Chapter Four
Thalina His words sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could respond, he dropped to his knees, setting my legs on his shoulders, his eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that made my heart race violently. A hunger I had never seen on anyone’s face—a hunger that made me quiver with longing, sending heat rushing through my core. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide and resting them on his shoulders. God! He was so perfect. He was a professor, and this could put us in difficult situations afterward. I could be ruined if anyone found out that I did this on my first day here. But fuck that! I didn’t care. I wanted him more than I cared about the consequences. He buried his head between my legs, the heat of his mouth sending waves of electricity through me. I quivered, more wetness dripping down my thighs, and he chuckled. "Already so wet for me," he growled against my skin, the vibration of his voice causing my back to arch, pressing harder against his mouth. His tongue grazed over my swollen folds with deliberate slowness, teasing and tasting me like I was his favorite meal. A low groan escaped his throat as he flicked his tongue against me, savoring every second as if I were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. Oh! That look of admiration on his face, one I'd never seen before. The delightful sensations I’d never felt before—everything pushed more slick juices down my pussy, and he licked it all up. His tongue grazed over my folds again, but slower this time, savoring every stroke, making me feel every single sensation, causing my toes to curl. "Tastes so… good," he groaned, the hunger in his voice unmistakable, as if I were his drug and he needed more to get his fill. The only thing that had gone down there was my finger, nothing else. But now, his tongue was doing wonders, giving me feelings I had never felt before. I gasped, my hips bucking toward him involuntarily, craving more of him—more of his touch, his mouth, and his cock! He sucked in my pussy lips, and I thrashed back on the table, my legs shaking violently. His hands tightened around my thighs, holding me in place, asserting his control as he worked me over with his mouth. Every flick of his tongue, every subtle, gentle movement, was calculated and perfect, sending pleasure spiraling through me in waves. I had never felt this way in my entire existence. I could feel myself floating—above everything, above my worries, above Fenris’ betrayal—and I wanted to stay there forever. "You taste even better than I imagined… ugh," he growled against my skin, his breath hot and ragged, sending prickles of pleasure through my body. Goosebumps sprouted all over my skin like hot sparks. "Now, stay still… or I’ll make you regret it." The command in his voice made me tremble, tension coiling tighter in my body with every passing second. I bit my lip, trying to contain the moans threatening to escape, but it was impossible. Every touch, every lick, every stroke was pushing me closer to the edge. I couldn’t pull it back. "Fuck," I whimpered as his lips closed around my swollen clit, sucking with a heat that made my hips buck against his face. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, more wetness dripping down, but his hands kept me wide open, at his mercy. He continued his relentless assault, his tongue flicking faster, delving deeper, thrusting harder, as his hands slid up my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to his mouth, the heat becoming unbearable. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the pleasure becoming too much to hold back. My legs continued to shake, my breath coming in quick, hot gasps as I teetered on the edge of release. I was going to cum. For the first time in my entire existence. Fuck! This was the much-talked-about leg-shaking sensation. I could feel it… every bit of it. "That's it, baby girl," he murmured between strokes. He looked up at me briefly, his grey beard covered with my juices, then buried his face between my legs again. "Cum for me. I want to taste every bit of you." His words were all I needed to let go. My body exploded in a wave of pleasure that rocked through me. My hips bucked, my back arched as the orgasm crashed over me, and all I could do was cry out. He didn’t stop, nor did he slow down. His tongue coaxed every last shudder from my body as I collapsed against him, spent and breathless. I had never felt this way before… this was the best feeling I’d ever had, and if I had thought tasting this man and having him pleasure me just once was enough… well, that thought flew right out the window. I wanted to keep this up, to keep having him pleasure me. And fuck me. He was too beautiful, too hot to resist. Finally, when he was satisfied, he pulled away, his lips and face glistening with my cum, his eyes full of smug satisfaction. He swiped his hand along my length as though he was cleaning the remnants of his meal off a plate, and took it to his mouth. "Ugh… That," he said, standing to his full height and wiping his mouth and face with the back of his hand, "is just the beginning." He towered over me, pulling me up by my waist and moving swiftly to the wall, pressing me against it, his hands roaming possessively over my body as if he owned every inch of me. I wished he did. I wanted him to own me, to possess and claim me as his. "Now," he growled into my ear, his voice thick with desire, "let’s see how much more you can take. I bet your tight pussy can’t handle my cock. Or can it?" He pressed my head to the wall. "Legs apart, and hands to your toes!" His orders sent my legs pulling apart, and my hands down to my toes, my legs shaking as the cold air hit my sore pussy. My body shuddered when I felt his hand grazing over my folds, then the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. "I’m about to fuck the living hell out of your tight pussy, and there are rules..." His hand slid from my neck to the front and gripped my boobs, squeezing them harshly. "You’re not allowed to cum until I tell you to. Understand?" I nodded, then remembered his rule about speaking. "Yes… Daddy," I quivered. "I will…" He was cut off by the loud sound blaring from the speaker in the office. "Fuck! Not now." He grumbled, his eyes furrowed in dissatisfaction. He pulled back from me and rushed to pick up his pants. "I have to leave." He casually buckled his pants and picked a card from his table. "I can’t let you go without fucking you." He seized my neck, pinning me to the wall. "This is my card..." He slipped it between my lips. "It has my number and address. I want you there by the weekend." A soft smile curled up his lips before he turned away. It was the first time I’d seen him smile in the short time I’d spent with him, and God! He was so damn beautiful. His smile was the best I had ever seen. He stopped and turned back. "Don’t come if you can’t follow orders, or if you’re not ready to be fucked all day." He walked away, leaving me all alone in the office, naked and shuddering, craving more than what I’d gotten. But the card he gave me, and his words, pulled me together. I was going to find his house and give in to him. It looked like my stay at this school was going to be more exciting than I’d thought. It would be a tough ride, given that I’d been sent on a mission to kill the most powerful and ruthless alpha king, but this hot professor I’d just met would definitely spice it up. I slid back into my clothes and made my way to the hallway. I still had to sign what the man at the gate had asked me to sign, which meant I’d be coming back to his office. I would see his handsome face again... and maybe his cock. I couldn’t wait. I checked through the lecture rooms and finally found the one for my level. I knocked on the door and pushed it open gently, only to freeze when I saw the same professor on the stage. As handsome and stunning as before.Chapter Forty-five Thalina The night air was cool against my skin as I stood frozen on the sidewalk, staring at him. Professor Maverick leaned casually against the sleek black car, his signature cocky smirk tugging at his lips, though his eyes held a softness I wasn’t sure he was even aware of. What was he doing here? At this hour? "Hey, baby girl," he drawled again, his voice low and velvety, making my heart stutter in a way that was both infuriating and exhilarating. I crossed my arms, trying to appear unfazed. "What are you doing here?" He straightened and closed the distance between us with measured steps, his height and presence effortlessly commanding. Before I could process it, his hands were on my waist, pulling me close, so close that I could feel that intoxicating bulge pushing against my stomach. "I couldn’t get my mind off you," he murmured and stopped, his lips brushing my ear as his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. It wasn’t just his breath, but th
Chapter Forty-four Thalina The rest of the days dragged by, each second stretching into what felt like an eternity as the dull ache of that time of the month refused to ease. The cramps, the discomfort, the irritability—it all piled on, making me wish I could sleep through the week. But something strange happened whenever I was around him. Just a few moments in Professor Maverick’s presence, and the pain seemed to fade away, as if his very existence was a balm to my body’s rebellion. His deep, piercing gaze and that frustratingly smug smirk had a way of pulling me out of my misery. Yet the moment I stepped away from him, it all came rushing back—the ache, the exhaustion, and the endless reminder of why this was my least favorite time of the month. Still, if there was a silver lining, it was this: I wasn’t pregnant. Not that I’d expected to be, but the relief opened up all kinds of possibilities. Fun possibilities. Professor Maverick possibilities. “You’re off in your lit
Chapter Forty-three Talon Maverick The hunger to devour her lips, the thirst for the heat of her folds, the ache to bury myself between her legs—it was consuming me. I had held it all back for days, biting down on my own desires, waiting for her to come crawling back. But Thalina? She wasn’t like anyone else. She wasn’t the kind of woman who crawled. She was more than what I had imagined, more than what I thought I could handle. Thalina wasn’t like any other woman I’d known. She didn’t fall in line, didn’t break the way I expected. She had this way of looking at me, of moving, of existing that made me feel like every woman before her had been a blur. She wasn’t just different—she made me feel different. Hell, she made me feel like I hadn’t lived before her, like I hadn’t fucked a number of women into forgetting their own names. That thought alone should’ve terrified me. I should’ve wanted to walk away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I wanted to know more. I wanted to see more. An
Chapter Forty-two Talon Maverick I had been fuming for days. Thalina was driving me insane, avoiding me like I was some damn plague, acting as if what happened between us hadn’t meant anything to her. It pissed me off, more than I’d like to admit. I don’t chase women. They come to me, and I take them how I want, when I want. But this girl…this infuriating girl, had been toying with my head. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought of her—her body, her taste, the way she moaned for me, the way her tongue wraps around my cock… Fuck! She was driving me crazy. Yet she had the audacity to ignore me, acting as if she wasn’t the same one who kept asking for more. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had been patient, waiting for her to come around, but my patience had run out. I stalked through the hallways of the college, my mind set on one thing. Finding her. She wasn’t getting away this time. I found her walking into the restroom, of all places. Perfect. I followed her, shoved the d
Chapter Forty-one Thalina Hide the knife under my dress, play the perfect obedient servant to the Alpha King, wait until he’s distracted, and then stab him. Or maybe slip a sedative into his drink, wait for him to pass out, and end him while he sleeps. Simple enough, right? Wrong. I snapped my eyes open, grounding myself back in the cold reality that nothing about this would be as simple as I wanted to believe. Father always thought everything was easy—everything except me. To him, I was lazy, irresponsible, too soft to do what was needed. He was wrong. It wasn’t that I couldn’t; it was that I shouldn’t. Yet here I was, with a knife hidden beneath my dress, about to prove him right. The Alpha King. The greatest ruler of them all. The one whose voice alone sends shivers down the spines of even the bravest. The man whose legend is drenched in blood, whose reputation is carved from vengeance. He doesn’t forgive. He doesn’t forget. And if I failed? No, when I failed, becau
Chapter Forty Talon Maverick My lips still burned from the brutal scrub after that terrible mistake I made, but the ache went deeper, clawing through my chest, digging into something I didn’t know could hurt this much. All from a single sight: Thalina stepping out of a sleek, tinted car just few steps from her dorm. The memory of her words slashed through me immediately—“I have a meeting with another professor.” Was that it? Was this him? Another man? Another professor? My jaw clenched. Was she cheating on me now? No. It wasn’t like this was some real relationship, for it to even be called “cheating.” But damn it, she had more pride than that, didn’t she? Jumping to someone else, right after… Why was I even here, lingering outside her place like a fool in love? I was no man to give in to such weak emotions. Why did I care if she walked off with someone else? And why couldn’t I just step out, confront her, demand the answers to the multiple questions disturbing by peace? “
Chapter Thirty-nine Thalina Was this a dream? A twisted nightmare I could still wake up from? Or some cruel joke he thought would be funny? Because the man who just yesterday had told me I was different—the only one he’d ever wanted to kiss this badly—was right there, kissing someone else. Not just anyone. My roommate. The same man who asked me to sit on his face, who had looked at me like I was his sole obsession, was entangled with her now. How could he say all those things, make me feel so much, then betray me like this? But was it really a betrayal? Did I mean anything to him at all? My chest tightened, my heart twisting in that awful, familiar way. Just like when I’d walked in on Finn with Ember. Why did this keep happening to me? Was I not enough? Wasn’t I giving him everything he wanted? Or was it because of the contract? Because I wouldn’t sign? But no… even without signing, I’d been doing almost everything he wanted. Why did he have to do this? Tears pricked at my
Chapter Thirty-eight Talon Maverick The phone buzzed, yanking me out of the thoughts I wasn’t supposed to be having. I grabbed it off the nightstand, the screen flashing with my mother’s name. Great. Pack business, no doubt—something that could wait, in my opinion, but it never did with her. I slid a finger across the screen. “Mother.” “Talon,” she said in that tone that told me I didn’t have much of a choice in whatever she was about to say. “You need to come to the Royal castle. There’s a situation with the pack that requires your attention.” “Is it really necessary?” I fought to keep the impatience out of my voice. It wasn’t like her requests were optional, but a man could try. She was quiet for a second, maybe trying to decide how much of this I’d push back on. “Yes, Talon. It is necessary.” I pushed a hand through my hair, glancing at the door, my mind drifting back to Thalina once again. Yesterday at the mall, the way she looked at me… that damn dresses I’d bou
Chapter Thirty-seven Thalina I watched as Professor Maverick’s car disappeared down the road, the tail lights fading into the darkness. And yet, I stood there, with my pulse still racing, my body still tingling from the memory of his hands, his mouth, and the way he made me feel. The last few hours replayed like some fevered dream: his intimate hot touch at the Ford’s mall, the stolen passionate kisses by his car, the tension filling the air in the car, so thick between us it was hard to breathe. I couldn’t believe I was the girl who had just shared all that with a man who was practically a stranger, but it still felt right. He was a man who saw me, not just some wounded version of myself. My fingers tightened around the handles of the shopping bags, heavy with things he’d asked me to pick. I glanced down at them, barely able to believe it. How did I get here? How did I get to this point where I was being treated more special than I could have ever imagined. After Mom passed