Mated to my Sexy professor

Elena's POV.

There I was on this Sex Lord bed his blue eyes pierced on mine. But much worse. With him touching me. As I gazed into his eyes I felt a shiver run down my spine, something I have never felt before, even with that bastard that cheated on me.

I can't help but notice the way his messy black hair curls slightly at the nape of neck. Jeez! I felt like playing with his hair badly.

The only thing I wanted now was to scream his name on the top of my lungs till he made me cum.

The ache down in my core was becoming painful and I was so wet that my thighs were turning slippery.

He wasn't talking, just looking. His dark brows snap together. "You haven't cum before?" I shook my head.

I felt a flutter in my chest as he whispers, "I will make you cum," his voice low and husky.Half asleep, my mind wandered back to today's events, and I couldn't help but replay the image of his lips on hers.

My annoyance grew, and I muttered under my breath, "I hate you, bastard." In a moment of anger, I even thought to myself, "If I had my way, you would be dead." My mind was racing with bitter thoughts, fueled by jealousy and resentment.

"Are you thinking of anyone else? Kitten," he asked as he spanked my ass, snapping me back to reality.

I shook my head wondering where he got that name from. Was I that small?

I watched as he slowly removed his suit. As he took off his white shirt, his shoulders were broad and he had a chiseled chest. I licked my lips. I wanted to trace his abs. This wasn't my first time having sex, but there was something about him that made me yearn for him.

"Your body needs mine, I'm going to make it all better." He groaned. He was unlike that idiot who cheated on me. Sex Lord, on the other hand, made me horny by just by staring at me. While that idiot and I had to watch a porn before we could have sex, and yet, he still cheated on me.

He leans down and captures my mouth in a hard, seeking a kiss. "You were made for me, darling," he grates when he pulls away.

His eyes trailed its gaze down to my boobs, he looked at it as if it was a treasure, and it made me feel very much vulnerable.

He moved back, raking his hands along his head, making it more messy.

My chest shudders up and down as he moves closer and closer till he closes the gap between us.

He leans down and hooks his finger in the waistband of my panties, tugging them down my thighs, knees, calves, and ankles...before dropping them to the floor.

What's he going to do with me? Anything he wants? The painful truth was that I would allow anything. More moisture coats my thighs under his body. His jawline was strong and he had well defined cheekbones.

His watchful blue eyes and he groans, falling to his knees on the floor, lunging forward on his elbows to lick me straight up the center.

A scream catches in my throat, my vision wavering. H-he licked me. There. A sensation I've never known gathers in my middle, a storm full of thunderheads preparing to break.

Sex Lord was alternating between the gentle suction and rolling the flat of his tongue over me, side to side, teasing it with quick, little flickers.

"Oh my Gosh," I scream, my head thrashing

"My Gosh, my Gosh, my Gosh."

"Wrong name baby girl, Gosh isn't making you feel this way, I am." I tried to moan out his name but for some reason, all I could say was. "Oh my Sex Lord, Oh my Sex Lord."

That seemed to drive him off the edge because he pressed my knees wide on the bed, the pink folds of my femininity blooming open for his blessed tongue.

His expression is almost feral as he licks the gloss off my thighs, savoring it like communion, his nostrils flaring, fingers tightening on my knees like he can't help it.

And then he goes back in for more, tucking his tongue inside my opening and wiggling it around until my back arches off the bed.

"I'll do anything," I was not even sure what I was asking for. "Please, please. I'll do anything.

He moans into a thorough lick, the pupils of his eyes having bled into the blue irises, making them black. Sweat dots his brow, his big shoulders heaving.

He made a 'V' with his fingers using it to open me up even more. My body explodes like an atom bomb, my senses shooting out in five directions, that wire inside me snapping, finally finally snapping.

My scream brings pain to my ears, but I can't stop. I can't stop rubbing my convulsing flesh all over his tongue, and can't stop my legs from trying to gather him closer. All the while, he's snarling and lapping at me, the lower half of his face covered in my essence........

*********The early morning sun shines directly in my eyes and I groaned, "Mercy please drop the curtain," I mumbled, tossing around.

But I didn't hear any footsteps. I opened my eyes and yelled, "Mercy!"only to realize I wasn't at the hostel.

I groaned, covering my face, feeling disoriented. I turned around and saw him fast asleep, and I couldn't help but admire his long eyelashes. How can someone be this handsome even at sleep?

I had to restrain myself from reaching out to touch him, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber.

I slowly got up, dragging my sore legs over to where my dress was, trying not to make any noise and disturb him. I could swear I have bruises in between my legs right now.

I put on my dress and stared at myself in the mirror, only to spot a love bite on my neck.

"Oh my goodness!" I exclaimed, using my hands to try and rub it away, but it was still there. I felt a surge of anger and embarrassment. "How could he?" I thought to myself.

I turned around to face him, feeling like hitting him and screaming at him. "Is this how he treats every stranger he meets, giving them a love bite? This was just a one-night thing, what do I do?" I groaned, feeling frustrated and mortified.

I watched as he turned around, and I held my breath, closing my eyes, hoping he was still asleep. I slowly opened my eyes, and he was still asleep, and I let out a sigh of relief.

I really have no intention of forming ties with this man, even though last night was wild.

This was my first time trying something like this - he was just an attractive stranger I had picked up from the bar, and now this idiot gave me a love bite!

"I can't believe I had sex with a stranger! Who does that? Definitely me, Elena! I was so upset about what happened earlier that I went to the bar, forgetting I have a low tolerance for alcohol. I got drunk and ended up with this...this...sex lord! Ugh! And to make matters worse, he gave me a love bite! How could he?!"

My phone beeped, and I picked it up, my eyes widening as I read the message.

My gaze darted back and forth between the stranger and my phone.

Elena's POV.

The message was from Mercy, my friend and voice of reason, reminding me that we had class. I couldn't believe I had forgotten! I rushed out of the room, careful not to disturb the stranger, and made my way to campus.

As I sat down in the cab, I noticed thirty missed calls from Mercy. I could almost hear her voice in my head, scolding me for my forgetfulness. I chuckled to myself, knowing I had some explaining to do.

As the cab sped towards campus, I realized I didn't have much time to spare. I wouldn't be able to stop by my room to freshen up or collect my thoughts.

I arrived on campus and made my way to the pharmacy. I approached the counter and gave the lady a confident smile.

"I need some contraceptives pills, please," I said, trying to sound assertive.

"Your card?" She asked, and I handed it over. As she looked at my ID, her eyes widened, and I knew exactly what she was thinking: "What is an 18-year-old girl doing needing contraceptives?" But I ignored her judgmental gaze, playing with my hair nonchalantly.

She handed me the pills with a disapproving expression, but I just ignored her and swallowed the pills. After that I tucked the empty packaging into my bag.

I wasn't about to get pregnant by some random stranger and ruin my life. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and steeled myself before stepping out of the pharmacy.

As I approached the hall, Mercy spotted me and rushed over, wrapping me in a warm hug.

"Where have you been? I've been worried sick about you!" she exclaimed, her eyes scanning my face for any signs of trouble.

I forced a reassuring smile and lied, "I'm fine, Mercy. Don't worry about it." Yesterday's event flooded my mind and I felt irritated.

But she knew me too well, and her piercing gaze saw right through my facade. "Are you sure you?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "Elena you can talk to me."

"I know, Mercy. I'm fine." Mercy's eyes narrowed, but she mercifully didn't push the issue.

I wondered if she would judge me if she found out I took out yesterday's anger and betrayal by having sex with a stranger.

As we walked towards the hall, memories of last night came flooding back, and my body betrayed me, responding to the mere thought of him. My legs felt hot, my nipples hardened, and I couldn't believe I was craving him again. I quickly composed myself.

As we entered the classroom, I made a beeline for the seat beside Mercy, deliberately avoiding Anna. It was hard to believe that the people who had been my friends since childhood, who had shared so many happy memories with me, were now the source of my pain.

Anna, with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, walking towards us, she was the worst of them. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to confront her, to scratch her face and demand an explanation.

But before she could even take her seat, Mercy stood up, her voice firm and commanding. "I'm sorry, Anna, but you can't sit here."

Anna's eyes widened in feigned surprise, "What?" She exclaimed.

"What's what? Don't you have any atom of shame?

How dare you have the audacity to show your face here after what you have done?"

"How can you say that? What did I do?" she asked, playing the victim.

I had to admire her acting skills - she deserved an award for Best Actress of the Year. If I hadn't seen her betrayal with my own eyes, I might have fallen for her act. But Mercy wasn't having it.

"You know exactly what you did, Anna. And there's no place for a betrayer like you here."

Anna's eyes locked onto mine, her voice laced with feigned innocence. "What betrayal are you both talking about? Elena, please, what did I do?"

Anna, Mercy, Adams and I are all friends, In Fact we have been friends since childhood. I didn't want our secrets aired out in class, fueling gossip and snickers.

"Nothing," I mumbled bringing out my book, trying to avoid the scene.

"I thought as much, Mercy just loves creating scenes." Her gaze darted to Mercy who was standing here tapping her foot, her eyes blazing with anger. "You love attention," and then she fixed her gaze back at me.

"Why aren't you sitting with Adams? What's up?" She asked.

I glared at her, my irritation simmering. I stood up, bag in hand.

"Elena, where are you going? Did I say something wrong?" She demanded but I ignored her. Anna yanked me back, my belongings spilling out.

Before I could react, she pounced on the contents, her eyes widening as she stared at the empty contraceptive packaging.

The classroom fell silent, all eyes on us. Mercy's stern expression and Anna's accusatory gaze clashed.

Before I could kneel down and pick the contraceptive Anna picked it and held the empty contraceptive packaging aloft, her voice ringing out across the classroom.

"Why do you need contraceptive pills, Elena?" she asked, her tone accusatory and loud. I tried to snatch it back, my face burning with shame, but Anna dodged me, her grip firm.

"Mind your business and give it back to me!" I demanded, but she just shook her head, a sly smile spreading across her face.

"Last night, Adams and I were studying with some students, and it only means one thing: Elena, you had sex with someone else last night!"

The classroom erupted into gasps and whispers, all eyes fixed on me. I felt my world crumbling, my secrets exposed for all to see. Mercy's expression turned from stern to shocked

"What?" I heard a deep voice behind me.

As I turned to face Adams, our eyes locked in a tense stare. His face was a picture of shock and disbelief, his mouth agape and I swallowed hard.

Derek's POV.

I muttered the words "Lunar Crest Academy" as I walked through the gate, my eyes darting to my phone to check the time. With a weary sigh, I continued inside and approached the receptionist, who was blushing profusely.

"Where is the principal's office?" I asked sternly.

She pointed down the hall, her eyes raking over my body in a way that made me raise an eyebrow. I could have sworn she licked her lips, and I chuckled to myself - this was a reaction I was used to getting from women. I nodded, adjusting my sunglasses as I walked towards the principal's office.

I knocked on the door, and a harsh voice replied, "Who's there?"

"Derek Danvers," I said, letting out a low whistle.

The door burst open abruptly, and a man apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry, sir! I'm so sorry! I.. I did not know you were the one." I could hear gasps from the others in the room.

I raised my head, and my gaze met a man and a woman, but I ignored them, focusing on the man in front of me. "It's fine, Mr...?" I paused, not knowing his name.

"Mr. Owen," he replied, his eyes tinged with fear.

"You are the principal right?" I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity.

"Yes, I'm the principal."

I nodded, taking a seat opposite him, crossing my legs. My gaze shifted to the two strangers, their mouths still wide open in shock.

"We prepared your documents; all you need to do is sign and indicate which class you'd like to teach," Mr. Owen explained, handing me a contract. I nodded, taking the contract from him. "Sir, we've also arranged your apartment," the principal added.

I let out a weary sigh, closing the contract. "Can you keep quiet for a minute? Let me read this," I said, slightly irritated.

The man apologized, "Sorry, sir," and I rolled my eyes, focusing on the contract in front of me.

I wasn't even interested in this charade, but I dropped the contract and signed it anyway. "I'll resume tomorrow," I said, my tone detached.

Mr. Owen nodded, "Thank you." As I stood up, he added, "My regards to Sir Richard."

My eyes blazed with fury as I turned to him. "When you see him, you greet him yourself," I spat through gritted teeth.

The man apologized again, "I'm so sorry, sir," but I just raised my hands in exasperation.

Richard was my elder brother, and I resented how no one could mention my name without bringing him up, as if he was some kind of lord. He always overshadowed me, and I seethed with resentment.

As I walked away, I overheard one of them whisper, "Sir, who's that?"

"He's the youngest son of the Alpha of the Moonlit Howlers pack," the principal replied, his voice full of reverence.

"Oh my," the first one exclaimed, and I shook my head, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. We are the strongest pack on the continent; no one dares cross paths with us, and wherever we go, we command respect. I walked out of the building, waving at the receptionist, who giggled and blushed. I chuckled and continued to my car.

I slammed the door behind me, and my phone beeped. I pulled it out, and my anger surged when I saw the video of Richard showing off his new bodyguard squad on social media. I gritted my teeth, feeling a familiar resentment simmering inside me.

I had asked my father for a bodyguard squad, but he told me to prove myself worthy first. That's why I was stuck in this damn school. And yet, here he was, giving it to Richard without hesitation! It was like he was constantly rubbing it in my face that I was the illegitimate son, the lesser son.

Why did Richard always get everything handed to him on a silver platter while I had to fight for every scrap of recognition?

I felt like lashing out, my muscles tensed as I started my car and sped off. "If only my mother did not have an affair with him... if only!" I muttered to myself, the anger and frustration simmering inside me.

I pulled into a nearby bar and slammed the door behind me, taking a seat at the counter. "Two bottles of vodka," I growled, and the bartender nodded, quickly serving me.

I had only taken one shot when someone wrapped their arms around me from behind. I instinctively placed my hands on their wrists and pulled them away, turning to face the person.

To my surprise, it was a young, beautiful woman. I let out a low hiss, my eyes narrowing. I wasn't attracted to ladies, let alone this drunk lady who was now swaying unsteadily in front of me.

My mind raced with thoughts of my mother's infidelity and my brother's privileged life, fueling my resentment towards the opposite sex. I didn't need this right now. I just wanted to be left alone to drown my sorrows in peace.

"Why are you so handsome?" she slurred, trying to touch my face, and I flinched, recoiling from her grasp.

"Can you get away from me?" I yelled, trying to shake her off, but to my surprise, she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I struggled to break free, but she held on for what felt like an eternity. Finally, I managed to pry her hands off me.

"Tell me, who are you with?" I demanded, scanning the bar, and my gaze met hers in an instant. Before I could react, she leaned in and kissed me, her lips pressing against mine in a sloppy, drunken gesture.

I pushed her away, trying to extricate myself from the situation, but she just giggled and leaned in for another kiss.

"You're drunk," I said, trying to stand up, but she pinned me down, her arms wrapping around me like a vice.

"I want you," she whispered, slamming her lips against mine, and I kissed her back, my anger and frustration momentarily forgotten. My body responded, my cock rising to the occasion. Maybe this was a better way to lash out, to distract myself from the rage and resentment simmering inside me.

"Let's do this upstairs," I said, my voice low and husky, and she nodded eagerly, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I held her tight, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss, as I lifted her up and carried her towards the stairs.

*********My alarm blared, jolting me awake with a groan. I opened my eyes, reaching for the clock to turn it off, but my gaze landed on the time and my eyes widened in shock.

"Fuck!" I leapt out of bed, cursing under my breath - I was late for my first class!