4/ Office Hours

After getting an answer from her, he returns his attention to the drink counters in front of him. He picks up the canister of whisky, at the same time moving just slightly to cover the fact that he picks up another small vial, containing a mix of wolfsbane and an aphrodisiac.

After a little subtle testing of his Alpha commands toward Isadora and his not getting the response from her as a normal Omega would, Professor Miles had done a little more research into Isadora’s background and found that she came from an Alpha bloodline, making her a rare find, an Alpha attitude with the submissiveness of an Omega.

Now knowing her bloodline, he knew that wolfsbane might weaken her Omega wolf a little, but after watching Isadora, he knew that he needed to weaken her human’s Alpha resolve at the same time, and the only way to do that was to make her and her wolf a little more receptive to him.

By giving her the wolfsbane to weaken her wolf, the aphrodisiac would then allow him to slip past her defences and make her his.

Professor Miles pours both his mix and a little bit of whisky into one glass before filling the other glass halfway. He then puts the canter down along with the vial before picking up both glasses and passing one to Isadora as he stops and leans on the front of his desk.

Isadora took the glass from him and took a sip, pulling a face at the taste and burn before taking another sip and resting the glass in her lap. They go over a few more of the assignment preliminaries as Isadora slowly sips at her drink before placing it on the desk next to Professor Miles.

He glances at the glass and sees that there is only a small amount left at the bottom and smiles inwardly, before returning his attention to Isadora as she reaches down next to her, picks up her bag and slowly gets to her feet as she says.

‘Thanks, Professor. I should be going now…’

Isadora takes a step and turns, a wave of dizziness hitting her. Her hand goes to her head as Professor Miles places his now empty glass next to hers on his desk, releasing a little of his Alpha pheromones before stepping forward and placing a steadying hand, concerned, saying.

‘Isadora, are you okay?’

‘Yeah, just a little lightheaded, probably from the whisky…’

Isadora sighs as Professor Miles steps back, turns, and grabs a small pile of papers from his desk. He then turns back and holds them out to her, saying.

‘Here, these are some notes you may need for the assignment.’

The documents in his hand had nothing to do with the assignment he had given in his lecture; he just needed an excuse to touch her. As she reached for the papers in his hand, he pulled them back just a little, allowing his other hand to wrap around her wrist.

Professor Miles drops the papers and pulls her into his body, twisting the wrist he is already holding behind her back as he wraps his other hand around her waist and slams his lips to hers.

Isadora is momentarily surprised and doesn’t move until she feels him slide his tongue across her lips, asking for entry. She then starts to struggle against his hold, only to have him release her and surround her with a little more of his Alpha pheromones.

A wave of heat then surges through Isadora, making her whimper and open her mouth a little. Miles takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth, exploring every small space before wrestling with her tongue.

Isadora whimpers again, and the sound goes straight to Miles’ throbbing cock, the impulse to be inside her so intense that he himself lets out a low growl.

Another wave of heat surges through Isadora at the sound of his growl, just as Opal whimpers and shakes her wolf's head inside Isadora’s mind, trying to rid herself of the weak, fuzzy feeling washing over her.

As her struggles slow, Miles surrounds them with a little more of his Alpha pheromones while slowly making her step back and over toward the small leather couch he has in the corner of his office.

He keeps her hand pinned to her back as he moves his other hand, sliding it up and down her side each time sliding just a little lower to her thigh over her college uniform’s skirt. Isadora flinches and whimpers when she feels his fingers graze the bare skin of her thigh close to her knee.

Enjoying her little protests that seem to go straight to his throbbing cock, making pre-cum leak from the tip as if he was already cumming in his pants. Miles slides his hand under her college uniform skirt and groans into his kiss at the soft feel of her.

Losing what little control he had left, Ransom pushes forward to stand with him as he moves just that little closer to the couch, so that as he pushes her skirt that little higher, he slowly lays her down, allowing him to position himself between her legs.  

Once settled on the couch, Miles breaks his kiss and skims his lips along her jaw and down her neck, smiling when her body responds as he expected, and she tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck at the same time she arches her back, pushing her breasts into his chest.

Slowly losing control, Ransom extends his canines a little and gently nips at the skin on her neck as he skims his lips down to her marking spot. As he sucks and scrapes his canines over the soft skin, Isadora can’t stop the moaning whimper that escapes her lips as the combination of his lips, canines, the whisky and the drugged heat running through her body fogs her mind.

Groaning, Miles slides his hand to her hip, and as soon as he feels the side of her panties, he hooks his fingers into and pulls at the small strip of material, making her whimper as they dig and then snap against her skin. The sudden pain brings a little clarity to Opal, and she growls low, still shaking her head, sensing danger.