Knocked Up by His Werewolf Dom [Lone Wolf Pack 2] (7 page)

"Good morning, Mr. Orwell," he greeted Jessie with that combination of kindness and stern politeness that had always characterized him. "Would it be possible to steal you away for a minute? I need a word."

"Of course," Jessie replied. It was always possible, and necessary to spare time for the principal. They didn't know each other that well, since Valentine had only taken over the school when his father had suffered an unexpected heart attack, but Jessie respected the other man. "What can I help you with?"

Valentine stepped into the classroom—something that had always amused Jessie about the young principal. Instead of summoning people to his office, he came to them. "As you know, the school has always taken great pride in caring for the best interests of our students," he said. "One of our most solid stand points was the guidance councilor department. Your friend, Mr. Gavin Price, has been an invaluable resource for us."

Jessie frowned, unsure as to where the principal could be taking this. "Indeed," he replied. "I'm told that he should be returning to work in a few weeks, a month at most."

"And in the meantime, you've agreed to take over his duties, and you've been doing very well." He shot Jessie a knowing look. "But it's too much effort for one person, and we can't expect you to continue carrying this burden alone. So I've made some arrangements and we'll be receiving a new guidance councilor today."

Jessie went rigid. He had to agree that doing both jobs tired him, but Gavin loved his job. Bringing in another person would just imbalance the kids who already had a shaky faith in their teachers.

"I'm not sure that's—"

The principal cut him off before he could finish the phrase. "He's already arrived, and I was hoping you could show him around. Of course, keep in mind that once Mr. Price returns, his job will be waiting for him. This is only temporary."

That was, at least, a relief. Although Jessie still didn't like having a newcomer here butting into his business—and, all things considered, it was the last thing he needed —he would play nice with the substitute.

"I see," he replied. "Well, of course I will be happy to help in any way that I can." He looked at his watch checking how much time he had before his next class. Fifteen minutes, give or take. The substitute might work as a good distraction from his memory of Andreas, because Jesus, his lustful instincts were getting worse. "Well, my schedule is open for the next fifteen minutes," he told the principal, more than ever thankful for the low cut of his suit jacket. "It's not that much, but after that, I have another class."

As if on cue, another man entered the classroom and said, "That should be fine. Thank you so much for your generous offer."

Jessie froze, staring past the principal's shoulder in disbelief. This couldn't be. He'd somehow fallen into a particularly vivid dream, no, into a nightmare. Andreas couldn't be standing a few feet away from him, dressed up in an elegant suit, a knowing smirk on the full lips Jessie remembered so well from last night.

If Valentine noticed the tension, he made no comment on it. "Mr. Orwell, this is Andreas Brandt. Mr. Brandt, this is Jessie Orwell, our excellent English teacher and temporary guidance councilor."

Andreas stepped forward and offered his hand to Jessie. "It's a pleasure. I've heard so much about you."

On auto-pilot, Jessie took Andreas's extended palm. As their skin touched, electricity rushed over Jessie, canceling out any possibility of this being a dream. Impossibly, his dick hardened further, throbbing furiously in his pants and practically begging to be touched.

He bit the inside of his cheek in a quest for control and finally managed to reply, "Welcome. I will do my best to help you during your stay here."

The exchange seemed to satisfy the principal, who smiled and clapped his hands together. "Excellent. I will leave you to it. Mr. Orwell, Mr. Brandt, have a good day."

As the principal left, Jessie closed the door behind him. His hands on his hips, he turned toward Andreas with a furious huff. "What in the world are you doing here? How could you follow me at work? I—"

Moving faster than the eye could see, Andreas crossed the space between them and crushed their lips together. Jessie opened his mouth, intending to protest, but his attempt only served to give Andreas the chance to thrust his tongue into Jessie's wet cavern. And as the Dom devoured Jessie with an intensely punishing kiss, Jessie couldn't remember how to pull away. He melted against Andreas, surrendering to the unavoidable, wanting nothing more but for the kiss to go on forever.

Alas, no such thing happened, and much sooner than Jessie would have liked, Andreas pulled away. "That was for saying you regretted last night, and I'm still not done with you," the other man told him fiercely. "As for the rest, I was going to tell you about it, but you didn't give me the chance."

Jessie had to admit the other man had a point. Then again, Andreas's kiss had turned his brain into mush, so he might have admitted to anything.

Shaking himself, Jessie struggled for focus. "How could I possibly trust you when you yourself admitted your intentions were to stab me in the back?

Andreas sighed. "It's far more complicated than that, and I can't explain it here. Just play along, all right?"

Jessie frowned. Andreas's vagueness bothered him a great deal, and he didn't even understand what he was supposed to be playing along with. The fact that they supposedly didn't know each other and Andreas was only the unwanted fill-in for Gavin's position? Probably.

"All right, Mr. Brandt," he said. "Would you like me to show you to the guidance councilor's office?"

Andreas nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Orwell. That would be perfect."

Jessie gathered his papers and put them all in his briefcase. He led Andreas out of his classroom, blabbing about the history of the high school, how Valentine's father had set it up as an elite institution where children would be safe from the bullying in regular schools. He explained the role of the guidance councilor, with Andreas making the occasional sound of appreciation or approval.

Jessie didn't really think the other man was listening, and that guess was practically confirmed when they finally reached the guidance councilor's office. As the door closed behind them, a strong hand grabbed Jessie's wrist. Before he could even try to protest, Jessie found himself pinned to the wall, Andreas's larger bulk blocking his escape.

"Moon be blessed, I love your voice," the other man whispered in his ear. "I want to hear you scream my name, like you did last night."

Jessie wanted to free himself, he did. He planned to tell Andreas to get off him immediately. Sadly, the only thing that came from his lips was a nauseatingly imploring whimper, "Please."

He would have really been ashamed of himself if Andreas hadn't proceeded to fulfill Jessie's request. The Dom fused their mouths once again, all the while exploring every inch of his body he could reach. He even managed to pull Jessie's shirt from his pants, sliding his hands underneath the material to caress Jessie's over-sensitized skin.

It felt so right, so hot, so perfect, just like Jessie remembered it. Before long, he was grinding against Andreas, their cocks nudging each other through the material of their suit pants.

It was only when Andreas's frantic hands began to work on Jessie's belt that Jessie remembered where he was. With great difficulty, he pushed the other man away. "We can't do this here," he breathed out, his dick throbbing in protest even as he said the words. "It's a school. It's not appropriate."

As much as the thought excited him and the danger of possible capture aroused him, he reminded himself of his responsibilities as an educator. He couldn't just throw all that to the wind because he wanted to be fucked by an admittedly devastatingly handsome Dom.

Andreas took a deep breath and straightened his back. Just like that, he seemed the consummate professional once more. "You're perfectly right," he said. "My apologies. I was out of line."

He brushed his fingers over Jessie's lips, a gesture that still seemed impossibly intimate even if they'd been making out not a few minutes ago. "Later?" he asked.

Jessie nodded. "That sounds great," he replied, his voice so choked and low he almost didn't recognize it himself.

Andreas's nostrils flared and he took a couple of steps back, his hands clenched into fists. His eyes were glowing, Jessie noticed, just like they had been last night. No doubt about it, Andreas wanted him, and if Jessie stayed here for much longer, he'd end up jeopardizing his job and his professional integrity for a fuck with a Dom who wasn't even human.

And so, Jessie turned on his heel and fled the room.

 Shit, he still hadn't gotten any answers out of Andreas, and they hadn't been able to clarify the situation in any way, but he'd already agreed to another meeting, during which he would probably get fucked again—both literally and figuratively. Not to mention all the mixed signals he was sending. Last night, he'd refused to listen, and now, he'd practically posted a 'fuck me' sign on his forehead.

Jessie couldn't even understand himself anymore. He was drawn to Andreas like a moth to the flame, and even if he'd gotten badly burnt before, his attraction to Andreas was such that not even his past could put a damper on it.

It was probably a good thing that the bell rang, reminding him of his next class. He rushed back to his classroom, hoping against all hope that hammering the details of Macbeth into young minds would keep his own brain off a certain hot Dom-cum-guidance councilor.

After that, the day passed with excruciating slowness. A lot of kids made comments on the new—and exceedingly hot—guidance councilor. Jessie noted with some pleasure that many of them still eagerly awaited Gavin's return, while others asked him to advise them until Gavin returned. Flattered by their trust, Jessie readily agreed, although he did assure them he had the utmost confidence in Andreas's skills.

"His skills in bed,"
an ugly little voice piped up in his mind. Jessie squashed it ruthlessly, not wanting to analyze it too closely. Bad enough that he'd agreed to another meeting with Andreas. He refused to ponder it all throughout his day and did his best to focus on his work. It partially helped, but by the time five o'clock finally rolled in, he was still buzzing with anticipation. It was only when he left the building and headed toward his car that he realized he hadn't made any real arrangements with Andreas. Did the man even know where Jessie lived? Probably, if he'd come here to investigate him.

He couldn't allow anyone to see him lingering at the school, so he just got into his car and drove away. But even as he did so, he had that strange feeling again, like he was being watched, and that the eyes on him weren't wholly friendly.

Jessie shivered, wishing more than ever that Andreas could be by his side. It was a ridiculous notion. As safe as he felt with the Dom, he barely knew the man. He realized now that he'd been childish in just stalking away the night before, and he regretted their argument, but the fact remained that they still had a lot of things to clarify—starting with what Andreas truly wanted from Gavin.

Jessie was very relieved when he at last got to his apartment. He parked the car in front of his building, surreptitiously looking around as he did so. He still experienced that ominous sensation, and because of it, he rushed into the structure, feeling a bit better once he was behind closed doors.

But it was only in the actual apartment that he forgot about the peculiar feeling, and just because, the moment he went through the door, he knew he had a not-quite-unexpected and definitely not unwelcome guest.

Andreas stood in the hallway of Jessie's apartment, leaning against the wall and just waiting for him. His gaze fixed on Jessie, freezing him in place. "Hello, pretty."

Jessie's body instantly responded to the nickname, his cock hardening once again. He dropped his briefcase on the floor and closed the door with his foot, never once looking away from Andreas. He wanted nothing more but to leap into Andreas's arms, or better yet, drop to his knees in front of the Dom and take Andreas's cock in his mouth. But Andreas hadn't given him any instructions beyond arranging this meeting for this evening.

Andreas just watched him with a strange little smile on his face. "Come here," he finally said.

Jessie complied, walking toward Andreas like a man in a dream. The moment he was within touching distance, Andreas grabbed his arm and pulled him close. The next thing he knew, Andreas was kissing him again, with the very same hunger he'd displayed in the office, or perhaps, with more. This time, there was nothing that could have made Jessie pull away. Lust flared inside him, hot and bright, and he clung to the other man, grinding against him, moaning into their kiss.

As good as it felt, it simply wasn't enough, not after a build-up and a wait that had lasted since this morning. With an almost angry growl, Andreas snatched his mouth away from Jessie. Strong frantic hands turned him around and Jessie found himself bent over the counter in the hallway. Andreas then proceeded to shove Jessie's pants and underwear down, and Jessie couldn't bring himself to protest. He just pushed his ass out and wiggled it, wordlessly demanding what he craved and could no longer deny himself.

They didn't have lubricant close at hand, but Andreas seemed to have come up with a very good solution for that. Parting Jessie's ass cheeks, he stabbed his tongue into Jessie's hole. Shocks of pleasure swept over Jessie, and he gasped, moving back against Andreas, craving more of the taboo caress.

Andreas tongued the rim with almost excruciating thoroughness, then wormed his slick muscle into Jessie's channel. It felt so freaking good, awakening every single nerve ending in his body. He clawed at the counter, needing something, anything solid to anchor him, to keep him from losing himself in the already overwhelming pleasure. God, if Andreas didn't fuck him soon, this would be over before it even began.

Thankfully, Andreas at last decided to stop torturing Jessie. He lifted his head, abandoning his ministrations on Jessie's ass. The sound of a belt buckle being worked open and a zipper being lowered notified Jessie of what Andreas had in mind – not that it was very hard to figure out. He heard Andreas spit in his hand, and then groan—which meant that, presumably, he was slicking up his prick.