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He’s going to lock up the building.
I should leave. Now!
I don’t think—I just jump to hide behind a thick pillar and watch as the guard half-heartedly scans the hallway with his flashlight before nervously locking up the building and walking away.
I’m not leaving Professor Kane. I don’t care what she said. I know what I signed up for, and I want to make sure she knows so this night isn’t my only night with her.
It can’t be the last time I see her…or touch her…or kiss her…
As the security guard grows small in the distance, I step out from my hiding spot, only to be hit with hot air on my neck and the sound of heavy breathing behind me.
Slowly, I turn towards the noise and heat, only to find myself in the shadow of a werewolf.
Over six feet tall and standing on her hind legs, she has the ears, fangs, claws, and tail of a wolf, the muzzle and sharply angled face too, but her body is curved, standing upright like a human woman, naked except for thick, golden blonde fur covering her skin. Small strips of tan and brown tweed are stuck to her claws, a length of chain locked around her wrist, broken links hanging off.
“Professor Kane?” I ask. “I was coming back for you. I already knew…”
“You need to run,” she growls. “Now.”
chapter six
LUCY
Professor Kane towers over me, her fur shining golden, even in the dim light, and her dark red eyes sparkling like two rubies lit from within. Her bare breasts are covered in a dusting of fur that spreads down to her belly, lost in the shadowy crease of her thighs. Her fluffy tail slaps the floor with impatience, limned in moonlight with each lift before dropping into darkness behind her.
“Run, Lucy!” She steps towards me, and I stumble back.
My name is a sultry, guttural roll that sends a shiver down my spine and straight to my cunt, reminding me just how close I’d been to coming.
“N…no…” I struggle to form words, too distracted by the terrifying and magnificent beast in front of me. She is something that could only be properly captured in oil paint, because no photo would do her golden blonde fur justice.
“You should’ve already left by now,” she growls and takes another long stride towards me. She’s pissed.
My pussy aches at her frustration. I didn’t follow her instructions. “The…um…doors are locked.”
I’m in big trouble—big, glorious, punishable trouble.My ass warms at the memory of the impact of her lacquered stick.
“I can’t leave you tonight, not unless you want me to break the glass and send security running back,” I answer meekly.
“Are you smiling?” She barks out the question, her sharp fangs exposed.
My lips twitch, and I realize I am. I bite hard on my bottom lip, but I can’t help myself.
“You did this on purpose?” she asks, her voice getting louder and her eyes glowing brighter. “You wanted to be trapped here—with me?”
“Yes. I…I…didn’t think that far ahead. I just knew I wanted to be with you,” I answer honestly.
“You do that often, don’t you, Lucy? Not thinking before bouncing headlong into action.” Disapproval scrunches her muzzle, and her tail picks up speed in irritation.
I inhale a shaky breath. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I wasn’t thinking… I can’t think around you.”
“Fine. Then I’ll think for you. Run and hide.” She wants to yell at me, I can hear it in her restrained growl. “I can hold myself back long enough for you to lock yourself inside a room. Better yet, lock yourself inside a closet inside a locked classroom?—”
“We weren’t done,” I sputter out. “We can’t be.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” She drops to all fours, her human attributes all but completely obscured as she slowly stalks towards me. I freeze, nervous and horny in equal measure. I was so close to orgasming only minutes ago that with each ripple of muscle beneath her werewolf fur, I imagine all that power being used to get me off.
“Uhh…umm…” I still, hands at my sides, back straight as she circles me, seeming to inspect me.
