One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Chapter 101 Audrey C My sneakers pounded on the forest floor and echoed through the quiet afternoon air, but the pounding of my heart was even louder in my ears. I couldn't hear Edwin behind me, not yet he was still at the starting line, givinga head start before he shifted.

But then, suddenly, there was silence.

WW SA An eerie quiet fell over the woods, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Even the birds went quiet, as thought there was a predator in their midst. Furrowing my brow, I slowed my pace slightly and chanced a look over my shoulder, wondering if Edwin had veered off in another direction.

But he hadn't. His enormous black wolf form was directly behind me, those yellow eyes glinting in the dappled sunlight. I could have sworn there was even a wolfish grin on his face.

A squeal of laughter escapedas I pushed myself to run faster I darted between a nearby set of twin trees that I knew he couldn't fit through, leaped over a fallen log, and splashed through a small creek up ahead. My muscles burned with the effort and cold water sprayed up my bare legs, but the thrill of the chase keptgoing.

"Can't catch me!" I called out, my voice breathless and giddy.

Edwin growled playfully in response, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. He seemed content to letlead for now, enjoying the pursuit rather than immediately overpowering me. I noticed the hem of my white skirt getting splattered with _mud as I ran, but I was having too much fun to care. This was exhilarating, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.

"Is that all you've got, Professor?" I taunted as I ducked under a low-hanging branch.

Just then, I felt a gentle warning nip at my heels. The unexpected contact startled me, and my foot caught on a protruding rock. I pitched forward with a yelp, my hands outstretched as I went tumbling toward the ground.

Before I could fully register what was happening, I felt Edwin's dark fur wrap around me. We rolled together, the forest whirling into a blur of shapes and colors and smells. We only cto a stop once we had reached the bottom of a small slope, just inches away from another small creek.

Gasping for air, I cracked my eyes open, and there he was: Edwin's wolf face, mere inches from mine, his intense gaze boring into me. His head was large enough to blot out the sun, its golden rays peeking through his dark fur and almost giving him a halo.

I swallowed hard, my eyes flicking over him. Edwin's wolf form cradledaway from the hard ground, like I had been caught on a dark cloud during my fall.

Without thinking, I reached out and tangled my trembling fingers in his fur. It was so soft, like a million different strands. were wrapping around my hand and brushing against my palm. His fur was so thick that my hand almost disappeared.

"Wow," I breathed, running my hand along his side. "Your fur is so soft." I had never touched a werewolf in their wolf form before-had no idea that it was this dense, this silky.

Edwin made a rumbling sound that I took for approval. He nuzzled his snout against my cheek, his warm breath tickling my skin. Giggling softly, I reached up and cupped his large head between my hands, giving him a scratch behind the ears; if the sudden pant that escaped his mouth was any indication, I would have hazarded a guess that he liked it.

But then, after a few moments, I felt a shift beneath my hands. Edwin's fur receded, replaced by warm skin. My breath lodged slightly, but I didn't pull my hands away from either side of his face, not even as his wolfish head returned to stubble and sharp angles.

The transformation was over in the blink of an eye, and suddenly, it was no longer his fur that was wrapped around me-but 1/3 Chapter 101 rather his warm, sturdy arms. My cheeks flushed, but neither of us made any move to pull away.

+5 If anything, feeling him like this, a thin sheen of sweat on my lower back, our limbs tangled on the forest floor, a small creek running and babbling over pebbles beside us... Nothing in the world could have madepull away from him.

Neither of us spoke, neither of us even moved, for stime. I stroked my thumb along his cheekbone, feeling the gentle slope and the familiar curves of his face. I'd wanted this for so long-to feel him this close, to hold him. It was wrong, I knew, but... so, so right.

When I finally managed to speak, only one word would cout, so soft it was barely even audible in the teeming forest: "Edwin..." At the sound of his name, his eyes flashed brighter, a yellow glow that almost resembled the sun peeking through the canopy of leaves. A low growl rumbled in his chest, but it wasn't threatening. If anything, it sounded... pleased.

"Audrey," he murmured, his voice husky. "You're a lot faster than I expected you to be." I laughed softly. "I told you I could give you a run for your money." His lips quirked up into a lazy half-smile. "So you did. I'm impressed." We lay there for a moment longer, neither of us making any effort to move away. I was acutely aware of every point where our bodies touched, of the warmth radiating from his skin. And there was something else, too; that... hardness in his pants.

My cheeks reddened to an impossible shade almost immediately. I had felt that hardness before, when we were playing badminton-and before that, the day that I had hit my head in his apartment. Only this time, it was different. This time, almost as though he were sensing that I could feel it, he gently pushed his hips against my leg, allowingto feel the considerable length of him. "E-Edwin," I said again, my voice trembling slightly. "I..." But before I could finish my thought, Edwin leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

Burned-I felt like I had been burned, but in the most delicious way. His lips were searing against mine, his tongue flicking into my mouth like a lasso made of flame. I didn't hesitate in parting my lips easily for him, and the sensation of his tongue swirling around mine was like nothing I had ever felt before.

"We shouldn't-" he breathed when we finally parted for air, but even as he said those words, I felt his hand trail up my leg, gently hiking up my skirt.

I bit my lower lip, bending my knee and sliding my leg aside to make way for him. My throat closed up, no words able to cout. Not that I needed to speak; my eyes did all the talking for me. Do it, they seemed to say. Take me. Now.

And if the glow intensifying in Edwin's eyes was any indication, he certainly understood.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from somewhere deep in his throat as he hovered over me, his hands moving further up beneath my skirt, burning hot paths wherever they touched. The white fabric, dirty now from the ground, bunched up around his wrist. I tilted my head back and to the side, exposing my neck.

-As he lowered himself over me, I felt his fangs graze my soft flesh. A shiver went down my spine, and I instinctively arched my back away from the ground, bucking my hips toward his warm, callused hands.

Those hands grazed the soft cotton of my panties, and the softest whimper escapedbefore I could stop it. "You want me," he muttered, his fingers moving in slow circles around the center of my panties. He pushed the fabric aside, tentatively stroking across the wetness there. "You can't stop thinking about me." 2/3 Chapter 101 "I-I could say the sthing about you," I managed around the moan that was aching in my throat. I could feel his warm c**k pressing against my leg, even through his pants. I reached down and trailed my hand across its length.

Edwin let out a huff, or a chuckle, I couldn't tell which. Tightening his arm around my neck, he pressed his fingers of hist other hand firmly into me, causing that moan that was trapped if my throat to escape. I felt one finger slide in, then two, and was sure I was practically gushing just from those few inches of pleasure.

+5

Gently, Edwin worked his fingers into me, slowly at first and then picking up speed. But despite his gentleness, he didn't stop not even when I grabbed his wrist, not when I ground my hips against him, and especially not when I threw my head back and cried out his name. He didn't stop until I splintered and cracked on him, my legs trembling.

Only then did he remove his fingers from me.

I felt myself on the verge of fracturing again as he moved on top of me, slipping those stwo fingers over his tongue- tasting me.

"Delicious," he growled, and I thought I might faint.

The moment that passed next was a blur. I heard a zipper, and then felt his sturdy warmth press against men holding my panties aside with one finger. For the first tin months, I felt full-truly full, almost to the point of bursting-since our one night stand. His nlived and died on my tongue, my fingers clenching into fists around his shirt as he thrust himself into me-deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside.

"Edwin-Oh, Edwin," I groaned as I felt myself once again cto the verge of finishing on him already.

He let out that huff-chuckle again, although this tit was laced with a low groan of pleasure His handm cup to cup my cheek, brushing a strand of sweat-damp hair out of my eyes. So gentle, so affectionate, despite the blistering heat that he was pushing between my thighs. As he began to move inside of me, his hips ebbing and flowing against mine, he pressed another searing kiss to my lips. And this time, instead of burning beneath that kiss, I melted.

I didn't stop melting, not even when his strokes grew to a dizzying speed, not even when I felt the swollen head of his c**k up around pressing precariously against all the right spots. I practically turned into a puddle beneath him, my skirt hiked my waist, his tongue and fangs flicking and grazing across my neck.

For the second time, I came, my muscles clenching and throbbing around his warm member. My nails dug into the back of his neck, my lips trembling as I kissed all over his exposed skin, hungry for whatever taste of him I could get.

And as my lips clamped around the shell of his ear, he throbbed and broke with me.

The forest fell silent as his growl echoed through the trees.

3/3 RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.

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