Page 61 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

“Great, can you take me there sometime next week?” I asked.

“No problem, babe. You should probably meet the higher-ups anyway.”

Nolan’s lo-fi dinner soundtrack filled the air with calm melodies and beats, and I felt almost overwhelmed with love and support. It had been just over a week ago that I was living in a two-bedroom condo in San Francisco, engaged to someone I thought was the love of my life. Now I was back in Wisconsin, bonded to four guys who called themselves alpha males unironically, in a five thousand square foot house.

But it already felt like home.

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We walked through a nearly empty campus. It was Saturday, and with finals coming up, most students were holed up in their dorms, the library, or the local cafes to study.

I had to admit, it looked pretty bleak, and I felt a little self-conscious while I cleared my throat. “It’s no Stanford, but I get to work with and teach a lot of shifters, and…”

“What do you mean?” Marlowe asked, looking at me curiously. Against the white snow, overcast sky, and nondescript buildings, Marlowe’s strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes were a bright contrast that nearly took my breath away. A ray of sunshine, a lone flower. Her pink, pouty lips looked kissably soft, but I fought the urge to take her in my arms.

“Sorry, did I have resting bitch face or something? I was just lost in the nostalgia of it all. Don’t you wish you could go back to your undergrad days sometimes?” she sighed wistfully.

I chided myself for letting my insecurity get the best of me. I knew by now Marlowe wasn’t a snob. Why did I think she’d judge me for working at a small state school?

“Sometimes,” I admitted. “Life sure was a lot less complicated back then.”

But I also hadn’t had an omega, either.

I unlocked the door to the biology building, leading her to my office on the third floor. Normally I preferred the lively sounds of students on their way to class with the semester in full swing, but today the silent, dark hallways provided the privacy I required for testing. Not to mention my desire to keep Marlowe away from prying eyes and noses.

“Just put your stuff on the chair, and then we can get started in the lab.” I placed my computer bag on the desk and took off my coat, turning around to the sound of my door closing and locking.

Marlowe leaned against it, biting her lip and looking nervous. “Professor, you wanted to see me?”

I arched an eyebrow, wondering what she meant. But then my cock hardened, figuring out what was going on faster than my brain had. Her heavy perfume coated the air, and I fought the urge to smile, setting my expression into a disappointed frown instead. “Yes, please take a seat, Ms. Linden. I’m afraid it’s quite serious.”

I’d never entertained a student-professor fantasy before, despite having been the object of a few innocent crushes over the years. But if Marlowe wanted to play, I was game.

She shuffled into the chair, knees together. Averting her gaze, her cheeks blushed. “It’s about my test, isn’t it?”

I rolled my sleeves up, placing my arms in front of me on my desk and clasping my hands. “It is. You got every question wrong. It was worth fifty percent of your grade, so I’m afraid you’re going to fail my class.”

She held back tears, releasing a shuddering breath.

What a talented little actress. I wondered how far she was interested in taking this.

“Please, Professor Lim. If I don’t pass, I’m going to lose my scholarship. I can’t pay the tuition on my own, so I’ll get kicked out of school! Could I take the test again? Or is there any… extra credit I could do?”

She unbuttoned the top of her shirt, her fingers tracing down her cleavage and revealing a black lacy bra.

I tsked. “Ms. Linden, do you think a little peep show is enough to raise your grade by fifty points?”

She pulled down her bra, now exposing one pink, hardened nipple. “How many points is a breast worth?”

I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms. “I suppose I could give you five points per breast. As long as I get to touch them.”

She took off her shirt and bra completely, walking topless around my desk. After pushing my knees apart, she leaned against it, fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly. “Please, Professor.”

My cock twitched in my pants, aching to be free. But I wanted to take my time, as I was already having too much fun. I held her heavy breasts in my hands, inspecting them closely. My thumbs brushed lightly against her nipples, and she giggled. “Your hands are so warm and big. But I bet your tongue would feel nice, too.”

I chuckled deeply. “Have you been thinking about my tongue?”

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