Panther's Pet

Malcolm The university was a maze of corridors, rooms, and secrets. I wasn’t sure what I would discover here on campus. I was hoping he would tell me. "I'll ask you again. Where is she?" I growled through gritted teeth. Holding someone hostage wasn't on my list of things to do today, but here I was in a secret nook of the university because I had followed a man I had come to know as Professor Belford. A man I suspected had the key to these secrets Rockrimmon had under lock and key. On Halloween night, one of his students went missing. Strangely, everyone here had gone about their lives as if she never existed, which raised a lot of red flags in my book. I was going to get to the bottom of this, even if it was the last thing I did because even the police weren't in a hurry to find this girl. You didn't need to be Joe Kenda to know something was amiss here. So, my other problem, unfortunately, would have to wait. Maybe. I was still trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together. "I tol

Malcolm Well, that was the most bizarre student-teacher encounter I'd ever had. Was she new? Because there was no way I could forget a face as welcoming and warm as hers. And her scent. I smelled it long before we collided, and some of it still lingered in the air. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the remainder of it into my nose. It was delicate, sweet, and powdery with a hint of a herbal substance. Oh, it's lavender. A sense of calm traveled through my tense shoulders, and only then did I realize Miss Summers was still standing there, looking at me with amused eyes. "You alright there, Professor Wright?" "Yeah, I am okay, considering." I waved my arms, drawing attention to the spilled coffee. One of the janitors handed me a towel and a clean t-shirt. I loved how attentive the staff was here. Never had to worry about going shirtless. "Thank you." He nodded and went about mopping up the coffee on the floor. "How about your friend? Is she going to be okay?" Miss Summers waved a dismissive

Catalina "Eden is about to hook you up." Giddy as the day was long, she opened the door to an upscale boutique downtown called Blush. I soon learned why walking amongst the endless racks-- the price tags were something to blush about. "Eden, are you sure this is okay with your parents?" Why would anyone spend this much on clothes? She snorted. "As much as they spend daily, they won't even notice the small dent to their credit card." "Small dent? I looked at her as if she had grown an alien head. "This dress alone is 3,000 dollars! What do your parents even do for a living any way?" "My momma comes from old southern money, and my daddy is a surgeon." "Oh, that explains it. But do we need an outfit from here? There are plenty of other less expensive shops around." "We do if we want to fit into the right crowd. Isn't that what you want?" Oh, yes, that bullshit goal of mine. "So we are selling our soul to the fashion devil. I think I am catching on." "Fast learner, good girl. N

CatalinaAfter searching a few stores for a dress, we found one that matched a pair of heels Eden already had in her closet, which has become my second favorite place. The girl had style. I barely made it past the threshold of the frat house before my phone vibrated.Douchebag: What are you up to?Me: NothingWe strolled in, trying our best to act casual, and grabbed an hors d' oeuvre from a tray passing by. Talk about fancy. "What is this?" I held it up while inspecting it.Eden giggled. "Mini zucchini and goat cheese tarts." She shoved the tiny morsel into her mouth. I did the same, and surprisingly the taste of lemon, thyme, and Parmesan danced in harmony over my buds. "That is delicious." I glanced down at my phone, absentmindedly wiping the remnants of cheese onto my dress. Douchebag: Liar.Me: Seriously, you're texting me to start shit? Get a life, bro. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Boo!""Ahhh!" Eden and I jumped an inch off the ground. "What are you doing here?" I

"Fuuuuck!" My office was trashed. What's a broken lamp? I chucked it against the wall, which shattered into a million pieces. That wasn't supposed to happen. My student wasn't supposed to see me shift or naked. No one was supposed to know my secret. My thoughts were zooming through my head so fast I couldn't keep track of them. And what made things worse was I was backed into a corner, forced to make a deal with her. Yes, I was glad to be rid of Amelia, but the last thing I needed was the girl who caused a fluttering in my chest and my cock to throb around me more than she already was. Bad idea. How will I keep my Panther under control now? My transitions were happening more erratically without my amulet. And the moment my panther got a whiff of her urine, it yearned to make things official, claim her as my mate with a bite that would leave her scarred for life. So, with all my might, I resisted, went to war fighting my way back before my Panther made the ultimate mistake. I could