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 cried

hummed the soft tune her mother used to sing to her as a child. A tune that stuck with

time that she hummed the night she summoned him for the first

here…” the words of that young warrior broke through

he stared wide-eyed at Jazzy as she turned to

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long while and she admired

on his

walked over to the small black cauldron she had

a few droplets of her tears to fall inside. She heard it sizzle,

was no heat applied. She turned to Douglas and gave him a

to him, swaying her hips and drawing his eyes

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

“I’m not sure I understand your question, madam,” he said, annoyingly formal. She

lip, chewing

But the scent of purity was evident

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

into him, allowing her breath to tickle the side of his face. “Have you ever made

could see the hairs on his arms

and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch.

and gripped his shirt gently.

be overheard. A smile tugged at the corner

his neck

as did hers. It was he who

lips. He crashed his mouth into hers and kissed

quick to enter her mouth; he kissed her

around her curvy waist

him to have a little taste of what

Douglas had broken his kiss from her mouth

the nape of her neck; she even

very much. His strong hands had searched her body, desperate

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

his eyes, when he looked at her, was enough for her to

into her chest so he could be buried in

her throw her head back in

her chest and went

tongue to explore his mouth curiously while running her fingers up

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

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

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

her lips at

she heard him gasping with

She felt the warm pool

pain seared him and her fingers dug deeper into him.

and soaked with his blood. His entire body stilled as