All Chapters of One Lustful Night With My Alpha Professor : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

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

Rain’s POV.The light, consistent knock on the door spurs me awake and I grunt, feeling the huge banging of my head.“Ouch!!” I grimace, my eyes narrowed as I rise from the bed.Who the hell is that? I stutter inwardly as the knock persists.“Ma'am, it’s already morning. The club managers are about to do a round check.” The person from the other sides says.I keep quiet, trying to figure out how ended up here. I feel so disoriented, like I had several shots of drink.“Seems she’s passed out. Guess we have to break the door down.” The person whispers under their breath and then I hear their fading footsteps in the hallway.I’m still sitting still, my mind whirling until everything about last night starts returning to my mind like a reel.The feeling of intimacy I felt from last night rushing through my veins.“Professor Logan.” I mutter.In desperation, I flit my eyes to the other side of the bed and I find it empty.“He's gone.” I realize, a lone tear dripping from my eyes.So he chos

Logan’s POV. The first night with my mate had been amazing more than I’d imagined or heard. I couldn’t let her slip away from my personal space, nor was I able to keep my lips off of her. Sadly, Rain was not in the least aware of that moment of complete intimacy because she was sex-drunk. I watched her doze beautifully, my scent on her undoing me. My father had told me what rutting with a mate felt like back when he was alive. “Son, rutting is the best feeling in the world. It offers otherworldly satisfaction knowing that woman alone belonged to you and no one else.” “You wouldn’t want to keep your hands off of your mate because every time she’s within reach, you’d be reminded of how pleasant your scent is on her. How well her feminine parts take you.”“You'd be reminded she’s the only person in the world that can make you tick, that she’s your soul-bond. Rutting with mates lets you know there’s only one person holding the key to your heart and that’s your mate.” I spent the res

Rain’s POV. My heart pounds in suffocating fear. My insides whirl and my breath grows hot against Professor Logan’s palms. Zeus pauses a few meters away from us, his nose poised in the air as if he's sniffing something. His ear is prickled, checking for any sound. For a moment there, I thought he was going to hear the ferocity of my beating heart. Hell will let lose if he sees me here, hiding and drenched with sweat from sexual torture. I don’t even know what to think yet what my father might do to me. Eyes fluttered like saucers, and I watch Zeus’s feet twirl on the tiled floor, veering towards us.Panic shoots through me. I buck in Professor Logan’s arms, trying to hide or run away before I’m caught. However, his grip is as firm as iron. My body magnet so hard on his, I can’t move. His hot breath ghosts over my ear as he whispers again. “Do not move. One move or sound from you then this shell will be out and he'll finally see us.” I still don’t understand what he means as I