My Werewolf Professor (7 page)

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.

He let the penny drop. “But only if you pass.”

She froze.

His smile turned into a smirk, and his voice was silky when he asked, “Surely you have not forgotten about our bargain, Ms. Summers?”

She only blinked at him.

His gaze narrowed. There was something about that look in her eyes…

“Kassia…”

“Umm…”

“Don’t you fucking tell me you’re really in danger of failing those two subjects?”

She stepped back from him. “Well…”

Alessandro was exasperated. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”
And was he seriously asking that question?
 

Kassia was nodding vehemently. “I do, Professor. I still want to fuck you.”

The earnest response made him want to groan. Goddammit, how could this girl be so innocent and seductive at the same time? Looking back at her, he saw the way she was tugging the tips of her strawberry blonde locks and knew the worst was far from over. “Spill it,” he said grimly.

She tried to prevaricate, asking, “Spill what?”

“Kassia…”

His warning tone made her gulp. “Well, the thing is, I really tried to study last night, but all I could think about was
…
umm, never mind about what I was thinking.”

But her blushes spoke for her, and he knew exactly what she had been thinking.

“Anyway, I was thinking, the only way I can pass now is if…” She took a deep breath. “Could I drop by your place, Professor, and have you tutor me privately?”

****

Hours later, Kassia was sliding into the passenger seat of the professor’s sports car. He closed the door after her, and when he joined her inside she said nervously, “You have a beautiful car, Professor.” It was such a lame thing to say, especially since she didn’t actually know what kind of car the professor’s was. But she said it anyway, just to give her something else to hear besides the loud erratic sound of her heartbeat.

As the professor started the car and drove out of the school’s parking lot, Kassia found herself babbling even more.

“Thank you for agreeing to tutor me.”

Crickets.

“I hope I won’t be a bother to anyone. I mean, if you’re living with anyone in your place.”

Still crickets.

“And, umm, you don’t have to worry about where I should sleep or anything. I’m not picky, and I’m used to roughing it since my grandparents and I love to go camping every spring break.”

More crickets.

“I think I should sing a song,” Kassia blurted out. Anything was better than this too-awkward silence, she told herself.
Anything.
And so she opened her mouth and started to sing. A country song, of course, because she was proud of her roots.
 

Alessandro almost gaped at his passenger as the most god-awful sound on earth filled his car.
What. The. Fuck?
Who would ever have thought that someone as angelic-looking as Kassia would have a voice like, well, a squealing pig?
 

It literally hurt to listen to her, and if he weren’t so bent on keeping his distance from Kassia, he would have told her so. But since he was, Alessandro simply gritted his teeth and told himself to bear it. He mustn’t talk to her, mustn’t let her get too comfortable under his skin.
 

Even now, he wasn’t quite sure how Kassia had ended up having her way. All he knew was that allowing Kassia to spend the night in his place was madness, but it was a folly he hadn’t been able to resist.

Beside him, Kassia was still singing, and it had only gotten worse in the past ten seconds. He waited for the urge to throw her out of the car to come, but it didn’t. Instead, he found himself wanting to shut her up…with a kiss.

The thought had Alessandro gritting his teeth some more, his fingers gripping the wheel more tightly. What. The. Fuck. Was. Wrong. With. Him?

A sly voice inside his mind taunted him about déjà vu.
Perhaps this was how it started with his older brother and his wife?
 

Alessandro rejected the thought as soon as it occurred to him. Fuck no. He was taking Kassia home with him because he was in lust with her.
 

But then,
the sly voice continued,
why is Kassia the only girl you’ve taken to your home? Why nobody else?

Because…because it was all part of the plan, the answer to the challenge his older brother had thrown at Alessandro. Kassia was the woman he needed but hadn’t bothered to look for, the one to make Domenico Moretti stop acting like a lovesick fool and return to being the alpha of their clan.