The Professor's Second Chance Mate

Chapter 16a

***Lara***

Maya would have had us marked and mated in the mountains today if she’d had her way. I had to give Kelton and Knight credit, it had to take immense self-control to hold back while Maya was literally shoving her butt in his face, begging for it. Not that I was immune.

The mate bond had been pulling me to him, since the moment I first caught his scent and the more time we spent in each other’s company, the stronger that bond grew. Now I was completely sure that this was the man I wanted. It was more than the goddess's bond too. He was the most amazing man I’ve ever met. He’s just so… perfect. He’s perfect. And mine! I wanted to scream it from the mountain top.

The drive back down the mountain was much more comfortable than the way up. I grinned like an i***t as I took in the views outside the window. No longer did I wonder if he had some secret, hidden agenda. I no longer had any doubts about him or his intentions.

“What are you thinking about, my love?” He asked, a sly smile on his face.

“I could use a shower. I must stink.” That wasn’t at all what I was thinking. It just popped out. Now that I’d said it, I was feeling self-conscious about it. I was sitting in a hot tin can that had been baking in the sun on a hot late summer day with the AC blowing my sweaty grossness at him.

“Oh love, no. I raised two children and let me tell you nothing smells worse than a teenage boy’s bedroom. It’s like concentrated Pringle farts and body odor.”

“That sounds delightful.” I giggled. I GIGGLED. I didn’t even know I could giggle. The sound was so oddly foreign coming from me.

“Would you like to come over for dinner?” he asked.

Yes. Yes, I absolutely would, I thought. I had to shut out Maya who was screaming in my head about dinner and certain after dinner activities she’d like to try. Instead, I said, “I would, but not tonight.” He smiled. I thought he’d be hurt by the rejection, but he seemed to understand my need to take things slow. That thought sent an extra thrill through me. He respected me. No one respected me before.

Slow is overrated, Maya huffed.

Not only is he intelligent and model-worthy attractive, but he also respects my boundaries. That’s sexy as f@ck.

After I reassured him a million and one times that I would be fine, he left me alone on Sunday evening- after he extracted my promise that I would call him if I needed him at all, for anything. He called that night and a few times throughout the day on Monday. I got the impression he needed, or Knight needed, to know that I was safe. I didn’t see him again until class on Tuesday.

And holy guacamole on toast, he looked every bit the epitome of a sexy professor. It irked me that I wasn’t the only student in his class imagining the man n***d or those strong arms around me. I recognized the dazed lovesick expressions on several faces. That’s how girls stared at Kiren and his buddies, like they were lollipops they’d like to lick. Part of it was his physical attractiveness and part of it was the power he emanated that drew people to him. Girls were attracted to Kiren’s power and position. It couldn’t be his personality.

Admittedly, Kiren and his buddies were decent and fair with everyone - but me. Still, those l**t-dazed girls saw how he, how they, treated me. How could any of them trust those boys to treat them with respect? Wouldn’t they be worried their personalities could change like the flip of a coin? I think if I were mated to anyone back home, even if they tried to make it work, that would always be in the back of my mind. I’d seen those boys at their worst.

These students weren’t aware that Kelton was a literal alpha, his commanding presence, confidence, and natural ability to inspire trust and respect were palpable. He exuded a strong aura, drawing one’s attention with ease. His movements around the room were effortless and graceful, accentuating his tall, upright posture - so sexy. Moreover, his voice was a deep, smooth baritone that commanded attention. He spoke with clarity and concision, and when he made eye contact with you, it felt as if he was addressing you directly, like you were the only person he was talking to.

And he’s ours, all ours, Maya moaned. I found myself humming an agreement. I could almost feel those strong arms circling my waist. My hands would rest on his hard pecs, and I’d stare into his eyes. He’d lightly grind his hard d**k against me, so I could feel how I affected him. Only me…

A loud c***k snapped my attention back to reality.

Looking up, I spotted Kelton at the front of the room with a long wooden ruler, half a wooden ruler, actually. For the first time since I’d met him he looked slightly flustered. I did that.

“It seems several of you are a little distracted today. Have a big weekend, did we?” He asked the class at large. “If we could keep our minds on the class I would appreciate it,” he added the last bit, shooting a twinkling glance my way.

Wait, my way? Was that directed at me?

Hell, yeah it was. You're sending the ‘I want to f@ck my professor raw’ scent. You’re driving the man mad. Do it again. Maya happily sighed.