Page 32 of Rejected By My Shifter Billionaire

K assia saw stars.

“P-prof—-” The kiss deepened, and it was even harder to think but she tried, protesting, “You c-can’t do this!”

“Why?” Lifting his head as he asked, Alessandro studied her kiss-swollen mouth in satisfaction. She looked his. If it were up to him, he would make sure she looked like this, forever .

“B-because...” She remembered the long hours she had spent checking her phone, waiting for a single text or call from him, and her brown eyes flashed fire.

“You never answered any of my—-” Her voice faltered as the professor’s lips traveled across her cheek and towards her ear.

Trying again, she said, “The p-past three days—- ah. ” The rest of her words turned into a whimper as the professor started licking her ear.

His body rocked against hers in silent laughter, and after taking a little bite of her ear, he asked silkily, “You were saying?”

The professor nuzzled her neck as he spoke, and Kassia couldn’t remember if she had been about to say something. If she had, it was a clear waste of time when this – oh God, this—-

Kassia arched her neck to give the professor more skin to kiss.

This was so much better than speaking, than thinking, and when the professor’s mouth covered hers again, she decided to play it smart. She wasn’t going to waste time thinking or speaking.

Surrendering, Kassia wrapped her arms around the professor’s neck and kissed him back.

Her legs went around his waist, and she whimpered when her actions made her feel the throbbing heat of his erection.

Sheer need took over, and she writhed demandingly against the professor while her voice took on a pleading note. “ Please .”

Alessandro’s teeth gnashed as his control threatened to break. He had only wanted a taste of her, but he should have known one kiss wouldn’t be enough. It never was. “Kassia...” They needed to talk, dammit. Sex wasn’t supposed to be the priority here.

The way the professor spoke her name made Kassia shake her head, and she pressed her body harder against his. “ Please .” She unconsciously started rubbing her breasts against his chest. “ Please .”

The feel of her pouting nipples was the last straw. “You win,” he growled under his breath.

A second later, and the professor had taken them to his seat, and his hands were busy under her skirt. Rip, rip, and there went her panties and leggings. Another moment, and her blouse was completely undone, her front-clasp bra unclipped, and the professor’s mouth was on her breast.

Kassia threw her head back with a moan. “ Yeeeeees. ” Her breath hitched when the professor started sucking, and her body started moving in its own volition, her pussy grinding down against his still-covered erection.

Frustration bit her when she ran her hands over his chest and still found him fully clothed. “Professor...”

She didn’t need to say anything else, the professor understanding her unspoken request. Seconds only passed, and both of them were completely naked, and Kassia gasped as she felt his cock slide against her sex like silk-covered steel.

Her eyes drifted closed. “Oh God.” It felt so, so good. A small part of her was shocked and aghast that she was letting this happen, but even so Kassia couldn’t stop herself from responding. She pushed her nipple deeper into her mouth and rubbed her sex faster against his cock.

“Professor—-”

The professor’s mouth left her breast and returned to her mouth. “Say my name,” he whispered against his lips.

The request thrilled her, aroused her. “ Alessandro .”

Heat blazed in the professor’s green orbs. “Again,” he growled.

Shuddering at the way the commanding note only made her feel hotter and more restless, she whimpered his name out. “Alessandro.”

A smile slashed against his lips, and the dazzling sight made her eager to please him more. “Alessandro, please—-”

This time, the reward was beyond her imagination.

The strength in the fingers gripping her hips—-

The possessive look on the professor’s handsome face—-

The feel of his cock pushing up inside her—-

Her lips parted in a silent scream as she found herself fully impaled on the professor’s cock. “Ride me,” the professor commanded.

Her mind ceased to work completely at the words.

From there, she existed only to feel, her only objective to please him because she knew that his sole objective was to please her as well.

She might be unsure of the professor in many ways, but not when they were making love.

When they were like this, their bodies joined together, there was no doubt in her mind. She owned him, and he owned her.

Alessandro couldn’t stop watching Kassia as she started riding him, the dazed way she looked at him and the way she bit her lip driving him crazy.

“More,” he whispered roughly. He wanted her out of desire with him.

His hips pumped up, driving his cock up as her hips pushed down, and he saw Kassia’s eyes dilate.

“Alessandro!”

Shuddering at the sound of his name on her lips, he fisted her hair, pulling her head down so he could kiss her while they fucked. She kissed him back, and feeling her hunger match his made him shudder anew.

“I love you,” he gritted against her lips.

She didn’t answer, but the way she jerked against his body told him she had heard the words.

He didn’t give a damn. “I love you,” he repeated, and this time he said it with his body, too.

His hand finding her clit, he started twisting it between his fingers while pushing his cock deeper into her sex.

Pulling his head back, he looked straight into her hazy brown eyes and said clearly and emphatically, “I love you.”

The words were her undoing, tears shining in her eyes even as her body reached its peak.

“Alessandro!” It was the last thing she could think of saying, pleasure sweeping everything else.

She rode him wildly as she came, her fingers digging deep into his back as she bounced on his cock.

Soon, she heard the professor growl, and she knew he had come as well, his movements turning just as wild while his seed filled her to overflowing.

After, Kassia could only lay her head limply against the professor’s shoulder while faint tremors continued to rack their bodies. By the time she stirred, she was in the professor’s couch, fully dressed, with new panties and leggings, and the professor was seated on the armchair, watching her.

Pushing herself up, she started to ask about her new clothes when a thought intruded, and she sat up with a gasp. “Professor, the door!” She couldn’t believe they had made love without even locking the door. Anyone could have entered—-

“Relax.” The professor’s voice was a lazy purr.

Kassia stared at the professor. “B-but—-” She lifted her shoulders in a helpless shrug. “I’m worried for you , Professor. I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”

Alessandro inhaled deeply. So damn sweet, in the most dangerously selfless way possible.

How had he been so goddamn blind he hadn’t seen that he was the luckiest bastard alive to have this girl love him?

“You never have to worry about us, baby,” he told her quietly. “That’s my responsibility, not yours.”

Kassia opened her mouth to protest, but she wasn’t given any chance to speak, not with the professor suddenly picking her up in his arms, whisking them across the room so he could lock the door, and then they were seated behind his table, Kassia on his lap.

All of it had taken place in three seconds, tops.

“Whoagodthatwasfast.”

Shock had Kassia trembling and feeling a little faint.

Living in a farm with her grandparents, there had always been too many things to do, and what free time she did have, she preferred to spend outdoors, swimming in the lake or cycling in nearby trails.

It had been a simple life, and nothing about it had given her any reason to even consider there was the slightest possibility that werewolves – no, Lyccans – existed.

Feeling her tremble against him, Alessandro sought to calm her down by saying teasingly, “Just as fast as how you’re talking now, little chick.” At his words, the tension slowly eased out of her body, Kassia even managing a weak smile.

Returning her smile with one of his own, he traced her lips, murmuring, “I love your smile.”

Tears pricked her eyes. Had the professor really said that? Alessandro Moretti, a man that the whole world found so mysterious and elusive – had he really said that to someone like her?

“You’re too good for me, Professor,” she whispered.

The smile vanished from the professor’s face.

“No, Kassia. It’s the other way around. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.

You’re perfect , for still being here with me even after all the times I’ve hurt you.

” When her eyes darkened at his words, Alessandro asked grimly, “What is it?” He would do anything to eliminate the pain in her gaze.

“How can I be perfect when—-” Kassia swallowed as she remembered the look in the professor’s eyes the last time they had seen each other. Even if he had been in his wolf then, there was no mistaking that look.

“I hurt you, didn’t I, Professor?” she heard herself ask.

His gaze remained steady on her face as he answered levelly, “Yes.”

Her heart cracked at the unashamed admission. “I’m sorry.” Her voice caught.

“Don’t be.” The first tears started to fall, and Alessandro wiped them away with his thumb. “I hurt you first, remember?”

She shook her head stubbornly. “It doesn’t mean I should hurt you back.”

He could see that she meant every word, and the sweetness of it made his chest tighten. “You’re the sweetest girl I know, little chick. It’s probably why I fell in love with you in the first place.”

A stricken expression crossed her face. “Oh, Professor.”

“Say my name,” he said huskily.