Chapter 8

Lucas

The lecture hall fills slowly, the murmur of student voices growing as they settle into their seats. I arrange my notes on the podium, the familiar rustling of paper a stark contrast to the restless energy thrumming through my body. My eyes flick to the door every few seconds, anticipation building with each passing moment.

A gust of air from the opening door carries her scent to me, and my fingers tighten on the edge of the podium, the wood creaking under my grip.

Sarah.

My gaze snaps up, tracking her movement as she enters the room. The soft blue of her blouse makes her eyes seem even brighter, and a loose tendril of hair escapes her ponytail, curling against her neck. My hands itch to brush it back, to feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips.

Our eyes lock across the room, and a faint pink tints her cheeks. The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I have to stifle a growl that threatens to escape my throat. She takes her seat, and I force myself to look away, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Good morning, class," I manage, my voice rougher than usual. I clear my throat and try again. "Today, we'll be discussing the implementation of technology in adaptive learning environments."

I begin the lecture, but my words feel mechanical, automatic. My eyes keep drifting back to Sarah, catching on the way she nibbles her pen cap, the slight furrow of concentration between her brows. Each tiny movement sends a jolt through me, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin.

I pace in front of the class, trying to channel my restless energy into movement. "The key to effective adaptive learning is understanding the individual needs of each student. Technology allows us to gather and analyze data on a scale that was unimaginable just a few decades ago."

As I speak, I can feel Sarah's eyes on me. Her gaze is almost tangible, leaving a trail of heat across my skin. I turn to face the class, our eyes meeting briefly, and for a moment, the rest of the room fades away.

"Can anyone give me an example of how AI might be used in an adaptive learning system?" I ask, scanning the room. My heart rate picks up as Sarah's hand rises, slender fingers stretching towards the ceiling.

"Yes, Ms. Mitchell?"

"AI could analyze a student's performance data and adjust the difficulty or style of content presented," she answers, her voice sending a shiver down my spine. "This could create a more personalized learning experience for each student. For example, if the AI detects that a student consistently struggles with visual learning but excels with auditory information, it could adjust the presentation of future lessons accordingly."

Pride swells in my chest, mingling with the constant ache of desire. My wolf preens at our mate's knowledge and insight. "Excellent point, Ms. Mitchell," I say, my voice husky. "AI's potential in education is indeed vast. The ability to tailor content to individual learning styles could revolutionize our entire approach to education."

As the lecture continues, the air feels thicker, charged with an invisible current. Every inhale is filled with Sarah's scent, making it harder to focus on the lesson. My wolf claws at my insides, demanding action, demanding her. I grip the edge of the podium, knuckles turning white with the effort of maintaining control.

I catch Sarah shifting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The movement draws my eye, and I have to force myself to look away, to remember where we are and who else is in the room. But the image of her smooth legs lingers in my mind, taunting me.

I hadn't realized how difficult it would be to stand near her and maintain the facade of professionalism, when all I want to do is claim her.

By the time I dismiss the class, my shirt clings to my back with a fine sheen of sweat, my muscles tense with the effort of maintaining control. As the students file out, chattering about the upcoming assignment, Sarah lingers, her movements slow and deliberate as she packs her bag. Is she as reluctant to leave as I am to let her go?

I hope so, because I don't think I can wait any longer.

"Ms. Mitchell," I call out, surprised by the steadiness of my voice. "A word, please?"

She approaches my desk, and the shortened distance between us makes the air crackle with tension. Her pulse jumps visibly at the base of her throat, and I fight the urge to press my lips to it, to feel her life force beneath my mouth.

"Yes, Dr. Morgan?" Her voice is soft, breathless, sending another wave of heat through my body.

I lean in close, pitching my voice low so only she can hear. The scent of her shampoo, floral and sweet, fills my nostrils. "Meet me in my office in ten minutes. We need to talk."

Sarah's eyes widen, her pupils dilating slightly. A quick inhale, the rise and fall of her chest more pronounced. She nods, a quick, jerky movement, and I catch the hitch in her breath as she turns to leave. The sway of her hips as she walks away is mesmerizing, and it takes all my willpower not to follow her immediately.

As the door closes behind her, I brace my hands on the desk, taking deep breaths. The wood grain beneath my palms is cool, grounding. Ten minutes. Just ten more minutes of restraint.

Then, student or not, we'll face this head-on. Because the pull between us has become too strong to ignore, too powerful to deny.

The walk to my office feels like an eternity. Each step is a battle between my human side, urging caution, and my wolf, demanding I run to her. As I round the corner, I see her.

Sarah stands outside my office, her back to me, one hand fidgeting with the strap of her bag. Even from here, I can smell her anticipation, her nervousness... her desire.

I clear my throat, and she spins around, her eyes wide. "Dr. Morgan," she breathes.

"Ms. Mitchell," I nod, keeping my voice level as I approach. A couple of students pass by, and I'm acutely aware of their curious glances. I unlock the door quickly, gesturing for Sarah to enter. "After you."

She steps inside, and I follow, closing the door behind us. The soft click of the lock sliding into place seems to echo in the sudden silence.

For a heartbeat, we just stare at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, something inside me snaps.

In two strides, I'm across the room. My hands find her waist as I push her against the door, my mouth claiming hers in a kiss that's been building since the moment she walked into the lecture hall.

Sarah gasps against my lips, but her surprise quickly gives way to passion. Her arms wind around my neck, pulling me closer as she returns the kiss with equal fervor.

I growl low in my throat, the sound more wolf than man. One hand slides up to tangle in her hair, freeing it from its ponytail. The other grips her hip, holding her firmly against me.

"Lucas," she moans as I trail kisses along her jaw, down to the pulse point at her neck. The sound of my name on her lips is intoxicating.

"Sarah," I breathe against her skin. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Her only response is to arch against me, her body molding to mine perfectly. I can feel the rapid beat of her heart, smell the sweet scent of her arousal.

As our kisses grow more fervent, my hands roam over her body with a hunger that I can't contain. My fingers find the buttons of her shirt, deftly undoing each one with ease.

My breath hitches as I finally expose the creamy expanse of her skin, her blouse falling open to reveal the tantalizing lace of her bra. My fingers trace the lace's edge, my cock twitching at the sight of her delicate curves straining against the flimsy fabric.

"Exquisite," I growl, my voice barely recognizable, even to my own ears. The wolf within me is clawing at the surface, desperate to claim what's ours, but I hold him at bay, wanting to savor every moment of this seduction.

I slide the straps of her bra down her shoulders, letting the garment fall to the floor. My gaze locks onto hers, my hands cupping her breasts, my thumbs circling her rosy nipples until they harden into tight buds under my touch.

Lowering my head, I take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before sucking hard, eliciting a sharp gasp from Sarah. The sound of her pleasure is like a drug to my senses, fueling my desire for her.

I move to her other breast, giving it the same attention, my free hand roaming down her body, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt, teasing the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"Lucas," she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that fans the flames of my desire. Her hands tug at my tie, her fingers deftly undoing the knot before moving on to the buttons of my shirt.

I shrug out of my shirt, her eyes drinking in the sight of my bare chest, her hands exploring the ridges and planes of my torso with a reverence that makes me feel like a god.

Her touch is electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my groin, my erection straining painfully against the confines of my pants. I grind against her, letting her feel the effect she has on me, my mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss that leaves no doubt about the depth of my desire.

The taste of Sarah's lips is a drug to my senses, and I find myself craving another hit. "I need to taste you again," I growl against her mouth, my voice thick with desire. "Every sweet inch of you."

Her breath hitches, and I scoop her up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the leather couch. Our kiss is a fiery tangle of tongues and heated moans, a prelude to the pleasures that await us.

I lower her onto the cool leather, her body sinking into the cushions, and then I'm on my knees before her, my size making it easy to claim her mouth once more. My hands roam over her body, fingers tracing the edge of her skirt, teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs.

"Lucas," she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that fans the flames of my desire. "I want you so much."

"And you'll have me, mate," I promise, my voice a low rumble. "But first, I'm going to feast on your perfect pussy until you're screaming my name."

Her eyes darken with lust at my words, and I can't help but grin as I slowly hike up her skirt, baring her to my hungry gaze. I hook my fingers under the lacy edge of her panties, tugging them down her legs with aching slowness, my eyes never leaving hers.

Once she's gloriously naked from the waist down, I spread her thighs wider, revealing the slick, pink folds of her pussy. "So fucking beautiful," I murmur, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants at the sight of her wet and ready for me.

I lower my head, my tongue darting out for a taste. She's exquisite, sweet and musky, and entirely addictive. I groan against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations eliciting a sharp gasp from Sarah.

"Oh, god," she moans, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lavish her pussy with long, slow licks. "That feels incredible."

"Sarah," I whisper, my voice a harsh rasp against the quiet of my office. "You taste so fucking good, but we have to be quiet."

Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine. She nods, biting her lower lip in an attempt to stifle the moans that threaten to spill from her lips.

I hum in approval, my lips closing around her clit, sucking gently as I slide two fingers inside her tight channel. Her hips buck off the couch, her body welcoming the intrusion with a slick warmth that has me aching to bury my cock deep within her.

"You're so wet for me, Sarah," I murmur, my words muffled by her flesh. "So ready to be mine."

"Yes," she murmurs. "I need your cock inside me. Please, Lucas."

Her pleas only spur me on, my fingers pumping in and out of her pussy in a rhythm that matches the flicking of my tongue against her clit. I can feel her muscles tightening around my fingers, her body coiling like a spring as she nears the edge.

With a final, punishing suck on her clit, I send her hurtling over the precipice, her orgasm ripping through her. Her whimpers of pleasure fill the room, the sound of my name on her lips a sweet melody to my ears.

As her tremors begin to subside, I rise up over her, my eyes locked on hers as I free my aching cock from my pants. I stroke myself a few times, my eyes rolling back at the sensation of my own hand on my shaft.

"Watch me," I command, my voice ragged with need. "Watch me claim you, Sarah."

Her eyes are glued to where my cock is poised at her entrance, her pussy still fluttering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. With one powerful thrust, I bury myself inside her to the hilt, the tight, wet heat of her pussy an exquisite torture.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I grunt, my hips snapping against hers as I establish a rhythm that's as old as time itself. "So perfect."

Sarah's hands roam my body, her nails scoring my back through the fabric of my shirt, the slight sting only serving to heighten my pleasure. "Harder," she begs, her voice a throaty whisper that I can't ignore.

As I thrust into her, each stroke fueling the fire that burns between us, my wolf prowls just beneath the surface, urging me to claim her, to mark her as ours forever. The beast within me growls in approval at the sounds of her pleasure, the way her body responds to my touch, but I know we must be cautious.

I lean down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her gasps and whimpers as I pound into her tight, wet heat. My hand slides between our bodies once more, my fingers finding her clit, stroking and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with precision.

"Come for me, mate," I command, my voice a low rumble that vibrates against her skin. "Let go, love. I've got you."

With a final, stifled cry, she obeys, her body convulsing around mine, the waves of her orgasm milking my cock, dragging me over the edge with her. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, muffling my own groans as I find my release, my cock pulsing inside her, filling her with my seed.

"You're mine, Sarah," I growl.

As the tremors subside, I carefully shift us so that I'm lying on the couch, Sarah's body draped over mine, her head resting on my chest.

Our bodies fit together perfectly, the length of her pressed against me, the soft curves of her form melding into the hard planes of mine. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her back as we both catch our breath.

As our breathing begins to slow, I press a gentle kiss to the top of Sarah's head. "You're amazing," I murmur. "Absolutely incredible."

Sarah lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine. A soft smile plays on her lips, but then it falters slightly. "Lucas," she says, her tone more serious, "what about your job? Is it... is it okay for us to be together like this?"

I cup her face gently, my thumb stroking her cheek. "Sarah, I won't lie to you. This is complicated. But you're my mate, and that trumps everything else. We just need to be discreet."

She bites her lip, worry clouding her eyes. "I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."

"Hey," I say softly, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. "Everything will be okay. We just need to keep this between us for now. Don't tell anyone, alright?"

Sarah nods, some of the tension leaving her shoulders. "Okay. I can do that."

I smile, leaning in to kiss her softly. "Good. Now, you know this wasn't exactly how I planned our first time, right?"

She raises an eyebrow, a hint of mischief returning to her gaze. "Oh? You had plans, did you?"

I chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest. "Of course I did. I wanted to take you to my home, to my bed. Somewhere I could properly worship you for hours, the way my mate deserves." My hands trail down her sides, savoring the feel of her soft skin. "Not that I'm complaining about this, but you deserve so much more than a quick encounter on my office couch."

Sarah's cheeks flush, but her smile widens. "Well, Professor," she says, "I don't have any complaints either. But..." She glances at the door, then back at me. "We should probably get dressed. Just in case."

I groan, but I know she's right. The last thing we need is someone walking in on us like this. Reluctantly, I loosen my hold on her, allowing her to sit up.

As Sarah begins to gather her clothes, I take a moment to admire her. The curve of her back, the way her hair falls in tousled waves around her shoulders – she's breathtaking, and she's mine.

I stand up, reaching for my own discarded clothing. "You know," I say as I pull on my pants, "this doesn't change anything about what I said before. I still want to take you home, to show you exactly how much you mean to me."

Sarah pauses in buttoning her blouse, her eyes meeting mine. "Is that a promise, Dr. Morgan?"

I cross the room in two strides, cupping her face in my hands. "It's a guarantee," I growl, before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

When we part, we're both breathless again. Sarah laughs softly, resting her forehead against my chest. "You're insatiable," she teases.

I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. "Only for you, my mate. Only for you."