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My body hums with anticipation, and I don’t know where to look—the floor, her hands, the stick, her face. Cool moonlight hits the strong, straight bridge of her nose and curves over the surprisingly sweet cupid’s bow of her lips. The silver light glitters on the sharp points of her teeth. She is stunning in a way I can only hope to one day be a good enough artist to capture.
I stare at her, and a small moan escapes my lips.
“I can’t… Lucy, just face the wall,” she barks.
I spin to face the corner, my posture straight and my hands at my sides, just how she likes me.
Does she like me?I can’t tell, and that just turns me on more.
“You’re lying, Lucy. You did not come for advice. Now, why are you here?” she asks, first gently, and then, when I hesitate to answer, she sharply adds, “Speak!”
“I’m here for you, Professor,” I blurt out. “I’m here because I want you, however you want me. Inevery wayyou might want me.”
chapter four
PROFESSOR KANE
My nails have shifted and pushed themselves into claws. Pale, downy fur grows thicker on my arms and legs. My vest and shirt buttons are pulled to near popping as my breasts swell and my chest broadens. Lucy hasn’t seemed to notice the changes yet, but I have chains in my suitcase. I don’t want to have to use them.
Lucy just had to sit in that little desk, full, soft skin spilling over the edges, her wetness shining on her thighs and the scent of her desire so strong, I had to growl to keep from biting her.
Now, she just stands there in the corner, back to me, exactly like I asked her to, so still and perfect. Her ridiculously tiny fucking skirt tormenting me with the curve of plump ass that peeks out beneath it and, then, she had to saythat?—
I’m here because I want you, however you want me.
She said it so clearly, so self-assured. She never managed such certainty in my class. But, facing the wall and following my commands, she is brave, and her words are direct.
In every way you might want me.
I want to sink my teeth into her neck and make her come on my claws.
“What am I supposed to do with you?” I ask her, earnestly needing an answer, because the moon is calling me, and the wolfinside is clawing at my flesh. But I work here, and she only just graduated; she is a human, and I am not. She seems so perfectly plucked from my fantasies, I don’t dare believe her statements could be sincere.
“I told you. Whatever you want.” Lucy is breathing heavier, the wild musk of her even stronger.
She makes her desire so clear, it makes my clit ache, and I have to roll the pointer stick back and forth across my desk just to give my claws something to do to avoid reaching for her.
“How do you want me?” Her voice gains even more strength and mouth-watering desperation. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
I swallow a groan, the stick snapping in my claw, the pointed half flying off the desk. It clatters to the floor and rolls until it hits the heel of Lucy’s boot.
I should get my chains.
No, I just need space; the air between us is too thick and hot. I can’t calm the wolf. I feel it moving inside me, and I stumble back to sit on the steps, the first row of desks on either side of me as I sit in shadow.
“Professor?” Lucy asks, back still to me.
“Pick up the pointer stick.” The wolf moves my mouth, pushing out the demand along with my lengthening fangs.
Lucy turns on her heels, drops to her knees, and reaches out a pale hand to grab the stick. Her hand is marked with a few white scars, no doubt from her art practice. I always imagined, with how much excitement she brought to my class in an area of study she was not focused on, that she must be an exuberant and fearless thing to behold in her element. In all my snooping, I never allowed myself to search out her artwork; that level of intimacy seemed dangerous.
My pulse beats firmly beneath my breast as Lucy’s long, soft fingers wrap around the lacquered wood.
“Do you want it?” She stays kneeling, thighs spread, pussy folds shining beneath the sheer fabric of her panties, not remotelycovered by the belt she called a skirt. “Should I bring it to you, Professor?”
Her gray-blue eyes narrow, a little smirk fixed on her plump, glossy lips. She’s challenging me and, unknowingly, the werewolf that's so determined to rip its way out of me.
Hold it. It’s too early. Make it to the cabin. Do I need to get the chains?
