Sex With The Ruthless Alpha Professor
Raven Academy claws three primal laws into every shifter's soul:
1. Never deceive an Alpha.
2. Never hunger for an Alpha.
3. Never let Jason Voss inhale your desperate scent.
I demolished them all in a fevered rush.
One forged assignment, hidden in shadows.
His silver gaze pierced through, summoning me to his den.
"Exile yourself," he snarled, voice like velvet-wrapped steel, his alpha presence coiling around me, thick with dominance.
I collapsed to my knees, pulse thundering, body betraying me with heat. "I'll do anything," I whispered, voice raw, eyes locked on his sculpted form—the godlike alpha every wolf in the academy craved, their fantasies paling against his brutal reality.
He didn't smile. He claimed.
Now, nights devour me in his sealed lair.
His forbidden pupil, spread open for lessons in sin.
He unravels me with calloused hands mapping my skin, tongue tracing veins, cock demanding surrender.
First lesson: my shattered moans as he pins me to the desk, thrusting mercilessly, his knot swelling to lock us in ecstasy's vise, flooding me until I drip with his essence.
Second: the burn of his fangs sinking into my neck mid-fuck, his hips grinding deeper, growling "Mine" like a curse that brands my wolf's core.
Third: orgasms ripping through me untouched, his fist twisting my hair, breath hot as he hisses, "My thieving slut, begging for every inch."
He etches ownership in flesh:
Purple blooms from his grip.
Claiming scars pulsing with heat.
His release slick between my thighs during sunlit classes, a secret torment that has me aching for more.
The pack still worships untouchable Jason Voss from afar, drooling over his lethal beauty.
Blind to his mate.
Me.
Broken.
Addicted.
Praying this dark bliss never ends.
Salvation? I'd claw it apart for one more bite.