The Alpha's College Mate

Chapter 07

Lucan's POV

Before I headed out for my run, I spotted Clara sitting on the grass in front of the classics building. It almost felt like she was waiting for me to step outside and notice her. At least that was what I told myself, though I still could not quite read her. I did not know yet whether this pull between us went both ways.

But when I finally walked into the sunlight, she was nowhere in sight. Jasmine occupied her usual spot, smiling up at me the way she had ever since she turned eighteen a few months earlier. I did not know how she had driven Clara away, yet I could not stop myself from finding out.

“Hi, Alpha,” Jasmine said, rolling onto her back and propping herself up on her forearms as I drew closer.

I let out a low growl. “It is Professor Vance here, Jasmine. You know that.”

She dipped her head. “Sorry, Professor Vance. What are you doing out here? Levi mentioned that you never run around the campus.”

Instead of playing along, I went straight to the point. My wolf needed to locate Clara, needed to catch her scent, and needed to claim her right then. Her fragrance still hung thick in the air, and I could not stop remembering how her cunt had smelled during class earlier while she kept pressing her thighs together.

“Where is Clara?”

“Clara?” she asked, brows drawing together. “Why do you want”

“Where. Is. She?”

Jasmine’s eyes widened and she pointed toward the classics building. “She said she had class. She headed for the classics building.” She hesitated. “I did not think she had any other classics courses besides yours, but”

Without waiting for another wordI could not help itI strode toward the classics building. Clara had no other classes in that building. I was certain of it. I might have checked one of the school computers late the night before. That did not matter. What mattered was that Clara only came here for me… and I was not in my office.

Inside the building I tracked her scent from the main hallway down a side corridor near my office. Just as I entered the passage she rushed out of my office. She closed the door behind her and froze when she looked up and saw me standing at the far end of the hall.

Her eyes went wide, her cheeks flushed, and she parted her lips as if to speak, but the only words that escaped were “Professor Vance,” in a rough whisper.

I drew in a sharp breath and felt my shorts tighten at the heavy, sweet scent drifting toward me. “What are you doing here?” I asked, rougher than I intended, because my wolf was already clawing to the surface, ready to emerge and mark her.

She clutched her books to her chest and moved slowly down the hallway toward me, glancing at the exit to my right. “I was, um, looking for you. I wanted to ask you something about this, um, book.”

My teeth lengthened into canines inside my mouth, my nails into claws behind my back. That scent was rising from her cunther soaked, eager cunt that I wanted to bury my face in and devour until she was crying out for me. If I stayed much longer I would do exactly that.

“But I have class now.” Clara hurried toward the door, gaze fixed on the floor. “I do not want to be late.”

Before she could slip past me I braced my hand against the wall, blocking her path. “Come back after your class. I expect to see you during my office hours. You do not have class then.”

After a short nod she hurried down the hallway without meeting my eyes, and I let her go. Once Clara left the classics building I strode into my office, slammed and locked the door. The scent of her arousal rolled over me in waves.

I crossed to my desk. When I saw the damp spot on my chair that smelled exactly like Clara’s cunt, I growled. I could not stop myself from dropping into that same chair, shoving my hand into my running shorts, and freeing my c**k. After spitting into my palm I stroked myself, growing harder by the second at the thought of my mate wanting me so badly that she had locked herself in my office while I was out running and touched herself.

“Oh, Clara, you are going to get me into so much trouble,” I murmured.

I worked my hand up and down my d**k, tightening my grip, picturing her flushed cheeks as she pushed two fingers into her tight cunt and f****d herself until her p***y dripped all over my office furniture.

Growling, I rolled my hips, imagining driving into Clara, gripping her ass, watching her pale skin turn pink. I closed my eyes and pictured the night I would finally sink my teeth into her and take her completely biting her neck, tasting her blood, binding myself to her.

“f**k,” I drew out, stroking hard and fast.

I inhaled deeply, pulling in as much of her scent as I could, and came into my hand. I no longer cared what the council might do if they learned I was involved with one of my students. Clara wanted this as much as I did.