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2024-10-29 19:42:56“And it was a very good fuck.” That voice in my head growled again and I groaned, but it was like a snap of reality.
Some of the students were starting to look at me with raised brows and I could only imagine what I looked like, frozen, wide eyes and my mouth hanging open. Dear mother — I inhaled and got back to my teaching, carefully avoiding the boy's look as I explained how urine is formed in the kidney. “You look so hot, standing there and talking about biology.” The voice said again in a low sexy that sent shivers down my spine. I ignored it as best as I could, carefully picking my words despite the sudden heat that I was starting to feel. “You will have to pardon me oh dear teacher, I can't seem to pay attention to a word you are seeing cos all I can think about is your red full lips wrapped around my cock.” Oh my dear goodness. I stuttered on a sentence but continued. I'm definitely running mad. This is madness from heart and desperation. The desperation to feel better had somehow made me run mad to the point that I was hearing a sexy voice in my head. I have conjured an imaginary fuck buddy in my head. The voice chuckled. “A fuck buddy? Sounds nice. What do you think it would feel like, for your fuck buddy to bend you over that table, lift that beautiful skirt up and fuck you into the next week.” A moan slipped past my lips as the image suddenly flashed in my mind, and I mentally smacked myself over the head. A moan? Really? In front of your students? But who could blame me? This is the type of thing I've missed for six years. With Rex, love making had always been so gentle and slow. Now there's this maddening need to - I shook my head. I'm not supposed to be thinking about sex in class. I'm not supposed to be thinking about sex. “Or perhaps, lift you onto that table, spread your legs wide open and eat your spread pussy like a desert. Would you love that?” I glanced at the guy, Stephen? I can't seem to place his name. But his expression was blank as he stared at me like every other student. Of course. What on earth was I thinking, that he was some sort of psychic channelling thoughts in my head? I almost laughed. Keisha would laugh at me and then proceed to lecture me about reading too many paranormal books. The only thing that could explain this current predicament is madness. Sex madness, because no matter how much I tried to not think about it, my mind kept going back to those erotic images and oh I'd love that. I'd love that so much. I need to speak to Keisha then I need to look for a therapist. “You know what class?” I said, closing my text book, “I'm suddenly not feeling well, so I need to rush off to the nurse. We will continue next week.” The students cheered and started standing up without waiting for another word. One by one I watched them all leave the classroom, until it was just me - and my one night stand who was just sitting there staring at me with a crooked smile Once again, it hit me that I'd had sex with my student. My very young student and that was in a way sickening. How old was he? 20? And why on earth didn't I notice that he was so damn young last night? Maybe because I was drunk. “Fancy meeting you here,” he greeted and there was a hint of amusement in his voice that had me raising my brow. “Yeah, hello.” I greeted and turned to pack my bag. I'm not going to pay unnecessary attention to him. Yes he's my student but just from today. Last night was only a one night stand and - it doesn't count as long as it doesn't happen again right? Right! “I'm 24 years old by the way,” I turned around and saw him approaching me with a smile, “just in case you were wondering.” “I wasn't.” I lied because I actually was. Not that it matters. “It doesn't matter. What happened last night stays there. I would have avoided it if I wasn't too drunk to notice how young you are.” I shook my head, zipping up my bag. When I turned again, he was right there before me with just a few feet separating us. My gaze locked unto his and I shivered at the look on his face, the intensity of his gaze. Like he was slowly unwrapping every piece of clothing I had on with his eyes. He licked his lips and I bit down a moan. Those lips. Gosh what I'd want those lips to do to me and… Oh my God what's wrong with me? Am I really that sex craved? God, I need help. But maybe I was that sex crazed because looking into his beautiful green eyes, his face - I couldn't help but just get lost into their depth. And, the jitters spread all over my body, making me warm in all the right places like I was being caressed. And he wasn't even touching me. No. All he had to do was stand a few feet away from me and I'm already two seconds away from jumping into his arms and getting him naked there and then. I'm mad. “You are not,” he said with a chuckle shocking me, “it's uhm - the mating heat, you see.” My eyes widened because - how on earth could he tell what I was thinking? Maybe I mistakenly let it slip through my lips. Secondly, what on earth does he mean by mating heat? “I know how you must be feeling right now. The whole thing can be very overwhelming especially for you humans who are ignorant to the supernatural.” I took a step back. “Us humans?” I whispered and he nodded with a grin. “Yup! Now, I can hear your thoughts and the voices you have been hearing all day - that's mine.” My mouth opened and I closed them again. I would have laughed at how crazy the whole thing sounded but I didn't because even with his light smile I could see the seriousness in his eyes and somehow I could tell that he was saying the truth. “I'm not crazy I promise,” he said, raising his hands, “but I need you to listen attentively because this could be a lot to take in. I caught that you loved reading these paranormal books, so what if I told you right now - that they exist somewhere in the world?” I shook my head, “that's impossible.” “Is it?” “Yes.” I nodded a little bit too strongly for emphasis and he smiled “Not a lot of things are impossible in this universe, Elara. Besides -” “Okay, listen to me Stephen —” “— Stefan.” “— Stefan, sorry. Last night was amazing at least from the little I remember. It was beautiful and the best sex I've had in a while but…I'm not one of those ladies who are seeking to find love out of a one night stand. It was just a no string attached one night sex and I'm not interested in a repeat. Besides you are my student. Now if you will excuse me.” His hand grabbed my wrist as I tried to walk past him, stopping me in my tracks. “So you just want to run away?” I scoffed, “run away? From what? No I'm not running away, I'm just stating the facts to you. Whatever it is you have up in your head it'd be good to just erase em now.” “You can't just leave. You are mine! You know how long I've waited and searched for you?” For all the right reasons his words should be creepy. Because A: Those were the same words I heard this morning. B: Stalker much? “I'm yours?” I forced out a laugh, “what are you? A caveman or something? Listen, I do not know what it is you are doing nor do I care how you are doing it. Whatever trick you are playing, stop it. This is becoming more creepy.” Stefan smiled and I melted. “Creepy? I can tell that you feel anything but creeped out. And no, this isn't a trick. The madness you are feeling, the thoughts you are hearing - they are all because of the mating heat.” I shivered, “mating what.” “Elara, listen to me very carefully,” he stepped closer staring into my eyes with the most serious expression, “I am a werewolf. And you - you are my mate.”Related chapters
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I blinked, trying to process what Stefan had just said. The words seemed to echo in my head, like a broken record stuck on repeat. “Mate?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Did I hear you right?”Stefan’s expression was serious, almost solemn. “Yes, Elara. We are mates.”I stared at him, my mind scrambling to make sense of this absurdity. “Mates? Like, in a romantic sense?” I couldn’t help the incredulous laugh that bubbled up from my chest. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”“I’m not kidding,” he said, his blue eyes unwavering. “In the werewolf world, being mates means that we are destined to be together. It’s a bond that goes beyond mere attraction or affection.”I shook my head, trying to clear the haze of confusion. “Destined? Are you seriously trying to tell me that we’re supposed to be together forever because of some... mystical bond? It sounds ridiculous.”Stefan’s gaze softened slightly, as if he were trying to gauge whether I was being sarcastic or genuinely bewildered.
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I paced the length of my living room, my footsteps echoing off the hardwood floors in a rhythmic pattern that did little to soothe the storm raging in my mind. Every corner of the room seemed to close in on me, magnifying the whirlwind of thoughts that refused to be silenced.Stefan’s words kept replaying in my head: *“We are mates.”* I tried to shove them away, to focus on anything else, but they kept resurfacing, relentless and insistent. “No, this is absurd,” I muttered aloud, running a hand through my disheveled hair. “Werewolves don’t exist. They just don’t.”Yet, no matter how much I tried to convince myself, my mind kept drifting back to the bizarre experience I had. How could he have heard my thoughts? How could he have spoken directly into my head? It was impossible—yet, it had happened.“What kind of trick was that?” I questioned the empty room, my voice tinged with frustration. “Maybe he’s just good at reading people or something. Or maybe it was all just some elaborate ac
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