Semua Bab Sex With The Ruthless Alpha Professor : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Rose's POV Seraphina’s crimson robes snapped behind her like a banner as she turned, but she didn’t get three steps before I spoke. “Running already?” The words came out quiet. That was what made them land. She stopped. So did the whispers. The library seemed to hold its breath around us—the towering shelves, the dust-lit air, the old wards humming faintly in the stone. Even the betas stiffened. Seraphina turned back slowly, emerald eyes narrowing with the kind of fury that liked to wear a smile. I let mine sharpen. “If you’re going to threaten my sister,” I said, each word precise, scholar-cool, “at least do me the courtesy of being interesting.” One of the betas made a small, scandalized sound. Seraphina lifted a hand slightly, silencing her without looking away from me. “You think this is a game,” she murmured. “No,” I said. “I think *you* do.” I took one step forward. Then another. Not enough to crowd her. Enough to prove I wouldn’t yield the ground between us. Th

Rose's POV The door was already locked—Jason’s hand had snapped the bolt the second the last student vanished—but he still growled the confirmation against my throat, teeth grazing the twin crescents he’d put there months ago. The bond blazed like molten gold between us, his wolf so close to the surface I could feel fur brushing the inside of my ribs, a phantom brush of silver that made my skin pr- He rips her panties with a savage tug, the fabric tearing like paper, exposing her slick folds glistening in the slanted sunlight. His breath was scorching, carrying that wild storm-and-pine scent that always undid me, now thickened by the heavy musk of his rutting alpha hunger. The lecture hall still echoed with the ghosts of those jealous whispers—Miss Taryn’s giggle, the beta’s sour envy—but every inhale I took was already rewriting the air with us.“Lock’s done,” he rasped, voice gravel-rough and dripping with command. One big hand slid down my spine, claws teasing the fabric of my bl

Rose's POV “You can and you will,” he soothed, his voice a low, rumbling promise that sent fresh shivers racing down my spine. He kissed my tear-streaked cheeks with surprising tenderness, his lips soft and warm against the salty tracks, before claiming my mouth in a slow, filthy kiss that tasted of salt, the faint copper tang of blood from my bitten lip, and the raw, primal essence of our sex. His tongue fucked my mouth in perfect time with the subtle, grinding rolls of his hips, each movement dragging his knotted cock against my oversensitive walls, keeping the pressure on that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. “One more, love,” he murmured against my lips, breath hot and ragged. “Give me one more while I’m still locked inside you. Let the bond feel how perfectly you take your alpha. Let it feel how you were made for this—for me, for my knot, for every drop I pump into you.”His words unraveled me completely. I shattered again, the orgasm rolling throug

Rose’s POVHis tongue was merciless from the first slow, deliberate drag—broad, hot, and impossibly rough like velvet dragged over raw nerves—flattening against my swollen, puffy folds to lap up the thick, creamy mixture of his cum and my slick in one long, possessive stroke that made my entire body seize. The- Expand the oral and final scenes with vivid tastes, scents, and bond sensations, adding explicit dirty talk to heighten the erotic tension. taste of us must have been pure sin on his tongue: salty, musky, sweet with my omega honey and heavy with the thick ropes he’d pumped into me three times already. I jolted hard, hips jerking upward involuntarily as fresh overstimulation cracked through me like lightning striking wet ground. My thighs trembled violently around his head, muscles twitching with the maddening push-pull of *too much, never enough, please don’t stop*. The cool stone of the desk beneath my back felt like ice against my fevered skin, a stark contrast that only hei

Rose's POV Heat flooded my cheeks—and my core. I obeyed, perching on the cool wood of the stool, thighs parted just enough that the cool air kissed my still-sensitive, puffy folds. A fresh trickle of his cum slipped out immediately, sliding warm and thick down my inner thigh. I couldn’t suppress the shiver or the little whimper that escaped. Jason’s gaze locked on it like a predator sighting prey. “Fuck, Rose,” he rasped, voice rough as gravel while he seasoned the steaks with salt, pepper, and herbs. His hands worked efficiently, but his eyes kept flicking back to me. “You’re still leaking me like a good little knot-drunk omega. Look at that pretty pussy—swollen, red, dripping my cum right onto the stool. Keep those legs spread wider, love. Let me see it all while I cook.” Every time I shifted, another bead escaped, glistening on my skin under the warm kitchen light. He poured me a generous glass of wine, brought it over, and instead of handing it to me, held it to my lips him