Chapter 21

Flora’s P.O.V

“Clay…” I looked around as I regained some of my senses. “We’re in the classroom…”

“The doors are locked.” He left a trail of wet kisses down my neck. “And I’ve disabled the cameras.”

“You’ve planned this through.” I moaned as he found a pleasure spot and sucked on it with deliberate slowness.

“You drove me half crazy, woman.” He groaned against my skin. “I knew I had to get you back before I lost myself.”

“We’re not mates.” I reminded him once again.

“For the thousandth fucking time, Flora,” he brought his face us to look me in the eyes; the wolf in his voice as he wrapped his fingers around my nape hauled me close. “I don’t give a shit anymore.”

With that, he pushed me down on the desk and climbed on top of me.

I gasped at the sudden movement but then Clay was covering my body with his and his lips were on top of mine. This time, however, I felt the scrape of teeth against my lips as his claws extended to slice down the front of my top.

I groaned in protest at having my dress torn but he just ignored it and cupped my breasts over my bra.

Oh well…I can always go back home in wolf form.

That thought was gone the next instant as I felt his erection pressing against my abdomen, wanting to break free. Reaching down with my hands, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper.

A growl vibrated against his chest as I felt claws against my breasts in warning.

“Why?” I asked hoarsely. “I want to pleasure you too.”

“I’m afraid I’m hanging on a very thin thread here, Flora.” His words were more of a growl, bordering on the edge of illegible. “I won’t be able to hold back if you put your hands on me.”

“Then don’t hold back.” I told him, a growl vibrating in my chest as my wolf rose to the surface. “I want to see you lose control as well. I want to know I’m not the only one who’s crazy with desire for you. And I’m certainly not as fragile as you think I am.”

Clay’s eyes shore a gold so bright that it was like watching a wolf’s eyes in the dead of the night. But then he climbed down from the desk and pulled me down with him. But just when I thought I might have killed the mood, Clay jumped back on to the desk and ripped his shirt off with his claws before lying down on it.

“Well, this is gonna be hella uncomfortable.” Clay mused. “But anything for my girl.”

I managed to smile even through the sexual tension as I climbed on top of him. I sat straddling his thighs as Clay clutched the desk above his head, from trying to reach for me. And then I used my own claws to slice through his pants and boxers to free his shaft from his restrains.

I swallowed at the sight of him. He was big and I wanted him inside of me. It was a good thing that wolves had really low fertility rates and couldn’t get pregnant without their mates or we would be wasting a lot of time finding condoms.

Taking his manhood into my hands, I pumped them slowly up and down his length. He was already stiff and pulsating, the tip shining with pre-cum. Clay groaned through clenched teeth, throwing his head back.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked nervously. This was my first time experimenting. Even during heat, I had only had sex as an escape, nothing else. But I didn’t was just an exercise to show affection, I wanted it to be liberating and excruciating. I wanted to feel complete in a way I had never felt before.

“No.” It was a growl. “Keep going.”

So I did. Pumping my fists around him, feeling the length of him harden and throb as came close to his release. So I released my pace but at the same time making sure not to use too much pressure. And then, just when he was arching his back off the table in need, the wood cracking under his palm…I stopped.

“Fuck!” Clay cursed a blue streak under his breath before lifting his head to look at me.

I made eye contact with him; momentarily getting lost in the forest green and still keeping the contact, lowered my head…stuck out my tongue…and licked the tip of his erection.

“Fuck!”

Clay came all over me; his back arched off the table and by the sound of wood cracking, this class was definitely going to need another desk.

But there was something about watching your man as he reached his peak…it made something inside me feel fulfilled. And I had no idea that giving him pleasure would be this much of a turn on for me. Fuck! I was dripping wet! But even after his release, Clay was still rigid under my palms.

So I wiped my face and tore the rest of my clothing before straddling his waist and positioning myself above him. Clay looked up at me through hooded lashed and as I lowered myself onto him, he reached with his hands to help me adjust better.

Maybe it was the position or the thrill of the new experiment, but as Clay buried himself inside me to the hilt, I felt complete, fuller than I have ever felt in my life.

A moan escaped my lips as Clay undulated his hips to let me know he was about to move. And we were riding the waves of pleasure, slow at first but then he increased his pace and I moved my hips to keep up with him.

It was a bittersweet union. Both pain and pleasure. And with our body and souls joined in this union, I couldn’t help but believe that maybe this was forever. That maybe we might come out of it safe on the other side.

It didn’t take long for the pleasure to build into a crescendo, taking us higher before crashing us to the ground. We had both been starved and finding a release didn’t take long. And when we reached our climax, I fell on top of Clay as he wrapped me securely into his arms, our bodies sleek with perspiration.

And wrapped in his arms, feeling the sweetest of bliss, I heard the words I thought I’d never hear again.

“I’m never letting you go.”