Page 62 of In the Mouth of the Wolf

“Everyday in class, Professor. I like to sit in the back, so I can touch myself while I imagine your tongue all over me.”

I pushed her down on her back slightly as I stood, lowering my mouth over the beautiful, creamy mounds, drawing her nipples into delicate peaks. She moaned as I licked and sucked, dragging my teeth over her soft skin.

“Ten points, Ms. Linden. Forty more to go.” I sat back in my chair, watching as her bottom lip trembled. “I’ll give you fifteen more points if you show me exactly how you like to touch yourself while you think about me.”

Her hands shook as she slid her jeans down her hips, stepping out of them to reveal a black, lacy thong to match the bra. She slid her hand down her stomach, all the way to her sex, pushing the underwear aside to rub her clit. I bit my thumb, rubbing my other hand over my erection as she slipped her fingers inside her pussy, whimpering while she slid them in and out. “I like to imagine your cock is fucking me, Professor. Just like this.”

She spread her legs wider, inserting three of her fingers inside herself now, and I bit back a groan, remembering exactly how sweet she had tasted with Nolan’s knot deep inside her. Her commitment to the role was commendable, because I was about to lose my mind.

Breathy moans turned into frantic pants, and I watched as she made herself come to the thought of me, her eyes closed and lips parted in pure bliss, back arched as the pleasure released in her tense muscles.

I grabbed her hand as she pulled her fingers out of herself, licking them clean.

“Professor!” she gasped.

“I have a confession of my own,” I said, letting go of her. The tether of control was fraying, and all pretense of calm was falling by the wayside. I could feel my need for her growing into an unhinged intensity, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. “I know you touch yourself in my class. And when I’m at home, I touch myself while I think about you.”

She blushed. “Would I get any points if you showed me?”

I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, bringing my cock out and stroking it in my hand. “No. But I’ll give you five points if you’ll let me come on your tits.”

She kneeled in front of me, grinning wildly. “Oh, thank you, Professor! You’re so generous! I would have let you come on my face for two.”

Fuck, the cheek on this female. I grabbed her chin. “Watch your tone, young lady, or I’ll deduct all you’ve earned and then some. What will you possibly do for your grade, then?”

She rubbed her hands along my thighs, looking up in thought. I started masturbating in earnest, watching the way her breasts bounced with each jerk.

“Would you be interested in fucking me from behind while I blow one of your friends?”

She asked the question so innocently I nearly laughed. That particular image had been one of my main fantasies during her heat when I took care of myself in the shower. But hearing the words coming out of her mouth, knowing she had also thought about it, quickened my orgasm, and I felt it building much faster than usual.

“Mm, don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep, Ms. Linden.”

She presented her chest as my release neared, gripping onto my legs for support. “Oh, I fully intend to keep it. I’ve seen you in town, Professor. I’ve watched you and your pack. Maybe all four of you would like to take turns?”

I growled as thick ropes of cum exploded onto her chest, sticking to her perfect skin. Her perfume, now mingled with my scent, invaded my senses and kept my cock from becoming flaccid. She swiped her finger and scooped up a drop, licking it off.

“You taste delicious. Would you like to see?” She smeared my cum around her skin, taking some into her mouth. Then she leaned up and kissed me, pushing it through my lips with her tongue.

This omega was my undoing. My cock once more fully hardened, I was done with games, and I pulled her onto my lap, kissing her furiously. Her slick covered my pants, and my semen smeared all over my shirt. Thank the Moon I kept a change of clothes here for when I went to the gym.

She raised herself onto her knees and positioned the head of my dick at her entrance. She grabbed it underneath her, rubbing it along her clit like her own personal toy, throwing her head back and moaning. “How many points for knotting me, Professor?”

I grabbed her waist and pulled her down hard, bucking at the feeling of how perfectly her pussy gripped my cock. She gyrated her hips over my knot, whimpering with need.

Beautiful. My moon, my stars, my world. Her long, wavy hair fell in cascades down her smooth back, her pistachio and honey scent filling the room.

More. There was no such thing as enough with my omega. I would always be in need of her. I picked her up and stood, laying her on top of my desk and leaning over her, watching her face as she succumbed to the pleasure I gave her. She wrapped her legs around my waist to pull me closer and I obeyed. Whatever she wanted, it was hers.

Her walls tightened and as she found her release, I pushed my knot fully inside her, my vision blurring from the ecstasy. The literature on knotting could not do this feeling justice. Like no sex I’d had before, like no drug I’d ever tried – it was a state of pure euphoria. My orgasm did not stop, and I emptied myself inside her over and over.

“A million,” I mumbled, finally regaining a modicum of authority over my faculties.

“What was that?” she asked breathily.

“You get a million points for letting me knot you.”

I wrapped my arms around her back and lifted her off the desk, sitting back in my chair. Her sweet smell would linger enticingly in my office for weeks. It was a good thing winter break was starting soon. I didn’t think I could get any work done, nor let any of my shifter students in here, for a very long time.

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