Page 30 of In the Mouth of the Wolf (Of Wolves and Kings #1)

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W e walked through a nearly empty campus. It was Saturday, and with finals coming up, most students were holed up in their dorms, the library, or the local cafes to study.

I had to admit, it looked pretty bleak, and I felt a little self-conscious while I cleared my throat. “It’s no Stanford, but I get to work with and teach a lot of shifters, and…”

“What do you mean?” Marlowe asked, looking at me curiously. Against the white snow, overcast sky, and nondescript buildings, Marlowe’s strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes were a bright contrast that nearly took my breath away. A ray of sunshine, a lone flower. Her pink, pouty lips looked kissably soft, but I fought the urge to take her in my arms.

“Sorry, did I have resting bitch face or something? I was just lost in the nostalgia of it all. Don’t you wish you could go back to your undergrad days sometimes?” she sighed wistfully.

I chided myself for letting my insecurity get the best of me. I knew by now Marlowe wasn’t a snob. Why did I think she’d judge me for working at a small state school?

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “Life sure was a lot less complicated back then.”

But I also hadn’t had an omega, either.

I unlocked the door to the biology building, leading her to my office on the third floor. Normally I preferred the lively sounds of students on their way to class with the semester in full swing, but today the silent, dark hallways provided the privacy I required for testing. Not to mention my desire to keep Marlowe away from prying eyes and noses.

“Just put your stuff on the chair, and then we can get started in the lab.” I placed my computer bag on the desk and took off my coat, turning around to the sound of my door closing and locking.

Marlowe leaned against it, biting her lip and looking nervous. “Professor, you wanted to see me?”

I arched an eyebrow, wondering what she meant. But then my cock hardened, figuring out what was going on faster than my brain had. Her heavy perfume coated the air, and I fought the urge to smile, setting my expression into a disappointed frown instead. “Yes, please take a seat, Ms. Linden. I’m afraid it’s quite serious.”

I’d never entertained a student-professor fantasy before, despite having been the object of a few innocent crushes over the years. But if Marlowe wanted to play, I was game.

She shuffled into the chair, knees together. Averting her gaze, her cheeks blushed. “It’s about my test, isn’t it?”

I rolled my sleeves up, placing my arms in front of me on my desk and clasping my hands. “It is. You got every question wrong. It was worth fifty percent of your grade, so I’m afraid you’re going to fail my class.”

She held back tears, releasing a shuddering breath.

What a talented little actress. I wondered how far she was interested in taking this.

“Please, Professor Lim. If I don’t pass, I’m going to lose my scholarship. I can’t pay the tuition on my own, so I’ll get kicked out of school! Could I take the test again? Or is there any… extra credit I could do?”

She unbuttoned the top of her shirt, her fingers tracing down her cleavage and revealing a black lacy bra.

I tsked. “Ms. Linden, do you think a little peep show is enough to raise your grade by fifty points?”

She pulled down her bra, now exposing one pink, hardened nipple. “How many points is a breast worth?”

I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms. “I suppose I could give you five points per breast. As long as I get to touch them.”

She took off her shirt and bra completely, walking topless around my desk. After pushing my knees apart, she leaned against it, fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly. “Please, Professor.”

My cock twitched in my pants, aching to be free. But I wanted to take my time, as I was already having too much fun. I held her heavy breasts in my hands, inspecting them closely. My thumbs brushed lightly against her nipples, and she giggled. “Your hands are so warm and big. But I bet your tongue would feel nice, too.”

I chuckled deeply. “Have you been thinking about my tongue?”

“Everyday in class, Professor. I like to sit in the back, so I can touch myself while I imagine your tongue all over me.”

I pushed her down on her back slightly as I stood, lowering my mouth over the beautiful, creamy mounds, drawing her nipples into delicate peaks. She moaned as I licked and sucked, dragging my teeth over her soft skin.

“Ten points, Ms. Linden. Forty more to go.” I sat back in my chair, watching as her bottom lip trembled. “I’ll give you fifteen more points if you show me exactly how you like to touch yourself while you think about me.”

Her hands shook as she slid her jeans down her hips, stepping out of them to reveal a black, lacy thong to match the bra. She slid her hand down her stomach, all the way to her sex, pushing the underwear aside to rub her clit. I bit my thumb, rubbing my other hand over my erection as she slipped her fingers inside her pussy, whimpering while she slid them in and out. “I like to imagine your cock is fucking me, Professor. Just like this.”

She spread her legs wider, inserting three of her fingers inside herself now, and I bit back a groan, remembering exactly how sweet she had tasted with Nolan’s knot deep inside her. Her commitment to the role was commendable, because I was about to lose my mind.

Breathy moans turned into frantic pants, and I watched as she made herself come to the thought of me, her eyes closed and lips parted in pure bliss, back arched as the pleasure released in her tense muscles.

I grabbed her hand as she pulled her fingers out of herself, licking them clean.

“Professor!” she gasped.

“I have a confession of my own,” I said, letting go of her. The tether of control was fraying, and all pretense of calm was falling by the wayside. I could feel my need for her growing into an unhinged intensity, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. “I know you touch yourself in my class. And when I’m at home, I touch myself while I think about you.”

She blushed. “Would I get any points if you showed me?”

I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, bringing my cock out and stroking it in my hand. “No. But I’ll give you five points if you’ll let me come on your tits.”

She kneeled in front of me, grinning wildly. “Oh, thank you, Professor! You’re so generous! I would have let you come on my face for two.”

Fuck, the cheek on this female. I grabbed her chin. “Watch your tone, young lady, or I’ll deduct all you’ve earned and then some. What will you possibly do for your grade, then?”

She rubbed her hands along my thighs, looking up in thought. I started masturbating in earnest, watching the way her breasts bounced with each jerk.

“Would you be interested in fucking me from behind while I blow one of your friends?”

She asked the question so innocently I nearly laughed. That particular image had been one of my main fantasies during her heat when I took care of myself in the shower. But hearing the words coming out of her mouth, knowing she had also thought about it, quickened my orgasm, and I felt it building much faster than usual.

“Mm, don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Ms. Linden.”

She presented her chest as my release neared, gripping onto my legs for support. “Oh, I fully intend to keep it. I’ve seen you in town, Professor. I’ve watched you and your pack. Maybe all four of you would like to take turns?”

I growled as thick ropes of cum exploded onto her chest, sticking to her perfect skin. Her perfume, now mingled with my scent, invaded my senses and kept my cock from becoming flaccid. She swiped her finger and scooped up a drop, licking it off.

“You taste delicious. Would you like to see?” She smeared my cum around her skin, taking some into her mouth. Then she leaned up and kissed me, pushing it through my lips with her tongue.

This omega was my undoing. My cock once more fully hardened, I was done with games, and I pulled her onto my lap, kissing her furiously. Her slick covered my pants, and my semen smeared all over my shirt. Thank the Moon I kept a change of clothes here for when I went to the gym.

She raised herself onto her knees and positioned the head of my dick at her entrance. She grabbed it underneath her, rubbing it along her clit like her own personal toy, throwing her head back and moaning. “How many points for knotting me, Professor?”

I grabbed her waist and pulled her down hard, bucking at the feeling of how perfectly her pussy gripped my cock. She gyrated her hips over my knot, whimpering with need.

Beautiful. My moon, my stars, my world. Her long, wavy hair fell in cascades down her smooth back, her pistachio and honey scent filling the room.

More. There was no such thing as enough with my omega. I would always be in need of her. I picked her up and stood, laying her on top of my desk and leaning over her, watching her face as she succumbed to the pleasure I gave her. She wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me closer and I obeyed. Whatever she wanted, it was hers.

Her walls tightened and as she found her release, I pushed my knot fully inside her, my vision blurring from the ecstasy. The literature on knotting could not do this feeling justice. Like no sex I’d had before, like no drug I’d ever tried – it was a state of pure euphoria. My orgasm did not stop, and I emptied myself inside her over and over.

“A million,” I mumbled, finally regaining a modicum of authority over my faculties.

“What was that?” she asked breathily.

“You get a million points for letting me knot you.”

I wrapped my arms around her back and lifted her off the desk, sitting back in my chair. Her sweet smell would linger enticingly in my office for weeks. It was a good thing winter break was starting soon. I didn’t think I could get any work done, nor let any of my shifter students in here, for a very long time.

And I would definitely never look at my desk the same.

“That’s great, because I have you for Anatomy next semester, and I think I’m going to be coming to your office hours every day for help.”