The Alpha's College Mate

Chapter 18

Clara’s POV

Jasmine tugged on my hand, pulling me through the crowd packed across campus. The Full Moon party was in full swing with students from every year, even a few graduate students. I scanned the crowd, searching for something or someone. Something inside me had urged me to stay home, yet I had wanted to come. I had been looking forward to this night since last week.

There were so many people it was hard to think clearly. But Jasmine knew exactly where she was headed, leading me toward a group clustered near the woods. Our campus was large, yet it was surrounded by acres of forest. I would not be surprised if people slipped into those trees tonight to do the exact sinful things I imagined Professor Vance doing to me.

Jasmine started the night with soda, and one hour later she was dancing with the football team’s quarterback. I stood at the edge of the forest, arms crossed, a soda in my hand, leaning against a tree and chewing the inside of my cheek. Professor Vance had been right; people were going wild tonight. Hormones ran high, couples disappeared into the trees, and they were not quiet about it.

“Babe,” Levi said from my left. He pushed me against a tree, the smell of alcohol on his breath almost overwhelming, and his eyes… They were gold. He leaned down to shout in my ear over the music. “When Professor Vance shows up he is going to f*****g destroy you.”

“I do not think he is going to show,” I said.

Levi brushed his nose against my ear when someone bumped into him. “Come on. You know he will appear the second you start letting loose and having fun.” Someone shoved him into me again, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me into the woods. “Goddess, I cannot even stand out there. Come over here where it is quieter.”

I tugged back. “I am not going into the woods where everyone is hooking up.”

Before I could free my hand he was ripped away from literally thrown several meters across the clearing and landed hard on his back. Professor Vance stood in front of me and growled actually growled.

“She said no,” he said, the words heavy with power.

Levi scrambled up and bowed his head. “Sorry, Alpha,” he muttered, then vanished into the trees, clutching the back of his bleeding neck.

Had Vance thrown him hard enough to draw blood?

And… Alpha?

Professor Vance turned back to me, eyes glowing gold and long teeth extending past his lips. He stepped closer. I stepped back until I hit a tree. One hand braced above my head, the other clenched at his side, he closed the distance.

“I told you to stay home.”

My eyes widened, heart slamming against my ribs. Those eyes should have terrified me… yet I felt no fear at all. I f*****g loved every second of it. His intensity, his aggression… all of it left me burning.

Every theory I had held was true.

Werewolves were real, and one was staring straight at me.

He rested his forehead against mine and let out another low growl. “Leave the party right now, Clara,” he murmured. “You smell too f*****g good. I do not know how much longer I can control myself.”

Something inside me pushed back. “No,” I said. “I am not going anywhere.”

He growled again, yet no one at the party heard it.

“Leave,” he ordered, harsher this time. The power in his voice made my legs ache to obey.

“No,” I repeated, fighting to stay in control of my own body.

He wrapped a hand around my throat, buried his face in the crook of my neck, and inhaled deeply. His teeth scraped my skin and sent a shiver through me.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, pressing his hardness against my thigh. “I cannot control myself around you tonight. It is the full moon. If you want me to turn you over and claim you right here, then stay, Clara. Let me sink my teeth into your neck…” His teeth pricked the side of my neck.

“Not here,” I whispered breathlessly, glancing back at the hundreds of students. “In your office. Please, take me in your office.”

Another guttural growl made me shiver. He scooped me up, threw me over his shoulder like an animal, and strode toward his office, unlocking the door and stepping into the dark room.

Moonlight poured through the large window. He set me on his desk, grabbed the front of my dress, and ripped it clean off literally tore the entire top away as if he had lost all restraint.

An animal.

Professor Vance was an animal.

He slipped a hand between my thighs, teased the edge of my soaked panties, and pushed his fingers inside, coating them in my juices. Just that touch made me clench with excitement. No one had ever touched me with such raw possession.

He thrust two thick fingers into me while his thumb rubbed my c**t, making it swell. My toes curled, n*****s hardening in the cool air. I threw my head back as tension coiled low in my core.

“I have been holding myself back from taking you for the past two weeks,” Professor Vance growled in my ear, the sound primal and low, like a predator about to devour its prey. “Every time you walked into my office hours you have no idea how much control it took not to bend you over this desk and finally”he gripped my neck hard with his free hand while his fingers kept working“take you.”

My toes curled and a soft whimper escaped as I dug my fingers into his muscular shoulders. “I am going to come already,” I whispered, body trembling. I was so closeso f*****g close.

“You will not come,” Professor Vance said, forcing me to meet his glowing golden eyes. “Not unless you ask for permission and not unless I give it. Do you understand me, Clara?”

I furrowed my brows, eyes widening, and stared into those intense eyes.

He roughly stroked his thumb along my jaw. “Do. You. Understand?”

Even as the pressure built I nodded and dug my fingers deeper into his shoulders. “Can I come, Professor Vance?” I asked, clenching around his fingers as he added a third.

He rubbed my c**t faster. “No.”

“Please,” I begged. “Please… I am so close.”

“No.”

The more he refused, the closer I edged toward falling apart. My core pulsed, my n*****s ached, and my neck burned every time his teeth brushed it.

“God, Professor Vance… I cannot hold on much longer.”

“You are not going to come, Clara. Not yet.”

He pulled his fingers free, shoved them into his mouth, and groaned as he licked them clean. I reached between us and stroked his hard c**k through his jeans, desperate for him inside me.

I was so desperate to finish that I scooted to the edge of the desk and tried to grind my wet p***y against his hardness. I needed frictionanything to push me over.

Before I could, he gripped my hips, dropped to his knees between my thighs, and buried his face against me, his scruff scraping my inner thighs. He slapped his hand hard against my c**t.

“Are you trying to come, Clara?” he asked, lips brushing the sensitive bud. “Are you trying to get off even after I told you that you could not?”

I bit my lower lip and nodded hesitantly. “Yes,” I whispered.

He pressed his mouth over my c**t and flicked his tongue against it, making me jolt. “Then you are going to wait even longer.” He began devouring me, tongue moving fast and savage around my swollen c**t, my juices soaking his stubble.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, legs shaking. “Please, not any longer. Please, Professor Vance…”

My p***y clenched again and again, aching for something thick to fill it. I need it now.

He thrust two fingers inside me, pumping them hard and driving me higher. “Squeeze your n*****s. Pleasure your t**s while I torture this tight f*****g pussy.”

Higher and higher… God, I was about to lose it.

I brushed my fingers over my n*****s, sending fresh waves of pleasure through me. He kept eating me, tongue relentless. He growled against my folds, making my c**t vibrate.

“Professor Vance”

“Alpha,” he growled. “You will address me as Alpha.”

“Alpha,” I whispered, p***y tightening further. “Can I please come?”

“No.” He paused, inhaling deeply, then stood. “Not unless my c**k is inside you and you are f*****g begging me to fill this tight, desperate little hole with my cum.”

I sucked in a breath. “Anything,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider and hoping he would thrust into me. I could already feel how thick he was through his jeans, the fabric stretched tight. “Please, Alpha. I have been thinking about this since the first day of class.”

He shoved his jeans down, freed his c**k, and slapped it against my p***y. He let spit drip from his lips onto the tip and rubbed it in. Gripping both my thighs, he pushed into me slowly.

I furrowed my brows, staring up at him and moaning. “Oh my God.” My toes curled. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

He kept sinking inch after inch into my tight p***y until I was completely full.

After a few moments he closed his eyes and groaned. “f**k, I did not think you would feel this good, baby.” He began thrusting slowly. “My mate feels so f*****g warm and tight. It is almost as if you have not been sliding those cute little vibrators in here every night.”

My p***y clenched around him. “You… you know about them?” I asked.

When he opened his eyes again they glowed brighter than before, and his canine teeth had lengthened a full inch. My heart pounded and my breath caught. Why was this turning me on so much?

“How could I not? Listening to those moans of yours. Smelling your wet cunt every class. You even brought one to class last Friday, did you not? Trying to f*****g tease me while I was teaching.”

“Vance,” I whispered, tension building higher, “I am going to come. I cannot hold it back anymore. You are driving me insane.”

He gripped my chin and pulled me in, kissing me hard and passionately. When he broke away he was breathing as heavily as I was. “When I sink my teeth into your neck, you are going to come for me, Clara.”

“Sink your teeth into my neck?” I asked, clenching harder.

The tips of his canines pricked my skin, and suddenly he bit down. Pressure and pain shot through me, yet something inside me found pleasure in the way he so unapologetically claimed me. He sank them deeper until all I could feel was his saliva trailing down my chest and the heat of his mouth on my neck.

My body shook with pleasure, nails digging into the wooden desk hard enough to leave deep grooves.

“Alpha,” I panted, doubled over and trembling. “Oh my God, Vance.” I bucked my hips one last time and cried out, coming hard around his c**k.

After a few moments he withdrew his teeth and licked the blood from my neck, sealing the wound. He trailed his nose up to my ear, a low purr rumbling from his chest. He buried himself even deeper and went completely still. “Clara, you are mine. Say it for me.”

“I am yours,” I breathed, p***y tightening around him.

“f**k,” he whispered, thrusting once more and coming deep inside me.

When he finally pulled out I collapsed onto the desk, the mark on my neck burning. He dressed me in spare clothes from his closet, scooped me into his arms, and carried me out of the office.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You are a wolf now, Clara. Your whole life is about to change,” he said. “I am bringing you home to rest before you shift.”