She skimmed her hand over Niall’s face. His eyes were a bright yellow. At that moment, he looked fierce, like a warrior. It was a very different look from the scholarly professor she knew. “Thank you for wanting to protect me. That’s very kind of you. I have no doubt that you would destroy him, but if you did that, it would start a turf war, and I’d rather forget about it.”
“If you change your mind, let me know.”
She was surprised that he didn’t ask what kind of creature it was. Vampires had little interest in romance, and the Fae rarely strayed from their own kind.
Niall growled, deep in his chest. “Tell me one thing. Was it a dragon shifter?” he asked.
“No. It was not a dragon shifter.”
“Good, because I could not have let that go. We are sworn to protect others, especially from our own kind. I could not allow another dragon shifter to walk the earth freely, knowing he was harming others.”
She wasn’t sure how witches felt when they formed attachments. She’d never seen it up close. She might not have a mate the way a dragon shifter did, but she was really falling for Niall.
She didn’t have the nerve to kiss him first. She put her hand on his arm. “I know what I want.”
“How can you be sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Niall sighed. “Promise me that you’ll stop me if I go too far.”
“I promise.”
He took her face in his hands again. Once again, he pressed his lips to hers. This time, she didn’t freeze, but she did sigh.
“I don’t know what to do,’’ she whispered.
“I’ll show you,” he said. “There’s no rush. There’s no deadline for this.”
That much was true. She’d been a virgin for twenty-two years. She could wait a few more hours or days, or however long it took.
Niall kissed her again. He was so much taller and broader. It made her feel small and delicate and feminine. With one hand in her hair, he wrapped his other arm around her waist. His arms felt like a brand against her already heated skin.
He brushed her hair away from her face. “You’re beautiful.”
Again, heat surged to her face. He tangled his hand in her hair and pressed his mouth to hers. He let his other hand drift from her waist, down to her hip, and then on to her backside. He brushed his palm over her round bottom a few times, then cupped her backside with his large hand.
She moaned and stepped closer to his strong body. As soon as she was closer, she felt the hard line of his erection pressing against her hip. She gasped. She’d never felt a male’s cock before. Her hands came up to clutch his biceps. The muscles bunched under her grip.
She wanted more. She wanted all of him. She closed her eyes, and without speaking a word, sent a wave of want straight to his mind.
10
Niall
Niall rocked back on his heels. The blast of desire he’d just received from Nora nearly had him erupting in his pants. Having her in his arms was better than he’d ever expected.
He’d never slept with a witch before, or anyone that wasn’t human. He could hear any thought she directed at him, and with the way Nora could communicate, he wasn’t sure how long he would last.
She was so experienced in some ways, but in others, she was naive. His impulse was to strip her clothes off, but he had to remember that she was a virgin and take care not to rush her first experience with a male. He’d never paid much attention to her clothes. His eyes were always drawn to her pretty face and her fascinating mind.
Today she wore a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. He had the impression that the typical university clothing was new to her because she frequently tugged at the neckline of her shirt. Soon, it wouldn’t be bugging her because he was going to remove it.
He kissed her cheek and moved his lips over her ear and down to her neck. While his mouth was occupied, he slipped his hands under her shirt. Her skin was smooth and warm. He started off with gradual movements, rubbing his hands up and down her back. He reached the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, letting the fabric fall away from her breasts. He pulled the garment out from under her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Keeping one hand on her back, he moved his other hand to her chest and cupped her round breast.
She trembled in his arms as he skimmed his fingers over her nipple. When he pushed her shirt up, baring her breasts to him, she gasped.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pausing.
She nodded with vigor. “Don’t stop.”
If she was fine, he was not stopping. He lowered his mouth to her bare breast and closed his mouth around her nipple. She moaned and bucked against him. As she bucked, her hips pressed against his rock-hard cock. The friction nearly sent him over the edge.
Mine, his dragon insisted.
Not yet, he thought. But maybe soon.
He tugged her shirt over her head and let it join her bra on the floor. Now both of her breasts were bared to him. “You’re gorgeous,” he said, lowering his mouth to her other breast. He sucked on her nipple until it was a hard point. He gently pinched her other nipple with his fingers, relishing the sound of her desperate moans.
He wanted to see her naked—all of her. He popped open the button on her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. He helped her step out of them, letting his eyes rove over her perfect body. Now she wore only her black cotton panties. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal through her panties. She was tiny but curvy, and her legs and stomach were toned.
As he pushed her panties down, he was aware that he was still fully dressed. Once her panties joined the rest of her clothes, she was gloriously naked, just for him.
He stepped back and looked at her. “I want you so much,” he said, and she blushed again.
He pulled her into his arms again, and this time, he let his hand roam over her round bottom and around to the front of her body, right at the apex of her legs. He stroked one finger over her core, feeling her tiny shudders as he barely grazed over her clit.
She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. “Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please touch me.”
“No one’s ever touched you here?”
She shook her head. “No one. Ever.”
He moved his finger away from her clit and toward her entrance. He circled his finger around that secret place, the place where no male had ever touched. His cock throbbed. He liked the idea that no male had ever laid his hands on her. Just him. Only him.
He traced over the opening to her pussy, which was already slick with her desire. He gathered the slick and rubbed over her clit.
“Ah,” she cried out, and her knees buckled.
“Let’s get you on the bed,” he said. “Then you won’t have to stand up.”
He lifted her into his arms and laid her across his bed. Once he had her lying down, he admired the look of her dark hair and her tan skin against his white sheets. In the moments it took to get her lying down, her blush deepened. She covered her breasts with her hands and clamped her legs together.
He caressed her cheek. “Do you need to stop? Take a break?”
“No. I don’t want to stop.”
“Then let me see you.” He pulled her arms away from her chest. “I like looking at you.”
Slowly, she let her arms fall onto the bed. I want to see you, too, she said, using her telepathy instead of her words.
He smiled down at her. “We’ll get there. I’m doing everything I can to keep myself in check.” He pressed his mouth to hers briefly, licking over her lips. “I don’t want to finish too soon.”
She gave him a shy smile in return that just made his already throbbing cock pulse even more.
“Now let’s open your legs.” He put his hands on her knees and carefully pushed her legs open, revealing her sex to him.
Her pussy glistened. He reached out and began to trace his finger over her opening once again. “You’re already wet,” he said. “You’
ll be ready for me when the time comes.”
She arched her back, lifting her hips off the bed. She sent him a wave of arousal that echoed through his own body. He bowed his head and panted. When he looked at her, she gazed back at him with her eyes half-closed.
“That one-sided telepathy is lethal,” he said. He responded by pushing his finger all the way into her pussy. “You’re so tight.”
He was going to have to proceed even more carefully. He kept his finger inside her and began to brush his thumb over her clit.
“Niall!” she cried out. “I’m close.”
“Go ahead. Come for me. Let me see.”
She yelled his name again, and her pussy walls began to contract as wave after wave crashed over her. He sat next to her, enraptured at the sight of his lover coming for him. Her dark eyes shone. Her skin glistened. Her chest heaved with her orgasm as her snug pussy still hugged his finger.
He lay down next to her and kissed her mouth. “I need to be inside you,” he said. He wasn’t going to last much longer.
11
Nora
Nora sighed as the waves of her climax receded. She had just let a male touch her for the first time. Niall, her gorgeous dragon shifter, made her come. She’d never felt anything like it before. It was like every cell in her body sang, lighting up with electric energy. She’d never felt so connected to another person before, and she never wanted it to end.
Now she lay on her back, looking up at him. She could hardly believe it. She was completely naked. Her legs were spread wide, and Niall’s finger was still inside her while he lay next to her. She wanted more. She wanted him to take his clothes off. She wanted to see his hot body naked too. And she wanted more than just his fingers inside her. She wanted his cock.
“I’m ready,” she said.
He nodded. “We have to stretch you out some more.”
She tugged at his shirt. “Will you take your clothes off?”
“Yes.” He stood up and pulled his shirt off. Underneath, he revealed a sculpted chest and defined abs.
She grinned. “None of your students would believe how sexy you are under all those professor clothes.”
He shook his head. “I doubt they care.”
She scoffed. “You have your head in the sand, Professor Byrne, if you believe that. They all want you. Hundreds of them.”
“I don’t want to think of my students in that way.”
Was he really that oblivious? Probably so. He didn’t seem to be aware of his own raw sex appeal. She curved her lips into a smile. “I was your student.”
“And we’ve already discussed that.” He smirked at her and pushed his pants down, revealing strong, muscular thighs and a very large cock.
She felt her eyes widen. “You’re really big.”
He dug in the bedside draw for a moment and then lay down next to her. “We’ll make it work. And if it hurts, we’ll stop.”
She nodded. “I’m ready.”
He kissed her again. Every time his warm lips met hers, sparks flew through her body. Some went straight to the space between her legs.
“I’m going to add a second finger,” he said.
He pressed his second finger in, and it stretched her skin. The fit was a little tight and a little uncomfortable. She shifted her hips, trying to adjust.
“Does that hurt?” he asked. He circled his thumb over her clit, which again lit up every part in her body.
“Not too much. Don’t stop.”
He continued to press his fingers in, but this time, he moved his mouth over her breast, licking and sucking at her nipples.
“Oh!” The twin sensations of his mouth on her nipple and his hand on her clit nearly sent her into orbit. Her mind buzzed, unable to focus. She only knew how much she wanted Niall to make her his.
She pulled on his arms, grabbing his hard biceps. “Now.”
“Soon,” he said.
He bent his fingers, hitting the spot inside her that sent yet another firebolt through her body. “Please,” she yelled. “Now.”
He pulled his fingers away and rolled a condom on. Then he climbed on top of her, covering her small body with his much larger one. He pushed his hard cock into her body, and it did hurt, but not too much.
“Do not stop.” She clutched at his back and wrapped her legs around his waist.
He went slowly, pushing into her inch by inch until, finally, she was speared on his big cock. When Niall entered her body, she gasped. The feeling of his body joined to hers was heaven. She couldn’t get enough. She buried her face in his neck. Tears of happiness formed in her eyes. She had no words.
Then he pulled back and began to thrust. He went slowly, but he kept up a steady rhythm, moving in and out of her willing body.
“You feel so good,” he said to her.
He pushed his hand in between them and pinched her clit again while he thrust. With little warning, Nora came again. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in rolling waves. Niall tipped his head down, giving her a rough kiss on the mouth. He groaned, and his own body began to spasm, as his cock pulsed, sending his release into her body. He held her close, cradling her in his arms as his own climax went on and on.
She was no longer a virgin. For the first time in her life, she was truly happy.
Then, the very next day, all that happiness fell apart.
Niall drove her to the university as usual. She sat in his class as usual too. To an outside observer, he looked the same, but to her, he was her lover. He was the male who’d taken her virginity and made love to her.
The only difference was that she could feel the ghost of his touch all over her skin. She had to keep shifting in her seat. She tried to pay attention, but she’d flash back to the feel of his rock-hard cock sliding into her body, or the feel of his lips on her breast, or the scent of his woodsy shampoo as she pressed her face into his neck.
She wondered how soon he’d want to do it again.
She wandered out of his class and down the hallway. Her next class was Irish Literature. Usually, she wanted to sit up front, but today, she found a seat near the back. Maybe it wouldn’t be so obvious if she started daydreaming.
As the professor asked them to take out their copy of Ulysses, Nora felt an odd sensation. It wasn’t completely unfamiliar, but she never expected it to happen in Ireland. She gripped her book and looked up, her eyes darting around the classroom.
It was the feeling a werewolf created. It was not just any werewolf—the alpha. He was here, in Galway, her home.
She couldn’t get up and leave. She had to wait and think. Niall was just across the campus, but he wasn’t her mate. He wasn’t even her boyfriend. She couldn’t go running to him. She hadn’t even told him about the werewolves.
The class was large. While the professor lectured, she looked around the room. Oh, no. There he was—the alpha. He was in her Irish Lit class. He’d just walked in and sat down. There was no ID required to get into the class. There were no assigned seats. He even had a copy of the novel on his desk.
Her heart pounded faster than it ever had. She’d let her guard down. She’d led him back to her homeland.
Should she warn Niall? Should she leave? Lure the alpha away? Go with him back to Russia?
No, not that. Anything but that.
She thought back to what she’d heard. She didn’t think a werewolf could injure a dragon shifter. They didn’t have the ability to use spells, at least not enough to harm a dragon. She wasn’t willing to risk Niall’s life, but she also wasn’t willing to become the alpha’s mate.
She sat through the rest of the class, clutching her book in her hands. She never even got her laptop out of her backpack, and she didn’t absorb a single word the professor said. As soon as the class ended, the alpha stood up. He turned directly toward her and smiled his most menacing smile. He showed off his row of straight, white teeth. She knew just how sharp they were. Without her magic, those sharp teeth would rip her apart.
Once he’d gi
ven her his look, he filed out with the rest of the class. She was going to have to go home and start preparing a few spells to protect herself from him. She refused to be caught unaware.
Her dorm room still belonged to her, so she skipped out on the rest of her classes and went to her room. Niall would be worried if he realized she wasn’t attending classes. Maybe she could send him a message.
“I’m not feeling well. I am resting in my dorm room.”
Immediately her phone chimed with a text.
“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll come by and pick you up when I’m finished for the day.”
He was always so thoughtful. She sat in meditation, contemplating how best to guard against the alpha. Hours later, a knock sounded on her door. She jumped, caught off guard. She pulled herself out of her trance. It was Niall.
As soon as she opened the door, he pushed his way into her room. “Are you all right?” He framed her face with his hands. “I was worried.”
Her cheeks heated under his scrutiny. “I’m okay. I just didn’t feel well during Irish Lit.”
He put his hand against her forehead. “You do feel flushed. Do witches get sick?”
“Not often, but we can.”
He pulled her close. “Dragon shifters don’t get sick. Not unless we’re poisoned or unless there’s a curse or a spell on us. But I’ve had plenty of human students and friends who describe it.” He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “Do you feel like riding in the car? We can go home, and I’ll make you some soup.”
Home. He’d called his cottage home.
And to her, even in such a short time, it was home.
He’d offered to make her soup. She wished soup could fix this. She let him guide her to the car. She made them both unnoticeable to anyone who might be watching, so they’d look like any other young couple, not a professor and his student.
He kept his arm snugly around her waist as he walked her to the car. Once they were on the road, he took her hand in his.
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