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

by Tee, Marian

  The sound escaped Kassia's human hearing, but to his sisters, it was loud, furious, and beyond frightening. They jumped out of their seats in unison, knowing that escape was their only option now.

  "Oh, look at the time," Esme said airily. "I think it's time to watch our, umm, favorite show. Shall we go, girls?"

  "Yes, definitely," Estrella said firmly even as she pulled their baby sister with her in a protective fashion. Alessandro was still bristling, his disapproval of them palpable.

  As the sisters hurried out and the doors closed behind them, Emilia asked worriedly, “Do you think he’s going to ground me?”

  “Not now, but maybe later.” Esme pretended to think. “He might be planning to bite your head off after his guest leaves."

  Emilia snorted. "That girl's not going anywhere tonight."

  Estrella was confused. "How come you're so sure?"

  She shook her head at her older sister's obtuseness. "You really didn't notice? Alessandro was so totally smitten it's almost funny—"

  A horrible sound remarkably like fangs grinding in anger reached them from the dining room, and all three girls stumbled.

  CRAP. Emilia felt like peeing in terror. She had forgotten that Alessandro could hear her perfectly since he was not human like his guest.

  "Kill me before Alessandro does," she begged her older sisters. "Please!”

  ****

  "Umm, Professor?"

  "Yes?"

  "You’re glaring at the door."

  Alessandro hadn't even realized he was doing it until Kassia pointed it out. Telling himself he would have to murder his baby sister later, he looked back at Kassia with a grimace. "I'm sorry, Kassia." He thought of a way to explain Emilia's behavior in a way that would make sense to a human and was unable to conceive of any. Finally, he said, "My sisters usually have better manners."

  A pause, and then she asked in a small voice, "Do I really smell that bad?"

  “Of course not.” Sternly suppressing his urge to smile, he said gently, "On the contrary, you smell good enough to eat."

  The words thrilled Kassia simply because the professor wasn't the type to dish out compliments so easily. Even so, her doubts weren't completely vanquished, and she said haltingly, "But your sister said—"

  "My sister's high on something," he finished. "Ignore her."

  As the professor spoke, the other set of doors in the dining room opened and a pair of attendants walked in, one of them pushing a trolley ahead of him.

  Kassia was dumbfounded when one of the attendants came to her and, picking up the artfully folded napkin from the table, whipped it out with flourish before laying it on her lap. She waited for the attendants to finish serving them soup. Once they had left the room, she asked, "Do you guys always eat like this?"

  "Generally, yes." Alessandro raised a brow. "You don't like the soup?"

  "Oh, I like it," she assured him hastily, never mind if she didn't really understand what the attendant had said earlier about the soup. All she could remember was that it was French and it had sounded good.

  When the professor reached for his spoon, she did so as well, gingerly taking a sip. It was surprisingly flavorful, in a good way, and Kassia happily dug in.

  Alessandro savored the pleasure of watching Kassia eat. She had the most wondrously innate sense of grace, making her every movement appear elegant. He watched her lips part and he wondered how wide her mouth would open. Would his entire cock fit—

  The spoon paused mid-air. "You're staring, Professor."

  Wanting to see how she would react, he said silkily, "I'm just wondering if you could open your mouth wide enough to take my cock."

  Kassia's hold on the spoon loosened, and the tiny amount of soup on the spoon ended up splattered on her face.

  Alessandro laughed.

  Kassia gasped, the professor's amusement enabling her to quickly add one and one to make an embarrassing two. "You just said that to shock me, didn't you?"

  "I did," Alessandro confirmed unashamedly, his lips still curved in an amused grin.

  Before she could react, the professor reached for his napkin and began wiping her face dry.

  And the shocks kept on coming, Kassia thought dazedly, the professor's unexpected action rendering her immobile in her seat.

  "There," the professor said huskily as he laid his napkin on the table. "All clean now, I think." His eyes narrowed. "Or not. I think I must have missed a spot..."

  "Y-you did?" she asked faintly.

  "Yes," he answered seriously. "Over here..." But instead of pointing, the professor leaned forward and licked the corner of her lip.

  Kassia died. She really did. The professor could not have done that. He just couldn’t—

  And then she was hearing the professor murmur gravely, “I think I must have missed another spot.”

  The professor leaned forward once more, and his tongue licked the same spot.

  Kassia died a second time. Not wanting to be resurrected, she said dazedly, “Maybe a third time. Just to be, umm, really sure?”

  The professor’s eyes gleamed, but his tone remained concerned as he said, “I understand.” And the professor's tongue touched her skin for the third time, and the heat of that one tiny contact was enough to make her entire body shudder.

  The professor was licking her. Licking. LICKING!

  Her eyes drifted closed. “Perhaps,” she whispered, “it’s not clean enough.”

  And in answer, the professor said very pleasantly, “You wish.”

  Her eyes flew open.

  The professor had leaned back against his seat, his elegantly handsome face perfectly bland. She might have been tempted to believe that she had imagined the whole thing if not for the wicked amusement gleaming in the professor’s gaze.

  She glared.

  His laughter rang out. Leaning forward, he traced her lips, murmuring, “Not until you pass, Ms. Summers. Do that, and I’ll lick you all over.”

  ****

  It took almost an entire hour for Kassia and the professor to finish dinner. It was the most delicious meal she had ever had in her life, but it was also the longest, with eight courses served for the two of them. How did rich people ever get something done when they spent so much time just eating?

  The question only served to heighten the differences between her and the professor, and in the end, Kassia determinedly shoved all thoughts of their dissimilarities to the back of her mind. If she allowed herself to think about it, the distance between them would only feel more painful.

  Ahead of her, the professor was opening the first door from the third floor landing. “We’ll be studying here,” the professor murmured.

  Alessandro waited for Kassia to reach his side before explaining briefly, “It’s my private study, but it also comes with its own bed.” He gestured for her to precede him before closing the door.

  Kassia found herself intimidated once again. The professor’s private study was about the same size as her grandparents’ home back in Missouri. Elegant touches that screamed money surrounded her, with all the furniture made of exotic Brazilian mahogany while the sofa bed and cushion in the opposite corner were crafted with an innovative mix of steel, leather, and glass.

  All in all, an attractively masculine room, and stepping inside it was like having a taste of the professor’s world.

  “Do you like it?” he asked.

  She nodded. “It’s like being inside you.”

  “That’s good, I suppose.” His smile turned wicked. “I can promise you that I’ll be the one inside you once you pass the exams.”

  Kassia’s entire body went up in flames while her knees threatened to give out. “Professor!” One moment, he was the perfect gentleman, and then the next moment he was all seduction and innuendo. She just didn’t know what to expect from him, and she had a sneaky feeling it was exactly how the professor wanted it.

  Suppressing the urge to smile at the way Kassia was glowering at him, he walked towards the door n
ext to the windows. Opening it, he said, “This is the en-suite bathroom. You can take a shower and change in here. When you’re done, we’ll get to studying.”

  Bathroom. Shower. Kassia’s fantasies spun out of control with those two words alone. Wasn’t this like one of her dreams, she wondered faintly. Hadn’t she dreamt of having a bath with the professor…like she could…now?

  In front of her, the professor stiffened.

  Alessandro was breathing hard. The air in the room had changed, turning tense and hot, tinged by the scent of Kassia’s innocent hunger. What the fuck had he said that would suddenly arouse her like she was now?

  Telling himself he would stay in control, Alessandro slowly turned to face Kassia—

  Her eyes were wide and cloudy with desire while her lips were parted and seemingly poised to release a moan. Like him, she was breathing hard, causing her succulently abundant breasts to swell over the neckline of her dress.

  FUCK.

  That was what he wanted to do.

  Fuck her. Hard. Until they both passed out.

  He heard himself say, “I think I’ve changed my mind.”

  She swallowed, stammering, “Y-you did?”

  “I’ve thought of a better place to study.”

  ****

  I take it back, Kassia thought. The professor’s home was nothing like the CIA’s headquarters. Rather, it was more like a treasure trove of surprises, and the greatest surprise of it was hidden in its basement.

  In front of her was a very authentic-looking onsen, which came with a bamboo walkway, giant rocks that doubled as seats and, finally, an indoor pool patterned after Japan’s famous hot springs, complete with steamy mists rising from its crystal-clear surface.

  Shaking her head in mute awe, she whispered, “I can’t believe you have your own hot spring bath, Professor.”

  And I can’t believe I still have enough control not to fuck you, Alessandro thought. Sexual need had him coiled like a spring, his cock fully engorged under the small white towel slung low around his hips.

  Beside him, Kassia was similarly attired, a white towel wrapped around her beautifully rounded body. It exposed a delightful hint of her cleavage as well as put the entire length of her shapely legs on display.

  Kassia caught sight of the professor staring at her, and she swallowed. “Professor…” The exquisite beauty of her surroundings lost its impact as she found herself slowly drowning in the heat flaring in the professor’s gaze. Was this really happening, she asked herself dizzily. It was like stumbling down Alice’s rabbit hole, but this time Wonderland only offered the most decadent pleasures.

  His forest green eyes holding hers captive, he offered her his hand. “Come.”

  Sensual yearning swelled inside Kassia at the huskily voiced command. Shakily placing her hand in the professor’s, she allowed him to lead her towards the bath. He descended first to guide her down the wide stone steps in the pool’s shallow end.

  Although the water was just the right side of hot, Kassia was unable to stop herself from shivering anew as she and the professor moved together, their sides occasionally brushing. She couldn’t stop thinking of the fact that they were both naked under their towels.

  The professor slowed down when they reached the pool’s man-made falls, its water cascading down artfully arranged boulders. He took a seat first, and Kassia realized then that the boulders had been carved in the shape of lounge seats.

  “Sit here, Kassia.” The professor patted the space between his legs.

  Inhaling nervously, she slowly followed the professor’s order, fitting herself between his legs. The professor immediately pulled her back so she could rest against his chest, and a second later his arm went around her, right below her breasts.

  Oh.

  It was so hard to breathe all of a sudden.

  The professor whispered in her ear, “Shall we start?”

  Oh.

  Now, it was just as hard to think as well.

  She felt the professor’s arm move, and a second later, his hand had taken hold of the loose knot that kept her towel in place. “May I take this off first?”

  The professor spoke in a perfectly polite tone, like he was discussing something as mundane as the weather, but even so, her senses went in a riot over its sound.

  “Umm…” She gulped. “Y-you first.”

  It was an unexpected reply, but Alessandro found his lips twitching at her boldness. “As you wish,” he said gravely.

  Kassia blinked, and it was that fast. The professor’s towel hung on the boulder next to them and he was suddenly naked behind her.

  Naked and very, very aroused, if the way his cock felt against the curve of her bottom was anything to go by. Her fingers curled and uncurled, and she unconsciously ended up digging her fingers into the professor’s thighs as her whole world focused on the sensation of his cock throbbing powerfully against her body.

  Oh God, that was the professor’s cock.

  The professor’s twelve-inch cock.

  Somebody stop her from dying before she had a taste, a feel, of that cock.

  The sound of Kassia catching her breath was erotic, and the feel of her nails painfully digging into his flesh only added to the sensual torture. “Kassia,” Alessandro released her name in a harsh groan.

  “Professor.” His title came out in a helpless whimper, anticipation rendering her incapable of thinking about anything but his cock. Cock, cock, cock, oh God, his cock, his cock—

  “My turn,” the professor said abruptly, and before she realized what he meant, he had already ripped the towel off her body before tossing it aside.

  Kassia gasped.

  Naked. They were both naked now. Her mind threatened to spin out of control at the realization. What to do? What to feel? What to say? The professor felt so hard behind her, and his cock even harder. Her body was hot all over, and when she looked down, she realized her body was flushed all over, too, either from heat or embarrassment or maybe both, she wasn’t sure.

  The professor’s hands were moving, and she could only hold her breath and watch with dazed eyes as his large strong hands slowly cupped her breasts.

  Ooooooooh.

  She fell back against the professor, and she moaned out loud when his wonderful hands started kneading and teasing her flesh.

  “Now, we can start.” The professor’s voice came out in a low, seductive purr, and Kassia moaned again.

  The professor started teaching her, his voice beautifully clear as he concisely summarized the most important concepts in Classical Humanities. A part of her wondered how he could remember all this when it wasn’t a subject he was teaching, but the rest of her didn’t care. 99% of her was focused on the way his hands were fondling her breasts and making her ache for more.

  The professor suddenly took his hands away, and Kassia moaned in protest. “Professor!”

  “A punishment.” The professor licked the outer curve of her ear. “For not listening.” And he promptly nipped her ear right after.

  Oooooooh. Kassia writhed in agonized pleasure.

  Behind her, Alessandro gritted his teeth, doing his best to control the urge to slide his cock inside her sex as Kassia continued to wriggle her bottom against his erection. Goddammit, her pussy was so damn close. Just one push, and he could be in…

  Reining himself in with an effort, the professor clamped his hands around her waist and pushed her down on the boulder they were seated on. “Be still,” he hissed.

  When she stopped moving, he said curtly, “This is how it will work. I’ll teach you, you’ll listen. I’ll ask a question, and you’ll answer. If you answer correctly…” One hand left her waist, the other staying its course, making sure she kept still. With his free hand, he brushed his fingers on the side of her breast—

  Kassia moaned, her head falling back. “Professor…”

  His teeth gnashed as his cock throbbed and protested against his self-imposed restraints.

  He started drawing circles a
round her breast. “If you answer correctly,” he whispered to her ear, “then I’ll reward you like this.” His fingers drew closer, the circles tightening around her nipple until his fingers finally closed around the rosy bud.

  He pinched it.

  Kassia gasped, her body jerking against him at the sweet, stinging pleasure. And then she gasped again and again as the professor kept pinching and twisting.

  “Answer correctly,” Alessandro promised, “and it will be my mouth soon after.”

  She whimpered in protest as his fingers slowly left her nipple.

  “Ready, Kassia?”

  She could only nod. At this point, she was willing to do anything, absolutely anything, just to have him touching her like that again.

  And so it began.

  The professor taught, and she listened. The professor asked, and she answered. And with each correct response, the professor rewarded her. His hand squeezing her breast, his mouth on her nipple, his tongue licking the distended tip and then with every correct answer, his tongue would move faster until he started to suck.

  If only Classical Humanities could be taught this way every day.

  “Now, we move to Psychology,” the professor said hoarsely.

  She wanted to cry. “Can’t we study that tomorrow, Professor, please?” She didn’t care that she was begging. She was just aching so badly now, she didn’t think she could last another minute without going insane. She had to come now. She really had to.

  “Kassia…” The plea in her voice was irresistible, but Alessandro strove to stay in control.

  The warning note in his voice made Kassia twist around to face him. “Please, Professor…”

  Goddammit, when she looked at him like that...

  His control snapped, and without a word, he surrendered to her plea. Sinking his hands in her hair, he pulled her towards him, crushing her mouth under his. She kissed him back eagerly, her unashamedly wanton response making him groan against her mouth.

  “God, Kassia…” He kissed her harder, his hands frantically moving around her body before cupping her bottom. Squeezing both cheeks hard, he lifted her up so she could straddle him.