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"Shit," I muttered under my breath as the bell rang out, signalling the end of lunch and time for our last class. I wasn't ready to leave this warm bubble of camaraderie just yet.

"Come on, pup, I'll show you the way," Dante said, holding out his hand to me. A small smile played on his lips, and the familiar twinkle in his brown eyes made my heart race. I hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take his hand.

"Okay, wolf," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. His fingers wrapped around mine, warm and strong. The second my hand slid into Dante's, my entire body was overcome with a flood of emotions - lust, longing, need, and happiness. It felt like someone had just lit a match inside me, and the heat between us was growing more intense by the second. I could feel my panties growing wet.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath, utterly embarrassed by my body's reaction to him. I tried to pull away, but Dante's grip on my hand only tightened, grounding me in place.

Dante stopped walking and sniffed the air, his eyes locking onto mine with a knowing smirk. "Just so you know," he whispered huskily into my ear, "wolves have a keen sense of smell, and I can smell how badly you need me right now."

My cheeks flushed crimson as I stammered, "I-I don't know what happened, the second I touched you..."

"Ah," Griffin cut in, leaning into our conversation with an amused smile on his face. "You're feeling Dante's feelings right now. With your touch, you can feel the same emotions he is." He smirked at our flustered faces before sauntering off to his class, leaving me to process this new revelation.

"Fuck," I breathed out, trying to wrap my head around the fact that the overwhelming desire I was feeling wasn't my own. But if I was feeling Dante's emotions, it meant that he...

I raised my eyebrows at Dante and smirked, trying to keep the situation light. "Oh... so um, this is how you're feeling?"

Dante shuffled uncomfortably on his feet, his face turning a deep shade of red as he cleared his throat. "Y-yes," he admitted, looking anywhere but my eyes.

"Interesting." A wicked grin formed on my face, but I decided not to tease him further. Instead, I tugged on his hand gently, urging him forward. "It's okay, Wolf. Show me the way to class."

Dante visibly perked up at my words, grateful for the change in topic. Together, we headed off to the class building, our hands still entwined. As we walked, I could feel his emotions coursing through the connection between us – the lingering need, the warmth of happiness, and even a little bit of embarrassment from our earlier conversation.

"God, this is weird," I murmured under my breath, unable to resist commenting on the bizarre sensation of experiencing someone else's feelings firsthand.

"Tell me about it," Dante muttered in agreement, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "But hey, at least now you know I'm not lying when I say I want you" He chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling the side of my neck.

"Comforting thought," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

The moment we entered the Transporting room, I took a look around. It was massive and open, with high ceilings that made it feel like a high school gymnasium on steroids. The walls were lined with large windows, bathing the room in sunlight, and multiple doors led out to the lush forest behind the school. The atmosphere was alive with energy, and I couldn't help but shiver in anticipation.

"Jesus, this place is insane," I breathed, my eyes wide as I took in the sight before me.

"Wait until you see what we can do here," Dante replied, grinning devilishly.

As we moved further into the room, hand in hand, I caught a glimpse of Yasmin strutting our way, her predatory gaze fixed on Dante. Instantly, my gut clenched with irritation, and I could feel Dante's annoyance mirroring my own.

"Hey, Dante," Yasmin purred, her eyes raking over him lasciviously. "Mind if I join you?"

"Actually, yes," Dante said coldly, his jaw set as he guided us to the side of the class, away from her. His glare sent a message loud and clear: stay the fuck away.

"Fine," Yasmin huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder, clearly not used to being denied. But she got the hint and slinked off, probably in search of another poor soul to torment.

"Alright, everyone, settle down," came a booming voice, drawing my attention to the front of the class. A tall man with chiselled features and an air of confidence stood there, his gaze sweeping over us all. "I'm Professor Miles. For those of you who are new here, welcome to Transporting."

My heart raced with anticipation as Dante lifted my hand to his mouth, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. "You're with me, pup," he murmured, making my stomach flutter with excitement.

"Today's objective is to transport yourselves within a five-meter distance," Professor Miles announced, gesturing towards the spaces marked on the floor. "Pair up – one experienced student with one newbie. Focus on the place you want to go in your mind, then simply picture yourself there."

"Got it?" Dante asked, his eyes filled with mischief and determination. I nodded, feeling the heat from our entwined hands seep into my skin.

"I can do this," I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat as we stood across from each other at one of the designated spots.

I glanced over at Dante, standing five meters away from me, his confident smile just begging me to join him. As I focused on the space beside him, my heart raced with anticipation. My feet felt almost weightless as if ready to take flight. I closed my eyes, willing myself to stand next to him.

In an instant, my body jolted forward, and instead of landing gracefully next to Dante, I slammed into his chest. His strong arms instinctively wrapped around me as we lost our balance and toppled onto the ground. I found myself sprawled on top of him, feeling his hard dick pressing against my belly.

"Perfect landing, pup," he whispered in my ear, his voice teasing and sultry. The sensation sent shivers down my spine, making it difficult to think straight.

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