On Her Professor’s Bed: Alpha’s Plaything

THALINA

Chapter Twenty-two

Talon Maverick

“Watch and learn.” I managed to say, before my eyes flickered close.

But instead of the usual rush of pleasure and the floating waves of excitement that coursed through my body whenever I have my c**k in the mouth of these whores, all I could see was Thalina, and all I could feel was her presence. It was like she was there with me.

I opened my eyes again, only to see the courtesans in front of me, one moving her hand through my chest and trailing invisible lines through my body, while the other kept moving her head, popping and pushing my c**k in and out of her mouth with so much strength and vigor, yet, I couldn’t feel a thing.

I closed my eyes again and all I saw was her—Thalina. That day in my office came rushing back, vivid and intense, replaying again, like she was right here with me, like it was happening once again. Even though these women were still on their knees, doing exactly what I’d ordered, all I could think about was her. What the hell was happening to me?

I tried to shake it off, forcing myself to focus on the courtesans as they ran their hands over my body, their lips trailing across my skin. But even as their mouths worked me over, I found myself wishing it was Thalina. I cursed under my breath, feeling the frustration rise like a fire in my gut. Why her? Why now? When I was trying to prove a point and let Kaedros see why we don’t need any woman in our lives, especially not women like these. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about that woman that had invaded every of my thoughts since the moment I saw her. What had this little girl done to me? Why can’t I stop thinking about her? Especially in situations like this.

“Disgusting!” Kaedros’ voice cut through the haze, pulling me back to reality. He stood off to the side, his fists clenched, beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “I’ll never be like you,” he spat, his voice shaking with anger. “I love Leah, and there’s nothing you can do to change that! I will keep loving her!”

With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

For a moment, I couldn’t go on with anything. “Stop!” I stopped the courtesans, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and different emotions. Thalina's image and face refused to leave my head, her touch, her scent—everything about her had rooted itself deep inside me, and I just couldn’t get it off. It was frustrating that I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about her, no matter how hard I tried. I motioned for the courtesans to continue, hoping they could help me drown out these thoughts, to push Thalina out of my mind, even if it’d be just for a minute.

But they couldn’t. They failed.

I stood up, grabbed one of them, and turned her around, pinning her to the couch and raising her hips to that perfect arch, but even with that, my c**k felt limp and numb, there was no arousal or urge to f**k this woman. But when I closed my eyes again, I saw her, and the thought of her made me hard instantly, and it pissed me so damn off that no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape her.

I shoved the courtesans away and collapsed back onto the couch. “Get out,” I snapped, irritated. They scrambled to gather their clothes and leave, leaving me alone with my thoughts—thoughts I couldn’t control.

I couldn’t do anything without thinking about her, and it infuriated me as much as it made me so damn hard. Falling back on the couch, I clenched my fists, staring at the ceiling, wondering why the hell I couldn’t get Thalina out of my head. Why just her name gets me hard and ready, but the reverse with any other woman. It was so frustrating.

I stormed into the restroom, the door shutting with a hard thud behind me. My hands gripped the edge of the sink, my knuckles going white against the marble as I leaned forward, my breath coming in sharp, frustrated bursts. I washed my face, and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shake the thoughts that had plagued me all night.

But the second I closed them, there she was again—Thalina. Her face, her body, her scent, the way she felt that day in my office, how her lips had barely grazed mine before we’d lost ourselves in that whirlwind of passion.

Damn it.

The thought of her hit me like a wave again, surging through my body, igniting something hot and raw inside me. I could feel myself getting hard, my c**k already straining hard just at the memory of her. The way her skin felt under my hands, the way her scent seemed to wrap around me and suffocate every rational thought I had.

I tried to push it away, but it only made things worse. My pulse quickened, my blood rushing south, my temperature rising. I hated it! I hated the fact that a girl was making me feel this way. A girl I had just met. But I could no longer fight it. My hand moved on its own, sliding down to my c**k, aiming to free myself from this unbearable tension.

I braced one hand against the cold countertop of the sink, the other wrapping around my shaft, already painfully hard. The relief was instant, but it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. My mind wandered back to her, the way her body had pressed against mine, how soft and warm she felt. I pumped my hand slowly at first, imagining it was her touch, the same delicate little fingers that once traced my skin, now wrapped around me, stroking with perfect precision.

I gritted my teeth, my grip tightening, speeding up as I leaned forward, my eyes were half-closed, every stroke sending a jolt of pleasure through me. But it wasn’t just the physical release I wanted—it was her. I could see her standing in front of me, hear her voice, feel the heat of her breath as if she were right here, in this room, driving me mad.

My head tilted back, my breathing rough, my hand moving faster now, as the image of her grew sharper in my mind. Thalina. I needed her, craved her like an addiction I couldn’t shake. Every pump of my fist only brought me closer to the edge, closer to the moment when I could let go.

But even in this frenzy, she was all I could think about. Thalina. Her name was a whisper on my lips as I came, the release hitting me like a storm, but even in that bliss, I knew it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough until it was her.

God! What has she done to me?

I gasped, leaning back on the sink, struggling to keep my eyes open, trying desperately to push her out of my head. But it was impossible.

Minutes later, I dragged myself to the shower, stepping under the cold water. It hit my skin like ice, but it couldn’t cool the fire burning inside me. The heat she ignited.

I took a quick bath, trying to wash away the thoughts of her, but they clung to me. Back in my room, I dressed for bed and collapsed onto it, the events of the day swirling in my mind. The pack meeting, the conversation with the soothsayer—they should’ve been my focus, but all I could think about was her. Thalina.

The best s*x I’d ever had, the best p***y I’d ever f****d. She was everything I needed, even if I didn’t want to admit it. But it was the truth, undeniable and infuriating.

I laid back, staring at the ceiling. "You’re driving me crazy, Thalina," I sighed.