Chapter 1

Emrys’ POV

I mouth-fucked my virgin professor last night and she has no idea.

The thought looped in my head like a filthy mantra as I leaned back in my seat at the back of the lecture hall, arms crossed over my chest, watching the woman at the front of the room adjust her glasses with trembling fingers.

Professor Mia Cromwell.

Blond hair pulled into a neat, severe bun. Nerdy black-rimmed glasses. A modest cream blouse buttoned all the way up, tucked into a pencil skirt that hugged her hips just enough to make my jaw tighten. She looked exactly like the woman who had dropped to her knees in that private lounge and sucked my cock like she was starving for it.

She had no fucking clue it was me.

I shifted in my seat, my cock already half-hard at the memory. Last night she had been drunk, clumsy, adorably eager, and so goddamn innocent it had taken every ounce of willpower I possessed not to bend her over and claim her properly. The mate bond had slammed into me the second her friend pushed her into my arms. It was sharp, undeniable, and completely inconvenient. A human. My professor. And a virgin, if her hesitant, wide-eyed reactions were anything to go by.

I was supposed to be keeping a low profile this final semester before I took on full Alpha Prince duties. One last taste of freedom. One night of anonymity behind a mask. Instead, I had found my mate on the same night I was supposed to be having meaningless fun.

Fate had a sick sense of humor.

Last Night

The bass thumped through the club like a second heartbeat. My friends had dragged me here, laughing and shoving shots into my hands, chanting about one last night of debauchery before I became the responsible future Alpha King of our pack. I had agreed mostly to shut them up. Wearing a black mask that covered the upper half of my face, I figured no one would recognize Emrys Sternwolfe, the heir who was never supposed to be caught dead in a place like this. I thought it would be a meaningless night of fun and nothing else.

I was wrong.

I noticed her the moment she walked in.

She stuck out like a sore thumb with a long-sleeved orange blouse tucked neatly into a tight black pencil skirt, blond hair in a prim bun, glasses perched on her nose. She looked like she belonged in a library, not a strip club. Her friend, a curvy brunette in a short red dress, was laughing and pulling her deeper into the crowd.

“A woman like that has no business here,” I muttered under my breath, eyes tracking her as she fidgeted with the hem of her blouse.

Throughout the night, my gaze kept finding her. While I performed on stage, grinding against the pole, rolling my hips to the beat, letting the crowd scream for me. The blonde woman sat at a table near the front, cheeks flushed, clearly uncomfortable. Her friend kept pushing drinks into her hand and whispering encouragement.

Then her friend spotted me during my set and, with a wicked grin, practically shoved the blonde toward the stage.

Our eyes met.

The mate bond hit me like a freight train.

A sharp, electric pull slammed into my chest, stealing my breath. My wolf surged forward, roaring mine. I nearly missed a step on the stage. She was human. She had no idea what she was to me. But my body knew. My cock hardened instantly behind the thin thong I was wearing, and I had to fight the urge to jump down and claim her right there.

Her friend winked at me as she pushed her forward. “Please take care of her. She needs to loosen up.”

I nodded, voice low. “I know exactly what to do.”

I took her hand and led her to one of the private lounges, closing the door behind us. The room was dimly lit, plush couches, soft music playing. She looked nervous, clutching her drink like a lifeline.

“What’s your name?” I asked, keeping my mask on.

“Mia,” she whispered, already tipsy.

I poured her another drink. It was something sweet and strong. She downed it faster than she should have. Within minutes, she was giggly, loose, and brave enough to try giving me a lap dance.

It was the most adorably terrible lap dance I had ever received. She was clumsy, unsure, blushing furiously as she tried to roll her hips. But the way her tight skirt rode up her thighs, the way her breasts pressed against my chest when she leaned in… it fucking destroyed me.

She reached for my cock, small hand brushing the thin fabric of my thong. “Can I…?”

I caught her wrist gently. “You’re drunk, Mia.”

“I want to,” she insisted, eyes glassy. “Just once. Please.”

After a long back and forth, my resolve cracked.

She tugged the thin thong aside with shaky fingers. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing. Mia stared at it for a long moment, lips parted, breathing fast. Then she wrapped both small hands around the base, stroking experimentally, feeling the weight and heat of me. Her touch was hesitant but curious, sliding up and down the length, thumb brushing over the swollen head and spreading the bead of precum that had leaked out.

“Fuck,” I hissed, hips twitching. The sight of her delicate hands on my cock was almost too much. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

She looked up at me through her lashes, cheeks flushed, then leaned forward and pressed a soft, tentative kiss to the head. My abs tightened. She licked her lips, tasting me, then opened her mouth and took the head inside.

The wet heat of her mouth nearly made me come on the spot. She sucked gently, tongue swirling awkwardly around the tip, clearly inexperienced but so damn eager. I groaned deeply, one hand gently threading into her bun, not forcing, just guiding.

“That’s it,” I rasped. “Just like that, baby. Use your tongue.”

She moaned around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. She took more of me, bobbing her head slowly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Saliva dripped down my shaft as she worked me, her hands stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her glasses fogged slightly. Her bun was coming loose. She looked utterly debauched, an innocent librarian, I guessed on her knees with a stranger’s cock in her mouth, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

I fought to stay still, letting her set the pace even as my hips wanted to thrust. Every clumsy swirl of her tongue, every soft gag when she took me deeper, every little whimper she made sent me closer to the edge.

“Mia… I’m going to come,” I warned, voice strained.

She didn’t pull away. Instead she sucked harder, looking up at me with those wide, glassy eyes. I came with a guttural groan, spilling down her throat in thick pulses. She swallowed every drop, coughing softly but staying on me until I was spent.

She passed out shortly after, smiling softly against my thigh. I carried her back to her friend, who looked equally drunk but gave me a knowing grin.

I should have let them go.

Instead, the fresh mate bond pulled at me like a chain. I followed the Uber discreetly, using my werewolf speed and senses to stay hidden in the shadows, making sure she got home safely. That was how I learned exactly where she lived.

Present Day

And now here she was. My new professor. Standing at the front of the lecture hall, adjusting her glasses with trembling fingers as she introduced the course.

I leaned back in my seat, a slow smile spreading across my face.

Professor Mia Cromwell had no idea the masked man whose cock she had sucked so sweetly last night was now sitting in the back row of her class, already planning exactly how I was going to ruin her for anyone else.

This semester was going to be very interesting.