All Chapters of Craving My Alpha Professor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emberlyn: I heaved out a moan as my back hit the bed, my mask slightly shifting from my face as he pressed his body closer, his aura choking the air, sending chills straight to my vagina as I stared hard at him.He leaned over, his woody cologne filling my nose as I tried hard to stifle yet another moan.I found him mysterious, like a puzzle I really needed in my life.“What are you thinking about with that dirty mind of yours” his voice deepened as he peppered kisses around my neck, his wandering hands moving around my body in a needy yet polite way, like he was asking for access— access that I granted without a second thought.He took the mask off my face, and I let him.I lifted my legs moving them slowly in between his thighs feeling his growing cock become harder by the second.There was no way this was going into my body without tearing me up.“You like what you feel, Raven” he growled, grinding his thighs on the entrance of my vagina. I couldn’t control the moan that escaped m

Emberlyn:When Prof. Sullivan said he’d take me home, he meant his home.The elevator opened to a private foyer. The floors were neatly polished in white marble and the quiet subtle smell of vanilla filled my nose as we walked. The living room was expansive and at the same time cozy. Plush creamed sofa, layered in silk and cashmere throwsA grand Piano sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows. How was a college professor able to afford such an expensive house?He’d held my fear-filled self softly as we walked deeper into the house. My fist turned cold when I recalled the incident. “Why have you brought me here?” My gaze fell on him and I took in his features. Beautiful grey eyes void of emotion. He looked empty..“Because I am incapable of leaving you on your own, Emberlyn.” The incident replayed in my head one more time. A gun was pointed at my head, the funky smell from the man. The way he called my name like he knew everything about me and suddenly my eyes were tearing up and I broke

Emberlyn:"You cannot just keep doing that." The words came out of my mouth before I could even think about what I was saying.I was still lying on my back sinking into the mattress. My shirt was riding up my thighs."Every time I try to talk to you, you pick me up and carry me away or send me somewhere else. That is not talking, Jaxon. That is Dictatorship."Jaxon did not say anything.He was already walking towards the bed. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge before I could say no."Jaxon, ""You can talk when you are clean." He pulled me up. I hit his arm but he did not let go."I do not want to take a shower. I want to talk." I put my feet on the floor. I tried to make myself heavy but it did not work.He picked me up like I was nothing. Carried me to the bathroom with my legs hanging down and my arms crossed like a kid who didn’t want to go to bed."You are so annoying, " I said quietly."Mm." He put me down in the bathroom. I felt shy because I was not wearing much and

Emberlyn:The room was nothing like the one before it. The former room had smelled like antiseptic and shared, stale air and the specific kind of noise that came from too many sick people in too small a space, that noise that came from numerous monitor machine beeping at the same time and one or two occasional continuous when someone flatline.That also came with wailing and chaos in the desperate attempts to call a nurse or a doctor to save them. With the amount of time I had spent in this hospital, I had grown to recognize and dread the moment hoping it was never going to be me turn to experience it.But this new room smelled like fresh linen. The curtains were cream and actually blocked the light instead of giving the illusion of a curtain. There was a chair that wasn't a folding plastic cheap chair that was more uncomfortable than actually comfortable and a window with a view that wasn't a wall.How does a college professor afford to get a random girl access to a VIP room in Man

Alpha Jaxon: She'd been gone four hours and I could still smell her, not her perfume or soap but Her. I could still smell her wetness and still feel her tongue on my dick. There was this particular warmth that clung to everything she'd been close to, like the chair across my desk, the air in my office and the place on my shirt collar where her hand had gripped when she was trying not to make a sound. I'd sat through two more meetings after Harris left, meetings that I was barely present in as my entire thought was taken by her. I also signed three documents I barely read, and poured a drink I didn't finish. The scent faded by degrees, slow enough that I noticed every single stage of it going. That was new. That had never happened before. My mind kept playing the scene back in my head, how her hands stroked my length and how her tongue played with the cap of my dick and that feeling of me releasing my essence into her wet mouth. I sat at my home office desk at half past eleven with