No Going Back

Chapter Ten

Talon Maverick

My mind raced violently, every coherent thought slipping away as I stood there, frozen in place, staring at her. Her presence alone was like a punch to my guts. That wicked and calculated gleam in her eyes—she knew exactly what she was doing to me. It was the same look she’d had when she’d left me frustrated, aching, and desperate for more days ago.

I had tried to rid myself of these thoughts, drown them out with other women, but none of them could compare to the memory of her. None of them could lace her shoes with the way she made me feel. Even the way she looks at me was more than enough to get me terribly hard.

Now she was here, sitting so casually on my couch, like she belonged right here, and hadn’t spent the last few days driving me out of my fucking mind.

I felt suddenly hot, even with the air conditioner hung at all angles of the room. It felt like the air had thickened, making every of my breath a struggle. I could already feel the sweat beading on my skin, the tightness in my chest growing with each second that passed.

What was she doing to me? And why was she here? Today of all days? I had to got to the Royal castle to speak to the council, but with her here… staring at me with that same hunger in her eyes… the pack might have to wait.

"Thalina," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended if to be. I took a slow step forward, my eyes fixed on hers, trying to maintain the control I was quickly losing. "What are you doing here?" I asked, acting as though I wasn’t the same one that gave her my card after she sucked the shit out of my cock days ago.

I had totally forgotten that I gave her the card, I’d have found a way to take it from her after I told her we couldn’t do what she wanted.

She uncrossed her legs, shifting slightly on the couch, and my eyes followed the movement, catching the tantalizing glimpse of more revealing skin. My breath hitched. Goddamn it. I shouldn’t be looking at all of that. But these eyes of mine seemed to be working with my cock! They reacted to every movement she made.

"I thought I’d come by for a little… visit." Her voice was light, playful, but there was nothing innocent about it. Visit? Why’d she come to visit me? She knew what she was doing. Every of her move, every look was designed to break me, and hell if it wasn’t working.

I took another step closer to her, trying to regain the control I had lost, but my body was betraying me, my cock hard and heavy against my pants.

I felt it twitch and pulse as her gaze dropped to my crotch, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips as if she was already tasting me.

Fucking hell! I wanted my cock in that mouth of hers.

I couldn’t fucking take it anymore. I had to grip the back of the couch to stop myself from launching at her. "You need to leave. Now.” I managed to grind out, my voice harsh with the effort it took to hold back.

She stood slowly, her skirt hiking higher as she stretched, and my eyes followed just as before. My jaw clenched as she walked toward me, each of her step a deliberate taunt aimed to break all my defenses.

When she was close enough that I could smell her—feel her heat—I knew I was in trouble. A fucking big trouble.

But the hell? I wasn’t supposed to feel any wolf’s heat, or rather, my wolf was incapable of feeling anyone’s heat, hence I had no mate. But why do I feel this strange connection and attachment towards her?

I shook my head, it couldn’t be. I was overthinking.

She suddenly leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "Are you sure you want me to leave, Professor?"

I exhaled sharply, closing my eyes as the scent of her washed over me, reminding me of every sinful thing I wanted to do to her. She was the temptation I couldn’t shake.

And right now, I wasn’t sure I wanted to anymore.

Heaven help me, I was going to lose this battle. I will definitely lose it.

She stepped back suddenly, intentionally dropping the mini book she had in her hand. “Oops, that dropped.” She smiled softly.

My vision blurred like a tunnel, as I watched her turn around, her hips swaying with a deliberate slowness that pushed me to the edge of reason. And then she bent over, her short skirt rising just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her red panties—a sight that sent a sharp pang of need straight to my cock. My entire body tensed, my knuckles whitening from how hard I gripped the back of the couch.

"Stop," I hissed loudly, "If you don’t stop right now, I’ll make you regret ever stepping foot in this house." I growled. Heaven knows she was really going to regret it, because when I start, I wouldn’t stop until I was evenly satisfied.

She straightened up slowly, arching her back just enough to give that image of pinning her down there and fucking her senseless in that position, her crazily soft ass bouncing back and forth.

Damn it!

Without even turning to face me, her voice dripped with amusement. "Maybe I came here for just that, Professor."

Her words hit me like a freight train, and it was all I could do to keep myself from losing it right then and there. She was taunting me, playing with fire, and I knew if I gave in, this wouldn’t end well for either of us.

But the way she moved, the way her body practically begged to be touched—it was all too much. Too much to resist. I needed to give her what she was begging for… it was the exact thing I want.

Before I could react or even say a word, she turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine with that same wicked gleam that always set my whole body on fire. She stepped closer, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off her again. Once again, I ignored it. There was no way it’d be what it seemed like. Absolutely no way.

My breathing was ragged and rough, my chest heaving with the effort to maintain some semblance of control.

And then she wrapped her arms around my neck, setting my rock-hard cock between her thighs. Her lips hovered near mine, so close I could almost taste her, and the heat of her breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine.

It felt like the entire world stopped. I was on the verge of either giving in or tearing her apart for pushing me this far.

"I know you want this, Professor.” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine slightly, the faintest touch that had my entire body aching with the need to be inside her. "I know you want me, Daddy.”

I couldn’t fucking think straight anymore. Her words, especially the word ‘Daddy’, her scent, the feel of her body against mine—it was all too much. Every ounce of restraint I’d been clinging to for days crumbled to dust.

“Fuck it!” I growled.

I gripped her hair, yanking her head back as I crashed my lips against hers. The kiss was so hard, rough, filled with all the pent-up desire and frustration I’d been bottling up since the moment I laid eyes on her. I wanted it to be soft, tender, but not with the hunger burning inside of me. And Goddamn it! Her lips were just as I imagined it to be. The taste of her, the softness of her lips against mine, it was so damn intoxicating.

She moaned against my mouth, her body melting into mine as she kissed me back with just as much fervor.

Yes! That was it! There was no going back now.