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

summon the darkest of demons. As she cried and stared up at

she hummed the soft tune her mother used to sing to her as a child. A tune

same time that she hummed

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

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

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in silence for a long while and she admired that he was bold enough

frowning. There was genuine concern on his face. Men were so easily manipulated;

“Are you okay?” She walked over to the

her room and allowed a few droplets of her tears

and

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

“Have you ever felt the touch of a woman?” His brows rose at her question as he

your question, madam,” he

chewing on it as she looked him

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

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

whisper into him, allowing her breath to tickle the side

the hairs on his arms standing and his

eyes, leaning into her

his shirt and gripped his shirt gently. “I…I have not…”

if he was afraid, they’d be

up to his neck and rested

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

and kissed

her mouth; he kissed her like he was

arms around her curvy waist and pulled her

have a little taste of what he

liked his innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss from her mouth

tongue down the nape of her neck; she even let out a small moan to show

much. His strong hands had searched her body, desperate to get her

her blouse, to give him

was enough for her to crave

he could be

her throw her head back in pure satisfaction. She ran his

her chest and went back to kissing

to explore his mouth curiously while running her fingers

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

it was pumping to the beat of a song.

as she continued to kiss him; he was completely hooked to her like

sort of drug. A smile tugged at her lips at

of his chest, she heard him gasping

warm pool of blood, dripping down her

as pain seared him and her fingers dug deeper into him.

was completely red and soaked with his blood. His entire body stilled as she