Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
This is where the human lore about werewolves comes from. The idea that we turn into monsters who can’t stop ourselves from killing is partly true. It’s just that we don’t kill humans. We hunt game. We stalk the opposite sex.
This is exactly why I tried to suppress my wolf side. I can’t be this out of control.
But I should be glad, I guess. If that male truly is my fated mate and is already bound to another female, it would provide me with an even stronger reason to get the hell out of Arizona as soon as this substitute teaching contract is up.
And it would mean he wouldn’t stop me or follow when I fled.
I shift to human form when I reach the school's back door. The deep, rich scent of that male still clings to my skin. He smelled of leather and spice.
Standing here naked in human form brings everything back even more cutely. My nipples tighten. Moisture leaks between my legs. Shifting to wolf form brought on my rapid healing abilities, but I still feel the tingling of his spanking and the twinge of the soreness between my legs. I still hear the echo of his rough growl in my ears.
Fate, that male.
Who was he?
No, I don’t want to know.
My pelvic floor squeezes between my legs, remembering how he used me.
Did he seem angry with me? He certainly wasn’t pleased.
Perhaps because his life won’t accommodate finding a fated mate like mine.
His annoyance didn’t stop him from being careful, though. Going slow until I was ready to take his oversized cock.
I loved how rough he was. That alpha dominance I never thought I would enjoy took me to a level of nirvana I’ve never found before—with or without a partner.
And honestly, before tonight, the best sex I’ve had was without a partner. Just me and my battery-operated boyfriend. But then again, I’ve only had sex with humans, so maybe that’s why.
Tonight, I learned what sex can be. An altered dimension. Alchemy. A place to spar, ignite, and become something completely changed, completely new.
I reach for the door handle and tug.
Oh. Shit.
“No.” I smack my palm against the locked door to the school. Even though I know it’s locked, I jiggle the door, putting all my strength into it.
Did I actually lock my keys inside my classroom? And my clothes… Oh, fuck.
This couldn’t be worse. They’re strewn through the hallway of the high school where I teach. A high school full of shifters who will know by scent who they belong to! This is…calamitous.
I’m going to lose my job the week after I started. I don’t know what got into me. I’ve never been so overcome by a full moon in my life. I lost all reason.
I turn in a circle, considering my options.
Basically, I don’t have any. I can stay here naked and risk being seen by a human–or worse, one of my alpha-hole students—or I can shift and go home.
Fate, if any of those horn-dog ballers who sit in the back of my classroom and ignore me all period saw me right now, I’d forever be the dirty joke of the school. I already know they entertain all kinds of pornographic fantasies about me. Being a young female teacher to a bunch of teen wolves has its hazards.
I suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
It’s okay. I can manage this. I’ll just have to be the first one in the school tomorrow morning. So long as I get here at the same time as the janitor, everything will be fine. Unless the janitor is a horn dog, too.
Fuck. He probably is.
Lotta
I toss and turn all night, feverish with hormones I haven’t felt since I transitioned. I wake in the throes of an orgasm, my fingers between my legs, my sex dripping. I’m arching up off the sheets, my inner thighs shaking where they clamp around my wrist. I don’t remember what the dream was. I only know that I still hear the echoes of that male’s deep growl in my ears.
I still feel the tremble in every cell in reaction to his voice.
I’m dying to catch his scent again–that leather and spice and manly aroma that hit me like a heady drug.
I sag back on the pillows, trying to catch my breath. Then I look at the clock on my bedside table.
Fuck!
I leap out of bed and bolt for my closet. There’s no time for a shower—good thing I took one last night. I’m late. So late.
Did I hit snooze in my sleep?
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
How can I be late on the morning when I was supposed to arrive early?
Seriously, what is happening to me? I never oversleep.
Of course, I also never have fever dreams about male wolves making me come out in the wild.
I yank on a T-shirt and skirt without checking to see if they go together. I shove my feet in a pair of flip-flops. Who cares if they are against the district dress code? No flip-flops is a dumb rule, anyway, right along with the sexist rule that girls cannot show bra straps.