Teacher's Pet

Chapter Sixteen:

KATIE FOX:

Hearing him whisper my name, like that, set my insides aflame, with desire. I had never been kissed, before him, but he had awakened a dominative power, as he moaned my name, urging me to try my hand at his game, confidently.

I nibbled his bottom lip, putting what I felt him do into action. A noise, somewhere between a moan and a groan, freed itself from the back of his throat, my hand moving up his chest, partially lifting his t-shirt, instinctively.

His grip on me, tightened, his hands making their way along my spine and into my hair, as he continued to kiss me, playing with the strands. His touch was soft but effective, my back arching, my body pressing further into his. Lifting me up, against the wall, he began kissing my jawline, my legs wrapping around his toned waist, his rock-hard member against a very sensitive area, causing a moan to escape me, coming from deep in my gut.

Tilting my head to the side, allowing him better access to kiss my neck, his soft lips pecked roughly down my neck. As his lips reached the crease of my neck, right beside my jugular, causing me to gasp in pleasure.

He nibbled there, loud, melodic moans escaping me, my breathing heavy and labored. My whole body became a fire pit, giving me the unbearable need to take off my clothes. And that's when it happened. In one swift motion, giant teeth sunk into my neck, pain shooting down my spine, a squeak of discomfort coming out from my mouth.

My eyes widened, both in surprise and fear, my lungs threatening to hyperventilate. At that, I unwrapped my legs from his torso, hastily, dropping to the floor. Pushing him away, I gave him a look of fear before running out of the room, desperate to get away and try and make sense of what the hell just happened.

He began to chase after me, almost as soon as I fled, trying to catch up with me, as I ran down the spiral staircase. But my small and slender physique allowed me to be faster than him, in that moment, running straight out the front door, running around the corner of the house, and hiding there, my arms against the white brick wall, head against my chest as I hyperventilated.

I could sense he'd walked around, to the side of the house, where I was, before I even looked up to see him. The side of my neck felt sticky and wet, for some unknown reason. Reaching my hand up to touch it, a sticky, red liquid stuck to my fingers. Blood.

I gulped, nervously. What the hell even was he? What the hell was happening? I couldn't bring myself to look him in the face, fearing if I dared, I'd look back and see a monster.

"Katya," he begged. But I couldn't look at him.

Closing my eyes, my head against my chest, I had to ask him, even if I couldn't bring myself to look at his face. "What the fuck!" I yelled, angrily, feeling that that was the only possible sentence to describe everything I was thinking and feeling, in that moment.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, guilt seeping from each of the two words, at the same rate as the pain seeped from my wound.

He's sorry?! Fucking sorry?! He fucking BIT me – he drew blood and left deep bite marks in my fucking neck and he's sorry?! Those two words angered me so much, I turned to face him, his face reeking of shame, and spat "What even are you, some kind of vampire?"

His face contorted, in disgust, at the word 'vampire', his body flinching. "No." he said, flatly. "I'm a werewolf."

My eyes widened, in horror, at the realisation that his face held no signs of joking – He was being serious!

"No." I countered, defiantly, "Werewolves aren't real! Werewolves don't even damn exist!" my voice was squeaking, slightly, from fear, my hands trembling as they gripped onto the top of my hair.

He gave me a look of deep sadness, his jade green eyes fading to a yellow-green color. "I'm sorry," he repeated, his face as still as stone.

"I don't believe you," I choked out, refusing to believe what his face suggested was the truth, "prove it."

What a mistake. Like a flash of lightening, he started taking off his t-shirt and pants, sending a shock through to my system. His chiseled eight-pack and rock-hard pectoral muscles distracted me, momentarily, making my body scream with desire.

Shaking my head, to rid myself of the invading thoughts, I whisper-shouted "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm showing you," He spoke, softly and quietly, giving a melancholy smile.

"By giving me a damn strip show?" I hissed, completely flabbergasted, my arms flailing, wildly.

He gave a half-hearted chuckle, "Just watch."

I stared at him in a look that suggested he must be mad, holding his gaze as I did so, "Nuh-huh, no," I argued, turning around to face the other way. But, wait, I needed to give him a piece of my mind – he couldn't think that he could just get away with this by stripping, for me, surely?

I spun around, about to shout at him, but froze in my tracks, my whole body trembling at the sight I saw, before me: a giant black wolf. Staring straight at me. Stood eerily still. With very familiar, jade green eyes.

Alec.

No. I thought, my hands shaking viciously as they gripped my hair, tightly. No, this is not possible! Not coping very well, I began to pace, rapidly, back and forth, my shaking hand rubbing the stress out of my forehead. He was telling the truth?

From behind me, I could hear whimpering sounds from the wolf. Alec, I reminded myself. Looking at his soft, black furry face, his ears back, in sorrow, his jade green spheres searching deep within my own sky-blue ones, all I could feel was pity. But not self-pity, pity for him. I turned, facing the opposite way, trying to figure out what I'd even say to him, the pacing instinctively starting up again.

I suddenly stopped pacing, at the realisation that not only was he telling the truth, but I wasn't afraid of him. The truth was, I wasn't angry at him for hiding it from me, because there's no way I'd have believed him. I was angry at him because I just didn't understand what any of this meant.

I turned around, to face him, to find that he'd returned to his normal state, his body fully clothed, his gaze locking on mine.

"Okay." I spoke, nodding, softly, "Tell me everything."