Hot For Teacher Dramione Novels & Stories

What did she plan on doing to him? When they had locked eyes, Damon's whole life flashed before him, images of his sister Narelle burning down the pack's kitchen on a dare, the whipping he had been subjected to when he took the blame for her, keeping her sexuality a secret from their parents, the late-night shenanigans with his closest friends, even the kiss he stole from the pretty teacher in 10th grade, Karistus saw it all, and she burned through his memories, seeking the motives behind every decision he'd ever made in his life.

with their mates! He holds my hand again “We are mates for sure Hermione, I can feel it in my bones.” I snatch my hand angrily from his “Do. Not. Touch. Me. Principal Eldor. You and I arent mates, if we were I would know. I feel absolutely nothing for you. No attraction no sparks, no butterfly, no warmth. Nothing at all Principal Eldor!” I say, picking my bag up and making my way to the stairs. I come to a halt on seeing grandmother and Ketura stand before me, like villains.

Humming her favorite song, unstoppable by Sia -she was definitely unstoppable, no one was going to take any of them and she would see to that- she bumped into Draco Milton. "Sorry" she muttered and tried to go when he pulled her back. "You look good," he replied, smacking his lips seductively. That kind of reminded her of her boyfriends and she smiled. "I know you like me. Noticed it since you resumed. Should I give you my number?" He licked his lower lips and bit it seductively, making Kyra wet. If he was trying to make her feel bad for her sideways corset, he didn't show it. Nor did his tone show any hint of mockery.

The male lead took Phedra Elizabeth's hand and placed it on his forehead. “I'm sure you're fine. Because I see you love to rub your forehead making it hot. Good. Help me. I can't do it all." Phedra Elizabeth kissed Duncan Hiddleston on the forehead. Duncan Hiddleston cheered, jumping up. "Okay. I do it now.” Duncan Hiddleston took the snake to a corner. Peel it off. During the measurement, Phedra Elizabeth attempted to create fire by hitting each other with rocks at a high speed.

His arms tightened around me as he said, “I’m sorry.” I patted his cheek, accepting his apology. For a heartbeat, the room held nothing but the sound of our breaths. And then, just like that, mischief flickered in his eyes, wicked and boyish. “You know,” he said with a smirk. “You look insanely hot when you’re mad at me. Can we do a hot teacher and student role-play? I’ll even bark if you want me to.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re so unserious—Dylan, wait!”

The music cut off and the DJ cut in, "Boys and girls, the first slut of the night is taking the stage. And she's no amateur. She's Paradise Kiss's own naughty teacher, Ms. July!" The students turned and stared at me as one of my favorite songs to strip to thundered through the air. Van Halen's Hot for Teacher. My hips swayed as the students rushed to the stage. Well, the boys did in their handsome tuxes, their youthful faces lighting up. "Ms. August!" "That's fucking Ms. August!" "I had her for social studies last semester!" "God, we're going to see her huge tits live! I've spanked to those milkers so many times!"

I started taking extra suppressants on bad days but they were running low and I knew I would need to sneak off campus soon to buy more. I overheard things too. In the locker room, in the halls, during team meals. Draco had been asking around quietly about the night of the first game. He described fucking someone in the locker room, a sweet-smelling omega, tight and desperate. He called her “that girl” and said he needed to find her again because it was the best he had ever had. The idiot had no idea it was me. He had no idea the person he was searching for was the same roommate he barely tolerated.

The heat of his touch was searing, shocking through the thin silk of my dress. "Enough," Draco growled. The sound was deep, vibrating against my back as he effortlessly hoisted me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. The world tilted violently... the room, the brothers, the opulent lighting all spinning into a blur. "Draco!" Daemon laughed, though there was a frantic edge of surprise in his tone. "Don't be such a miserable bastard. She was just getting to the fun part." "I am finished with the pleasantries," Draco bit out, his voice a low, terrifying rasp that sent a jolt of genuine fear... and something far more complicated, straight to my core.

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”

“You’re darn hot. You’re sexy. You’re rich as fuck!” I roll my eyes in frustration. She’s listing all the wrong things. Hermione could get any rich guy she wants with all that beauty and brains. Her eyes alone could cook and bewitch any man. Just like they did to me. My gaze shifts back to Hermione as she keeps talking through the presentation slides. Diana’s voice fades into the background. She looks… happy. Like this is her favorite thing. And that smile on her face always steals my soul away. You’ve fucking stolen my soul, Hermione. And no other woman, no other fucking woman, will ever have it except you.