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

of demons. As she cried and stared

she hummed the soft tune her mother used to sing to her as

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

accident. “It got cold in here…” the words of

arms around his body and shivering; he stared wide-eyed

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silence for a long while and she admired that

frowning. There was genuine concern on his face. Men

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

of her tears

to Douglas and gave him a sweet and yet seductive smile.

to him, swaying her

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

I understand your question, madam,” he said,

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

nice face. But the scent of

them. “I mean…” she began, leaning toward

allowing her breath to tickle the side

on his arms standing

his eyes, leaning into her touch. She ran

shirt gently. “I…I have not…”

be overheard. A smile

to his neck and rested her

her. His breathing had deepened, as did hers. It was he who had closed the rest

hers and kissed her ravenously. He conquered her mouth

tongue was quick to enter her mouth; he kissed her like he was

curvy waist

it. She wanted him to have a little taste of what he was

his innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss

neck; she even let out

hands had searched her body, desperate to get

to give him a better view of her

eyes, when he looked at her, was enough for her to crave him.

and pushed him into her chest so he could be buried in her

throw her head

up her chest and

curiously while running

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

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

fingers had curved as she continued to kiss him; he was completely hooked to her

drug. A smile tugged 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

felt the warm pool

as pain seared him and her fingers

his blood. His entire body stilled as she