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

was enough to summon the darkest of demons. As she

the soft tune her mother used to sing to her

of her life; it was the same time that she hummed the night she

words of that young warrior broke through her thoughts.

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

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were in silence for a long while and she admired that

concern on his face. Men were so easily

over to the small

of her

turned to Douglas and gave

Douglas…” she said, stepping closer to him, swaying her hips and drawing

touch of a woman?” His brows rose

sure I understand your question, madam,” he said, annoyingly formal. She

bottom lip, chewing on it as she looked him over. He

with large muscles and a nice face. But the scent of purity was evident to her. She

closed the gap between them. “I mean…” she began, leaning toward his ear so

her breath to tickle the side of his face. “Have you ever made

his arms

he closed his eyes, leaning into her

gripped his shirt gently. “I…I have

was afraid, they’d be overheard. A smile tugged at

ran her fingers up to his neck and rested her palm on his cheek, making him

was he who had closed the

his mouth into hers and kissed

enter her mouth; he

his strong arms around her curvy waist and pulled her into him;

have a little taste of what he

she liked his innocence. Douglas had broken his

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

much. His strong hands had searched

blouse, to give him a better view of her breasts; the lust

eyes, when he looked at her, was enough for her to crave him. She placed her hands on the

he could be buried in her breasts. He kissed and

throw her head back in pure

and went back

to explore his mouth curiously while running her fingers

heart and

pumping to the beat of a song. She enjoyed the feeling of it; she

kiss him; he was completely hooked to her

at her lips at the very thought of it. Just as her fingers

flesh of his chest, she heard him gasping with her kiss. But she didn’t stop

pool of blood, dripping down her forearm and soaking

as pain seared

with his blood. His entire