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 the moon through

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

was the same time that

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

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

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long while and she admired that he was bold

concern on his face. Men were

“Are you okay?” She walked over to

and allowed a few droplets of her tears to fall inside. She heard it

She turned to Douglas and

closer to him, swaying her hips and

a woman?” His brows rose at

I understand your question, madam,” he said,

chewing on it as she looked him

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

and closed the gap between them. “I mean…”

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

hairs on his arms standing and his entire body tensed. Her

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

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

to a whisper as if he was afraid, they’d be

she stifled it. She ran her fingers up to his neck and rested her palm on his cheek,

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

mouth into hers and kissed her ravenously. He conquered

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

arms around her curvy waist and

to have a little taste of what he was missing,

innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss from

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

strong hands had searched her body, desperate

had unbuttoned her blouse, to give him a

enough for her to

him into her chest so he could be buried in

head back

hair as he kissed up her chest and went back to kissing her

mouth curiously while running her fingers up his

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

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

him; he was completely hooked to her like

at her lips at

she heard him gasping with her kiss. But

pool of blood, dripping down her forearm and

as pain seared him and her

and soaked with his blood. His