All Chapters of One Lustful Night With My Alpha Professor : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Logan’s POV. Holding Rain’s waist, I screw my fingers into her, lots of her girl-cum lubing up my fingers. Fuck, her pussy is so wet for me. It makes my wolf growl, fighting me to come to the surface. The war with my inner beast becomes so intense I shut my eyes. I don’t think Rain saw anything. I can’t risk my bait finding out about who I truly am. Every human born in Oakdale is groomed to hate my kind, Rain is no exception. That’s why I have to make her fall for me and send her on a mission. She has to find the talisman moonstone for me in her father’s house. I’ll make her do it without question. My little one is already captivated by my charms. Like every other woman. The lustful look she gave me a while ago is living proof. She drank me in like I’m an ice cream, her pussy filled with juices of arousal. Now, she’s putty in my arms as I rove my fingers inside her. Fuck, my dick is as hard as stone, I’m definitely sure it can cut through this wooden desk. But I want to cut in

Rain’s POV. Fear has never felt this strong inside me. I never knew that fear can paralyze someone but now I’ve realized that. My God, I don’t know who's holding me prisoner in his arms but I can’t even protest as I’m paralyzed by fear. All I’m vaguely aware of is that the person is carrying me out of the dungeon with rapid steps. His heavy breath wisps through my face. I bite the inside of my tongue, searching for a means to stop my heart from racing so fast. We emerge in the woods with the stranger still carrying me. The moon has gone down which means I can’t even see the person’s face. “Let me go. Stop it!!” Finally finding the strength to agitate, I start bucking in the person’s arms. Whoever it is should let me go. Like a wall of resistance, the man refuses to let go. I buck and shriek, spearing my fingers into his skin but it appears useless because the person doesn’t buck. It takes forever for him to set me down on a fallen tree trunk. Immediately, I shoot to my feet,

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,

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

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