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 up at

used to sing to her as a child. A tune that stuck

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

words of that young warrior broke

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

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for a long while and she admired

said, frowning. There was genuine concern on his face. Men were so

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

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

applied. She turned to Douglas and gave him a

swaying her hips and drawing

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

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

her plump bottom lip, chewing on it as she

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

and closed the gap between them. “I

breath to tickle the

hairs on his arms standing and his entire body

gently and he closed his eyes, leaning into her

through his shirt and gripped his shirt gently. “I…I

was afraid, they’d be overheard. A

to his neck and rested her palm on his cheek,

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

into hers and kissed her ravenously. He conquered

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

around her curvy waist and pulled her into him; she allowed

it. She wanted him to have a little taste of what he was missing, and she wanted it as

innocence. Douglas had broken

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

that very much. His strong hands had searched

to give him a better

for her to crave

into her chest so he could be buried

throw her head back in pure satisfaction. She ran

up her chest and went back to kissing her

curiously while running her fingers up his bare chest

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

of a song. She enjoyed the feeling

she continued to kiss him; he was completely hooked to

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

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

felt the warm pool of blood, dripping

feet. He gasped again as pain seared him and

with his blood. His entire body stilled as she pulled her lips