Logan’s POV. My wolf has never threatened me the way it did today in class when I saw Rain walking into that shitty Yato's art class. By the sky, I nearly lost my shit when that happened, waging a war with my wolf. Anger becomes a living breathing thing inside me.“She wants to leave my class, huh?” I gush under my breath at the memory. While I was teaching the rest of the class, I only thought about Rain. I knew that horny asshole didn’t get his eyes off of her. I’ve warned him before to stay the hell away from Rain but he’s been an idiot by not following my instructions. He doesn’t know he’s playing with fire. Well, I guess I’ll have to make him feel the scorching heat of my fire. When I say stay away from Rain, I meant things like being her art teacher. I meant he should stop staring in her direction. But I’ll have my beta teach him a brief lesson. These were the thoughts I had in mind while blabbering rubbish in class today. My attention was divided between my jealous wolf,
Logan’s POV. I spend the remaining time locked up in my office. Lester has left to carry out his duties. Successfully, I've managed to push my wolf back into its barricade in my mind and several glasses of neat bourbon did the trick too. Actually, when werewolves battle with their other side, one of the things that helps keep them in check is alcohol. It dampens the desire to tear into someone’s flesh. I pace my office, gulping the hot drink and grunting. When I feel good enough, I sit back on my swivel chair and start going through my students' files. That’s when I came across something creepy on Rain’s file. She has two files that were mistakenly put together. In one of the files, her surname was Rain Wolfer while in the other, her other name was Hanks. Confusion brim me and I wonder what kind of mistake would that be. However, I can’t shake off the knowledge that the name Wolfer sounds familiar. Is there a missing dot in Rain's life? My curiosity peaks and I begin to dig
Third Person POV. Yato spent the evening at his favorite bar, drinking wildly and dancing to the rhythm of the blaring music without a single care in the world. He felt extremely delighted this evening for reasons unknown to him. He flirted with the waiters as he usually did, loving the attention they gave him back equally. His frolicking mood got to his friends who now began to question him. “Why being so…carefree tonight?” Damon, the brown-haired one asked. “Nothing man!” He yipped, drinking his shot. His eyes trailed to the waitress in a short mini-skirt passing by. Shooting out a hand, he smacked her buttocks, enjoying the way she squealed. His throat was wet with hunger as he studied the waitress's buttocks. Who didn’t know him in the bar? Yato loved sneaking around with the servers there. “Are you sure? I mean today is especially different.” Damon shrugged, tweaking a brow before grabbing his drink. Smilingly, Yato tapped his friend on the shoulder. “Trust me, man. Thin
Kylie's POV. My friend, Rain is completely shy as we stand before Dark Side. We left the car so Lucien could park properly in the garage. Rain’s shivering, probably she’s regretting having come here with me but I did it to help her.Although Rain has no idea what I did behind her back today. Ever since I knew Rain, she had never had someone who genuinely loved her, well save for me. I love Rain and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make her smile. Aside from me, no one has ever truly loved my friend. Not her father and not her sister. And that trashy Killan too. When Killan came back to Oakdale about a year ago, I thought things would be different. I thought he felt genuine love for Rain but he ended up proving me wrong. This time around, I’m sure Rain feels something strong for Professor Logan and I needed to know if the man truly felt the same or if he's just like the rest. While I was informing Rain about the Dark Side in the school garage, I knew the professor was behin
Rain’s POV. Kylie brought me to a den of sin and temptation. I've never been in a room charged with so much sex hormones. The musky scents of the people enjoying themselves by taking pleasure from whoever they want assaults my senses. I stay dazed for a while, pretending to be drinking while I watch the scene. I’ve heard about swingers before, but this is my first time seeing them in real life. Married couples easily flirted and swung however they wanted. Every corner of the place is occupied. The only safe place happens to be the stage where strippers are whirling their flexible bodies like a vortex. Their asses jut into the air. Some men and women gather around the edge of the stage, sending their palms on their asscheeks. Some even insert a finger into the strippers' wet hole. That momentarily relief was cut short when ten Male strippers took the stage. My throat goes dry instantly when I see their cocks packed finely in their speedo. But what has me growing significantly we
Logan’s POV. My feet patter down the floorboards as I walk outside, closing my cufflinks. Lester isn’t where I left him. Hmm, he isn’t anywhere in the parlor too. Discarding the concern for my beta, I head outside. I have far more important things to bug myself with. My wolf gave me an ultimatum, find her or he goes into a comatose state. I can’t risk it for anything. The dark sky settles languidly over the dried earth and my moving feet stir wisps of dust as I amble to the garage. Surprisingly, standing before the rolling door of the garage is my beta, hands crossed over his groin. “Lester. What are you doing here?” I ask him with a slight huff of breath, aiming to get the key to my Audi from me. However, Lester skillfully avoids my reaching grips. “You look so good, alpha.” He says with humor, though his expression shows he meant every word he said. “Nice try. Can I have the keys now?” I attempt to grab it yet again but Lester draws back, saying.“Let me drive you there. With
The kinky room lays in a display of weird bondage sex images. My nerves are jumpy as I take in the models in bondage pants, chastity toys—especially the males, yokes, anal hooks, spreader bars, pussy clamps, bondage bed.I step closer, watching each of the pictures intently as my heart jack-knife against the wall of my chest. Grazing my fingertips at some of the pictures, I find out it’s somehow turning me on.Am I sort of insane? How can be so turned on seeing this?Granted, I’ve read several books on BDSM but I’ve never seen a picture or video on how it's being done.I swallow down the lump in my throat, unsure of what to expect from this one nightstand.I bring up the packet of condom and look sadly at it with a humming heart.That man out there looks like someone that can destroy me, can I really stand up to him?The flow of uncertainties through me nearly makes me gag out of fear. I pace to the window, watching the sprawling streets of Oakdale.I guess coming here tonight is a bi
Rain’s POV.I’m equal parts terrified and turned on by this man before me. For once in my life, I doubt someone’s true identity.Am I sure he is real? A human being?Am I sure those changes in his eye color are not real?I’m filled with uncertainties yet I’m spellbound by his gaze. He looks at me like a meal he wants to devour.My intuition never lied. The way he looked at me back at the stage it felt like he is the key to my destruction.It all feels like he can wreck me apart and put me back together. To think I love the idea of being ruined by him. Being ruined for other men.Professor Logan steps up to me, backing me up in the window pane. The buzzing and bustling of Oakdale people and town all tune out with him in my space. Larger than life. Dominating as a dictator.My nipples peaks with mind-blowing awareness, poking the fabric of the low cut trim dress I’m wearing.His Male and bergamot scent harasses my nostrils, sending tendrils of hunger through me. That hunger to lick up h