My Werewolf Professor 2: Belonging to Alessandro Moretti: Billionaire New Adult BBW College Shifter Romance

by Tee, Marian

  The words continued to echo like a taunt in Alessandro Moretti’s mind even after he was already home.

  Fucking Lyccan Council, he thought grimly as he reached for a fresh strip of gauze. All they wanted were peace talks and mediations, like that would really stop those stupid pups from talking shit about his family.

  A knock sounded on the door then, and Alessandro said immediately, “Come in.” He didn’t need to ask who it was, the scent tingeing the air letting him know who it was without turning around.

  Domenico Moretti walked in. Taller than the twins, Alessandro and Alejandro, by a few inches, he was also more powerfully built, as befitting the heir apparent to the Moretti clan. He also used to be considered the strongest and most respected member of their race, someone whose mere glance would have Lyccans quivering in fear.

  But that was then.

  Now, Domenico Moretti was a mere shell of who he once was. Now, he was a laughingstock, someone almost the entire race loved to ridicule because of the way he had allowed love to make a fool out of him.

  Seeing Alessandro seated on one of the bar stools, applying a special salve to his wounds, Domenico came to a stop. Since most wounds, even those considered mortally fatal by humans, would have healed in mere seconds for Lyccans like them, Domenico knew there were only a few reasons to explain why there were still red gashes on his brother’s chest.

  “How bad is the poison?” Domenico asked, his face and tone equally impassive.

  “Nothing strong,” Alessandro answered dismissively as he finished applying the salve and started bandaging his lower chest. “It’s just what I’d expect from cowards like them.” His lip curled as his spoke, his disgust evident as he recalled the way the pups had ganged up on him, thinking they’d win because they had the numbers on their side.

  Idiots. Goddamn idiots, thinking that they could beat him just like that.

  “As they were obviously cowards…” Domenico’s mildly spoken words drew Alessandro’s attention back to him. “There shouldn’t have been any point in beating them up, don’t you think?” His older brother paused. “And all eight of them, too?”

  Another shrug. “You and I both know they deserved it.”

  “Well, both of us also know it wasn’t truly you they were trying to offend.”

  Teeth gnashing at the way Domenico was still able to stay calm after everything, Alessandro threw away the used gauze into the waste bin as he asked violently, “What the fuck do you want me to do then? Do nothing even if I hear them call you a fucking dog? Or maybe you want me to do it Alejandro’s way and get revenge by fucking their girlfriends?”

  “Not quite.” Domenico’s voice remained even despite the fury displayed by his younger brother. “But yes, I would appreciate it if you do find a woman to regularly fuck.”

  Alessandro’s head shot up.

  Domenico’s gaze remained inscrutable.

  His jaw dropped. So he hadn’t been wrong then. That odd note in his brother’s voice wasn’t something he had imagined, making him demand incredulously, “Are you threatening me?”

  Domenico was unsurprised by the way Alessandro chose to interpret his words. For a moment, he debated with himself, knowing the risk he was taking. Once he gave Alessandro his word, there wouldn’t be any way he could take it back.

  It was a huge risk, but if there was something he had learned since his wife had disappeared, it was how much power love could wield over a person.

  Making his decision, Domenico looked at his brother. “I’m not threatening you. Rather, I’m offering you a deal.”

  “A deal?” Alessandro fought to keep his wariness in check. Making deals up front wasn’t something Domenico was known for. His oldest brother tended to be a manipulative bastard, one who liked to pull everyone’s strings without anyone knowing it, not even the person whose limbs were under his control.

  Domenico clasped his hands behind his back. “Yes. A deal. I want you to find a woman you can fuck regularly – just one woman, be able to fuck her every day for thirty days, and upon finding that woman, if you still want to kill everyone who throws insults at us, I give you my word. You will not have to defend me again.”

  Only a moment of silence followed before his younger brother said disbelievingly, “You’re serious? You just want me to fuck someone for thirty days straight—”

  “One woman,” Domenico emphasized.

  “And that’s it?” Alessandro’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ll go back to being normal if I do that?”

  “I have given you my word, haven’t I?”

  Alessandro slowly shook his head. “What the hell is this about, Domenico?”

  The fact that you have to ask only means I have done the right thing, Domenico thought.

  “My reasons for it are immaterial.” Domenico started for the door, saying over his shoulder, “Just let me know when you’ve found her and we’ll start counting the days.”

  PRESENT TIME

  Don’t smile, don’t smile, DON’T SMILE…

  But those maddeningly perfect lips still curved, and Kassia Summers’ heart sank as all the girls in her class released an audible sigh. She didn’t blame them for swooning over the smile. It was perfect. However, she did blame the professor.

  Wasn’t he supposed to be hers?

  “That is exactly the answer I’m looking for, Ms. Creswell,” Alessandro Moretti said with an approving nod.

  “Thank you, Professor. So glad to help.”

  Kassia’s teeth gnashed as she watched Natalie Creswell take a seat and made a show of crossing her legs. Kassia didn’t have to be in front to know that those crossing legs were sure to have revealed more than a flash of the girl’s underwear. The thought had her sneaking a look at the professor, but he had already turned to face the screen and pressed a button on the remote to show a new slide to the class.

  “Everyone, consider this next set of conjugations.” He faced the class again, and for a moment the professor’s eyes met Kassia’s.

  Her breath caught.

  His handsome face was still unreadable, but even so, she couldn’t help hoping that he would give her a sign. Any sign would do, she just needed to know that he felt the same way she did—

  Natalie raised her hand. “I have a question, Professor.”

  The professor immediately looked the other girl’s way, and the connection – imagined or not – between him and Kassia was broken.

  He was so unfair.

  The thought made Kassia want to slump over her desk. How could the professor act so normally? How could his mind not be filled with thoughts of her? How could he look at her and not think of what they had done – how could he look and not want more, the way she did?

  Even now, her mind was crowded with memories, all of them vivid, hot, and forbidden. Even now, without closing her eyes, she could easily remember the professor lowering his head before taking her nipple inside his mouth. Even now, she could remember the tantalizing contrast of his hardness against her softness. Even now, she could remember the sounds of her pants, his groans—

  “—are you still with us, Ms. Summers?”

  Holy crap.

  Her head snapped up, and Kassia’s cheeks burst with fire when she found herself subject to everyone’s mostly smirking gazes.

  The professor was speaking to her again. She watched his lips move, but she couldn’t hear a thing. Her mind was a complete blank save for one thought.

  Last night, those beautiful lips of his had been on her. Last night, that mouth of his had been on her neck, on her breasts—

  “Ms. Summers?”

  Kassia mentally shook herself out of her reverie when she belatedly realized that the professor and the entire class was waiting for her to answer.

  Clearing her throat, she mumbled, “Could you repeat the question?”

  The entire class laughed, but the professor only sighed. “Never mind, Ms. Summers.” He nodded towards another student. “Melissa, do you know the answer?”

>   Melissa simpered, and the rest of the class switched its attention to her. It spared Kassia from further embarrassment, but not from misery. She had never been boy crazy, so why was she acting like she couldn’t live without the professor’s absolute attention now?

  The school bell rang, and Kassia felt it couldn’t have come at a better time. She hurriedly pushed her textbook back inside her bag, intent on getting away as quickly as she could. But the moment she stood up, she heard the professor call her name.

  “Ms. Summers?”

  She stilled.

  “I need you to stay behind so we can discuss your grades before midterms.”

  ****

  Alessandro Moretti watched his student fidget on her feet, a multitude of expressions crossing her face. Anxiety, resentment, fear…so much emotion, but all of it amounting to one thing she was too young and inexperienced to realize.

  He waited until he heard the last footsteps die down, making sure there was no one else near enough to interrupt them. Afterwards, he glanced at Kassia and said simply, “Come here.”

  The way she hesitated made his lips tighten, not out of displeasure but more to prevent her from knowing how her fiery spirit only made him want her more. Even so, Alessandro hardened his voice as he repeated, “Come here.”

  This time, there was no mistaking the authority in his voice, and this time she didn’t resist.

  Her walk was pure sensual grace, made sexier by the fact that Alessandro knew nothing about it was contrived. It was a pleasure to watch her, and he savored it, knowing that every inch of her body had only known his touch.

  His.

  Everything about Kassia Summers was his.

  He didn’t know why that mattered to him so much, but it did.

  She stopped in front of his desk, and he shook his head. “Closer, Ms. Summers.”

  Her brown eyes widened, her fear of being caught made evident by the way she gnawed on her lip. “What if someone sees us?”

  Ah, that voice of hers. He was sure she would make millions if she tried dubbing for adult films. Not that he planned to tell her that, of course. Kassia was his, after all.

  Seeing that she was still worried, he said gently, “I own this school.” He didn’t say anything else, knowing that she was smart enough to understand the absolute assurance behind his words.

  And so she was, with Kassia moving again, closer and closer, and every inch that disappeared between them had his cock hardening. By the time she stepped between his legs, his cock was fully erect, and his fists were clenched against his sides.

  He watched her watch him, his arousal burning more fiercely at the way she visibly fought her attraction to him.

  Silly little chick, Alessandro thought. They already had a taste of each other. There was no going back from there, no way to stop their passion from turning into a sexual conflagration every time they were alone.

  “So…” Kassia looked at him with her mouth set in a defiant angle. “What do you want to speak to me about?”

  She was clearly sulking, but instead of being irritated by it, Alessandro only found himself wanting her even more. “You sound furious,” he commented lightly. “Have I done anything to offend you?”

  Her lips pursed, and the sight had Alessandro torn between laughing and forcing her lips to part with a kiss.

  “Well?”

  She shook her head, muttering, “It’s nothing.”

  He lifted a brow. “Are you sure?” He looked at her, knowing that the lack of expression on his face would get to her. She was so delightfully easy to read like that.

  Anytime now, he thought. Three, two—

  “It’s your fault,” Kassia burst out.

  The possessive thread in her voice was beautiful to hear, but the misery in her gaze slayed him. He softened against his better wishes, and instead of disciplining her, as he had meant to do, he found himself wanting to comfort her instead.

  He reached for her, using just the smallest fraction of his Lyccan power as he yanked Kassia to him. She gasped as she stumbled onto him, and he immediately caught her lips in a kiss.

  She gasped again, her lips parting, and he promptly slid his tongue inside her mouth. This time, he didn’t bother to be sweet or gentle. He kissed her with possession in mind, kissed her to remind Kassia whose property she was. It took only another second before she surrendered to him, her tongue mating with his, her hands clutching his shoulders to keep her balance.

  When he pulled away, the dreamy look on her face and her kiss-swollen lips filled Alessandro with the most intense form of satisfaction. It was almost frightening – if he felt this good about kissing her now, how much more possessive would he be once he had claimed her body?

  Kassia chose that moment to try pulling away, and his attention went back to her. She was sulking again, the pouting shape of her lips unmistakable. “Enlighten me,” he said coaxingly. “What do you think is my fault?”

  “You were smiling!” She paused right after, her cheeks flushing. It was as if she, too, realized the absurdity of her words.

  “Smiling?” He was more amused than puzzled, but he did his best not to show it.

  She pointed accusingly at his mouth. “Like that!”

  His lips curved more widely.

  Kassia released a gasp of outrage. “Exactly that!” She glared at him. “You’re not supposed to be smiling at any girl like that. You’re not supposed to be flirting with anyone—”

  He cut her off, asking, “Whom am I supposed to flirt with then?”

  Her eyes narrowed, as if she wasn’t quite sure his words posed a trick question.

  Alessandro returned her suspicious gaze with a lift of his eyebrow.

  She said finally, “Me.” The next words came out in a mumble that was both determined and embarrassed. “You’re only supposed to be flirting with me.”

  And if it had been any girl who said that, he would have dumped her on the spot.

  But it wasn’t any other girl.

  It was Kassia, and for some reason, he saw her as different from everyone else.

  Her lips were pursed again, and her gaze was a mix of resentment and misery. This time, he traced her lips to soften it, murmuring, “Stop sulking.”

  “I’m not sulking.”

  “You are.” He kissed the corner of her lip, and as she gasped at the unexpected contact, he whispered, “You’re sulking because you’re jealous...” Pulling away, he looked into her eyes and said simply, “But you don’t have any reason to be.”

  It was the most assurance he had given any woman, but his young jealous chick refused to believe him. “I don’t like it when you flirt.” A tone that was both mulish and hurt, and because it was so, the wolf and man in him made Alessandro want to eat her up.

  “I wasn’t flirting.” His voice was mild, but his touch was bold, his fingers stroking the slender column of her throat.

  As he started drawing an invisible line on her body, his fingers moving past her throat and towards the valley between her heaving breasts, he heard her say, “Well, she was flirting with you.” Her tone was a little breathless now, but still with a thread of hurt and jealousy that he found so damn irresistible.

  “I can’t even think of who you’re talking about.” It was the truth, and Alessandro privately thought it was proof of her sheer inexperience that she could even think he was interested in any other woman but her.

  “How can you not?” A frown lined her forehead at his words, and he was tempted to kiss it away even though he knew he was undoubtedly the cause of it.

  He said patiently, “But I don’t—”

  “Natalie Creswell!”

  “Ah.”

  “That’s all you’re going to say?” she cried out.

  He tightened his hold on her when she tried to pull away. “Be still,” he commanded.

  She did so, but the fiery glint in her eyes told him she wasn’t happy about it.

  Ah, fuck.

  Her defiance would be the death
of him, the way it had his cock ruling his mind. Right now, all he could think of was fucking her, but of course he couldn’t, and it wasn’t just because it wasn’t the right time or place.

  She wasn’t ready yet, and until she was, his honor forbade him from doing anything.

  “Forget about that twit.”

  Her eyes widened, as if she couldn’t believe he had used the word to describe the other girl.

  It almost made Alessandro shake his head. Foolish little chick. Did she really think he could be so easily swayed by a girl opening her legs for him? Thousands had done more to seduce him, and he had never been tempted by any of them.

  “Forget about all the other girls,” he continued. “I don’t and will never find them desirable.” He looked straight into her eyes. “You’re the only one I want to fuck.”

  She gasped, her lips parting in silent surprise. A moment later, and her shock turned into delirious joy.

  Silly little chick, he thought. She was so damnably easy to distract, and it was a quality he strangely found endearing.

  Kassia was gazing at him dreamily now. “You really mean it?”

  He said right away, “Of course, darling.” He stroked her cheek. “And I will fuck you. Hard. Harder than you’ve ever dreamt of me fucking you.” Her heartbeat started to race at his words, his acute hearing picking up on it. “I’ll fuck you in every way you want me to and more. I’ll fuck you the entire night and the day after that.” She was wetting her lip now, her eyes cloudy with arousal, and goddammit, but it made him want to laugh and fuck her at the same time.

  “By the time we end, you won’t be able to think of anything but my cock.”

  “Your cock,” she echoed dreamily, her body swaying towards him now. “Your twelve-inch cock.”

  Alessandro almost smiled. “Yes,” he purred at her. “All twelve inches would be yours…”

  Her body swayed closer to his.