Freya
I shouldn’t be doing this. Most werewolf females save themselves for their fated mate, but I haven’t found mine—maybe I never will since my wolf is dormant. Either way, none of that matters when Professor Bell shoves his tongue deeper inside of my mouth.
It’s an assault on all of my senses. A moan gets lost inside his mouth, and I can feel myself growing wetter and wetter between my legs as he controls me with his tongue.
He is so talented.
It feels like my will to save myself is going up in smoke, especially when Professor Bell’s large hands are on my clothes, ripping them off and throwing them on the floor. My heart races in response to being naked in front of him, but the truth is that I want him, too.
Who wouldn’t want him?
Professor Bell is gorgeous. I’ve been trying n
