Page 70 of In the Light of the Moon
Grading the papers from my Introduction to Irish Literature class, though, was proving to be more taxing than I thought it would be. I had to put in tremendous effort to not glower and keep my face and words pleasant when I knew that most were just doing the bare minimum. It was one of the many courses students could take to fulfill their graduation requirements, and if I had things my way, I’d cease teaching it immediately.
But, as they were required to take it, I was required to teach it. I was on tenure-track, but not there yet.
I began typing up my comments on my tenth final analysis paper of the day, one that was riddled with grammatical errors almost too ridiculous to be real. My head was throbbing, but the faster I got through this, the faster I could relax and focus on other things.
Although the pack hadn’t harassed Sylvie or myself since coming to my house, it felt like they were almost closing in. Their running on my land felt suffocating, and I trusted my Wolf too much to ignore the feeling of foreboding that’d come over me.
Though Antler Pointe was small, news of Sylvie’s classmate’s death had all but blown over. Hell, she had been in one of my classes, but even my students barely mentioned her. Let alone the other two that’d also gone missing this year. The more I thought about it, and the more Sylvie and I discussed it, the surer I was that the pack had something to do with all three disappearances. Sylvie always scoffed when I got overprotective, but I hadn’t been able to get Graham’s looks toward her out of my mind.
My eyes lifted from the screen, and my body turned toward my office door. A few seconds later, a soft knock came.
“Come in,” I said, all irritation leaving me in a blink. The power this witch had over me would have been frightening if I didn’t trust and love her more than anything.
It was still quite surreal that she knew about me being Wolf. That a few weeks ago, she’d let me knot and breed her without batting an eye.
I’d had two exes that were Wolf, so I knew what it was like to let that mask fall. To allow myself to half- or full-shift around another without really thinking about it. To talk about the other side of myself.
But I hadn’t loved either of them. Well, I supposed that I felt a platonic sort of love toward Juno. Regardless, no one compared to my mate who quietly closed my office door with a sweet smile on her face.
Her hair was down and framing her face and shoulders with thick, black curls. Her skirt swished as she walked, and her scent was already taking over the room. I inhaled, greedy for her as always, and the atrocious paper was already forgotten.
“How’s your day going, baby?” Sylvie let her tote bag fall to the floor and plopped down in the seat opposite my desk. It’d been a few days since she spent the night at my cabin, and having her in front of me almost left me panting. It was a stressful time of the year for both of us, but the reward of having her again kept me pushing through.
I pulled off my headphones and set them next to my laptop. “Shitty. And yours?” Though the head of the department was aware of our relationship, I hadn’t wanted to make things uncomfortable for Sylvie. School was important to her, and I didn’t want her last semesters to be difficult or awkward because she was with me. And I didn’t trust the students or faculty besides Juno to treat her the same if they knew.
Her deep brown eyes were warm, and her smile didn’t falter with my honesty. I didn’t lie to her. Now that she knew I was a shifter, there was nothing else I would hide from my mate.
“Just got back from picking up my graded paper from Faust’s office. You know that he required us to hand in hard copies? Who does that anymore?” Her bottom lip poked out, and a little furrow creased between her brows. Despite the irritation rolling off of her, I couldn’t help but smirk. My Sylvie was sweet, she was kind, and she was strong. Those things I knew already.
This side of her, though, was another one of my favorites. Pouty, whining, even sometimes bratty. Like the flashes of her anger, these moods often receded quickly. And like the rest ofher, I was absolutely smitten. Even when we bumped heads, which wasn’t often, I couldn’t help but catch myself adoring her all the same.
I shrugged, and she was already scoffing before I said anything. It made my own smile grow. “He’s old school, but I can understand. I’ve been staring at this fucking screen all day and have only gotten halfway done.” If I weren’t sharply opposed to dealing with the inevitable complaints from my students, I’d do the same thing.
“Oh, so you’re taking his side? I thought I was the one you loved.”
I gave her a dry look, but I couldn’t hide the lightness in my voice, “I wasn’t aware there were sides. What am I supposed to do, anyway?”
“Wield your power as my mate or something? I don’t know. I have to take another of his classes next year because of my schedule, and I’m already fucking dreading it.”
My little witch even crossed her arms over her chest, keeping up this pouting thing. I knew I was taking the bait, but I couldn’t resist. “You’re complaining about having to print out and come pick up a paper, Sylvie. Because you haven’t even mentioned your grade, I’m assuming you didn’t do as well as you wanted.”
Her lips twitched, “That’s beside the point. His class isboring. And I worked really hard on that paper!” She ran her eyes over me, and I saw the glint of something else. Her scent started shifting in a way that made my heart pick up.
Though she’d come to visit my office a few times, even had lunch with me, we both tried to keep our relationship and time at school as separate as we could. Well, aside from the first time we’d had sex.
Sylvie stood, and I watched her as she rounded the side of my desk and leaned her hip against it. Her nails, always painted that deep red, caressed the side of my face, and the scent of herarousal almost made me shiver. She bent at her waist and placed a tender kiss to my forehead and leaned into my ear, “Can I convince you to help me, baby?”
Without waiting for an answer, she sank to her knees.
I’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t imagined her doing this many times. Her sneaking away after a class and going to the next one with my cum dripping down her legs and the bruises from my grip on her hips. Why hadn’t we done this before, again?
Her elegant hands rested on the tops of my thighs and rubbed them back and forth. When she looked up beneath her dark lashes, her eyes were round and wide, “Please, Dr. Gealach? I’ll be good for you, I promise.” My dick jumped in my lap, and my mouth was actually fucking watering. This was what I meant when I said she put spells on me. Her voice was melodic, her scent and appearance so sweet. Even though I knew she was being mischievous and trying to rile me up, I was past the point of caring. That look in her eye when she stood from the chair told of some other intention, but when she unzipped my jeans and palmed my cock, I knew I’d just let it be.
The old desk that’d been in my office when I moved in was large, probably too big for the room itself. But the wood was expertly crafted, so I couldn’t bear getting rid of it. Plus, it would’ve been a hassle to get it out of the door.
I was more than grateful for it now, though, when Sylvie tucked herself right between my legs and all but hid under the thick wood. She pulled my hard cock out of my boxers and circled her hand around the base.
“I’ve wanted to suck your dick in here for so long. Will you help me and let me do this for you? Please?”
