Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 57 - Still Under My Rules

I'm in the woods. The full moon is shining in the sky, giving a silver-tone on the green of the leaves. The weather starts to become cold as the winter approaches, and the Arctic wind is cutting the skin of my cheeks, making them a little bit red. But I'm not worried about this now. I can solve this problem when I'm back to my bedroom with a bunch of skincare creams I have. In Ireland, the weather is even colder, and the winds even more aggressive, and I'm able to manage to have a beautiful, young, fresh, and soft skin.

At this moment, what I'm worried about is the sensation of being observed. I'm pretty sure someone is following every single step I make; however, I'm unable to see anyone or anything that would be stalking me.

I keep walking deep further in the forest, as it's my element as a Druidess, and the sensation of having a pair of fierce eyes watching me is getting even stronger. I hold tight my black cape around my body, and I ask with some authority in my voice hiding my annoyance:

Khawla: Who's there?

Silence...

I only can hear the howl of the wind.

I pass my eyes through the trees searching for who or what is following me. But it's in vain.

No one.

Nothing.

"Maybe I'm getting paranoid."

I keep walking and walking and walking. And I can't deny it anymore. Yes, indeed, someone is behind me at a certain distance. I turn again and ask at louder:

Khawla: Who's there?

A pair of fierce amber eyes comes from behind a tree. It's a huge black wolf. He doesn't seem friendly. He's growling, drooling, and showing his fangs at me. He's hungry, wanting to devour me...

I wake up scared.

Yes. I was being observed. Sebastian is laying down on the bed, beside me, on his elbow, looking at me in adoration, as I'm a goddess. And yes, my werewolf is very hungry, ready to eat me, but not in the same way as the wolf in my dream.

The eyes and the sensation of being followed were the reflex of reality, where my man was looking after my sleeping. It was the first time that I mixed my dreams with the real world.

"What does it mean?"

But I don't have too much time to think about it now, as Sebastian notices I'm awake and rolls over me kissing me passionately what I answer with much more passion. Our tongues are intertwined, dancing in harmonic rhythm. My hands slide to his back and, naughty, I scratch it, what only feeds more the flames of his desire.

But not now.

I pull him away playfully, to put some distance between us, and to regain my self-control. Tonight, I'm still on the control, and he has to fulfill each one of my wickedest desires. I try to be as bossy as I can:

Khawla: Not so fast, wolf! I'm still on the control. Don't forget it.

Sebastian takes a deep breath and passes his big strong hands through his dark black hair while the tip of his tongue wets his lips.

"Yeah, girl, he's trying hard to control his savage instincts."

I smile happily on this thought, and in knowing how much power I have over him.

Sebastian takes more some deep breathes before entering in the submissive role, that, definitely, doesn't match with his personality at all. He's the type of dog that doesn't accept a leash. He's the alpha male, the one in command, not the other way around.