I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It

Third Person POV

Word had quickly gotten back to Jazzy that her spell had worked. All witches and those who were gifted

by the moon goddess were powerless at the Higala school for shifters. That pleased her greatly. It

meant that she was a step closer to riding the world of Volana wolves forever. Of course, this wasn’t

something she’d be able to do alone. Not even Alpha Jonathan and his henchmen could help her with

this next step. It takes something incredibly powerful and dark to take out all the Volanas. In order to do

this, she needed to summon an old friend. Though, his visits don’t often come without a price. Hence

why she hadn’t summoned him in years, but now that the full red moon was soon arriving, she knew

she couldn’t wait much longer. Douglas, a young warrior in Alpha Jonathan’s pack, appointed to her

protection, stood at her side as she ordered of him. He was no older than 18; a freshly new gamma

warrior, and perfect for what she needed. She could smell his innocence from miles away and that

pleased her very much. The Alpha did say that she could help herself to do whatever she needed, and

this was exactly what she needed. She stood at the window of the room she was given, staring up at the

moonlight and allowing the rays to dance off her bright and radiant features. She closed her eyes and

thought about the day her parents died. She had watched with her own eyes as a Volana wolf bit into

their raw flesh and tore them both to pieces. Their magic wasn’t strong enough to defend themselves

and Jazzy had screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight of her parents meeting their fatal end. It

was her older sister, Hazel, who had covered Jazzy’s eyes from the gruesome scene and then got her

out of there before the Volana wolf turned its attention, and sharp canines, to them. Jazzy had a mixture

of emotions running through her, but the one that stuck with her was anger. Of course, at the time, she

didn’t want to admit such a thing. While others around their village, including her sister, mourned the

death of her beloved parents, Jazzy was stewing in her own anger. Furious that such a thing could

happen and not a thing was getting done about it. It was during that time, that Jazzy had wept. The

tears that escaped her eyes and soaked over her young features were filled with hatred; they were filled

with anger. They were filled with darkness. It was those memories and that hatred that filled the tears

she cried while staring up at the moonlight. They were tears that were filled with so much darkness that

enough to summon the darkest of demons. As she cried and stared up at the moon through

used to sing to her as a child. A tune

same time that she hummed the

the words of that young warrior broke through her thoughts. He

body and shivering; he stared wide-eyed at Jazzy as she

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she admired

There was genuine concern on his face. Men were so

“Are you okay?” She walked over to the small black cauldron she had set

few droplets of her tears to fall

no heat applied. She turned to Douglas and gave him

she said, stepping closer to him, swaying her hips and drawing his

“Have you ever felt the touch of a woman?” His brows rose

I understand your question, madam,” he said,

bottom lip, chewing on it

with large muscles and a nice face. But the

gap between them. “I mean…” she began, leaning

her breath to tickle the side of his

hairs on his arms standing and

closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. She ran her slender fingers

shirt and gripped his shirt gently. “I…I

be overheard. A smile tugged at the corner

She ran her fingers up to his neck and rested her palm on his

hers. It was he who had

crashed his mouth into hers and kissed her ravenously. He

own. His tongue was quick to enter her mouth; he kissed her like he was

arms around her curvy

little taste of

his innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss from

of her neck; she even let out a small moan to show him

strong hands had searched her body, desperate to get her

that had unbuttoned her blouse, to give him a better view of her breasts; the

her, was enough for

her chest so he could be buried in her

head back in pure satisfaction. She ran

he kissed up her chest and went back to kissing her

mouth curiously while running

She pressed her palm to his heart and felt it beating under her touch.

of a song. She enjoyed

kiss him; he was completely hooked to her like

at her lips at

she heard him gasping with her kiss. But she didn’t stop

kissing her. She felt the warm pool of blood, dripping

their feet. He gasped again as pain seared him and her fingers dug deeper into

blood. His entire body stilled as