, the scent of cinnamon still clinging to my skin like a promise I wasn't sure I could keep.