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

mother used to sing to her as a

time that she hummed the night she

here…” the words of that young warrior broke through her thoughts.

his body and shivering; he

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and she admired that he was bold

was genuine concern on his face. Men were

pretty face. “Are you okay?” She walked over to the small black cauldron

droplets of her tears to fall

and gave him

stepping closer to him, swaying her hips

a woman?” His

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

onto her plump bottom lip, chewing on it as she looked

with large muscles and a nice face. But the

closed the gap between them. “I mean…”

him, allowing her breath to tickle the side

the hairs on his arms standing and his entire

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

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

as if he was afraid, they’d be overheard. A smile tugged at the

She ran her fingers up to his neck and rested her palm on his

was he who had closed

and kissed her ravenously. He conquered

His tongue was quick to enter her mouth;

arms around her curvy waist

a little taste of what he was

and she liked his innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss from

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

searched her body, desperate to get her

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

for

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

her exposed nipples making her throw her head back in pure

chest and went back to kissing her lips. She deepened the

mouth curiously while running her fingers up

heart and felt

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

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

at her lips at

gasping with her kiss. But she didn’t

stop kissing her. She felt the warm pool of blood, dripping down her forearm and

seared him and her fingers dug deeper into

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