Three Mark

Pissed didn't even begin to describe how I felt. After spending nearly two hours in the Dean's office arguing with anyone who would stand still, I'd gotten literally nowhere. More than once, I'd threatened to get in touch with my family, hoping some of their influence would help. After all, my father had been a member of the board at one time.

However, I was told, in no uncertain terms, that they didn't care. Calling my father wouldn't magically create more rooms. When I asked them why they wouldn't just create more rooms magically, they threatened to take my scholarship away. After that, I had no choice but to vacate the premises.

But I was not happy. And I made that as clear as possible as I stomped back across campus, the grass wilting under my feet. Was I throwing a tantrum? Absolutely. Did I care? Fuck no.

As far as I was concerned, the powers that be had stolen my peace for the entire rest of the year. What was supposed to be my own private magical study so that I could pass my capstone with flying colors had now become a fucking den for the wolves. Literally. How was I supposed to concentrate on my work when I had a dog slurping his fucking Cheerios ten feet away?

It was going to be next to impossible to get anything done. Especially since he was the captain of the football team. I knew exactly what that meant. It meant he was loud, obnoxious, and had an ego big enough to fill the entire football stadium. All those jock boys were the same. And I had a feeling they'd be stopping by all the fucking time to hang out with him and make dudebro jokes.

But that wasn't going to stand with me. The moment I got back to the dorm room, I was going to lay down the fucking law. I had things that needed to get done and required my utmost concentration. I would not put up with all his asshole friends and stupid loud parties. They could go do that somewhere else. Some of us had lives we wanted to live, not just party at school before we went back to some backwater town to rot.

I threw the door open as I stepped into the dorm room.

"Alright," I said in my most commanding tone. "We need to come to an understanding–"

I stopped, my words falling away as I realized I was alone. With a scoff, I pushed the door closed, walking over to my bed. The least this asshole could do was be here when I wanted to yell at him.

Glancing about the room, I saw he was only partially unpacked. It didn't look like he had much, just a big duffel full of clothes and a backpack stuffed with whatever else. His bowl of soggy Cheerios still sat on his desk, no doubt the bowl and spoon stolen from the cafeteria. With a snap of my fingers, it disappeared and teleported back to the cafeteria. I wasn't exactly sure where it landed in the building, but I didn't really care. I wasn't going to let it sit there and curdle. No doubt, jock boy was used to his mother picking up after him.

My eyes fell on the bare mattress on his side of the room and the pair of boxers sitting atop it. They were probably where that awful wet dog smell was coming from. Although, I noticed he'd opened a window, so it was at least a little better. I stomped over, intent on stuffing the boxers into his duffel so I didn't have to smell them anymore. But the moment they were in my hand, I froze.

I got the sudden urge to smell them.

"Great, I've completely fucking lost it," I muttered, staring at the thin plaid fabric.

But I knew why the urge had taken over me. Because I was sad and horny, that's why. I'd spent so much time studying for the past three years that I never had time for anything else. Even the incubus I'd dated freshman year got tired of me after a couple of weeks. He was used to being irresistible, and I hardly noticed him sometimes.

Needless to say, I hadn't gotten laid in over a year. Possibly two if I thought about it, which I didn't want to do. And now I was rooming with this big hunky werewolf who smelled of wet dog, yes, but there was something else underneath it. The scent of his sweat with pheromones mixed in. Well, it was sort of enticing, to say the least. But I'd heard about werewolves and their animal attraction. Apparently, it wasn't easy to resist.

It was a good thing there were only three or four on campus then. Even so, they were probably responsible for just as much carnal fucking as the gaggle of sex demons. And they were always straight. That was the only downside to werewolves. Hot, hunky, and hung, but they only liked pussy.

Still, that didn't make me less horny. In fact, it made it a little worse. There was something about the idea of fucking a straight guy that turned me on. Maybe it was the taboo nature of it all or the idea of being so alluring that I could draw him over to the other side.

Not that I was going to kid myself. I was a skinny little witch who liked oversized hoodies and stuffed animals. I wasn't exactly the picture of attractiveness. Not to mention, I was scruffy and snarky at the best of times. A pissed-off opossum was more alluring than I was most days.

So this might be my only chance to know what he smelled like.

With a shaking hand, I lifted the wadded-up boxers to my nose. I closed my eyes, taking a deep whiff of the musk clinging to the fabric. The moment I did, my cock thickened, the deep earthy scent of his pheromones seeping into my brain. I couldn't help reaching down and stroking myself through the thin fabric of my jeans.

Fuck he smelled incredible. How was it possible that a mutt could be this intoxicating?

I hardly noticed as I unbuttoned my jeans, desperately pulling my rock-hard cock out and starting to stroke my shaft. Precum had already formed at the slit, and I wiped it away with my finger, bringing it up to my mouth to let the salty sweetness burst over my tongue.

Taking a few steps back, I fell onto my bed, the boxers draped over my face. With one hand, I continued to stroke, and the other slipped down between my legs, finding the tight pucker between my cheeks. I'd forgotten how long it had been since I took care of myself. The moment my finger caressed my soft entrance, I felt sparks shoot up my spine.

I thought of him and those massive arms, throwing my legs over his shoulders so he could line up that massive cock and take me. There was no time for a full-fledged fantasy, so I just got straight to the fucking. His cock would stretch me wide. Wider than I'd ever been before. And he'd pound my hole like it was the last time he'd ever see me. That's exactly what I wanted, too. I didn't want to date the asshole. I just wanted him once. That would be enough.

My grip tightened around my rod, increasing the friction as my fantasy werewolf picked up speed. At the same time, I pulled my fingers back, spit on them, and returned to my hole once more. With the saliva, they quickly slipped inside, a weak cry escaping my lips.

I needed to be fucked. It had been so long. But what I really needed right now was to cum. With the musky boxers draped over my face and two fingers in my ass, my wish would be granted in a few seconds.

A familiar heat rolled over my body as my muscles tightened and my back arched. I felt the familiar surge of magic build around me, setting all my nerves on fire. With a cry, my cock throbbed, coating my chest and stomach in cum. My hips rocked back and forth as I rode the orgasmic waves crashing over me. Although my eyes were covered by the boxers, I could feel the magic in the air swirling around me. I knew that if I looked up, I'd find the room full of golden specks of light, like stars drifting on the breeze.

Then I heard a knock at the door.

FUCK.

"Are you back yet?" I heard Dustin's voice call. "I forgot my key."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I was laying in my bed, covered in cum, with his boxers draped over my face like some fucking creeper. Jumping up from the bed, I forced my cock back into my jeans and pulled the boxers off my face. However, the moment I touched them, I felt the warm dampness of cum against my skin.

I'd accidentally cum on his underwear.

Fuck times a million.

"Just a second," I called, trying not to sound too panicked.

I couldn't put his underwear back, so instead, I pulled open my suitcase and chucked them into the void. I also peeled off my own cum-soaked shirt and tossed it in as well. Plunging my arm down to the shoulder, I rooted around in the darkness until I found one of the baggy hoodies I was so fond of. Pulling it on as fast as I could, I slammed the case shut and threw open the windows. That was the other bad thing about werewolves. They had a very delicate sense of smell. I had a feeling he'd know what I was up to no matter what I did.

Another knock at the door.

"Do I need to go get the RA?" he called. "I'm not fucking around."

I took one last deep breath, zipped up my jeans, and headed for the door. Twisting the knob, I yanked it open just as he was about to pound on it again.

"Stop being so fucking impatient," I barked, throwing the door aside. "My schedule doesn't come to a halt because you're too irresponsible to remember your keys!"

He just glared at me, those bright green eyes boring holes into mine. A wave of that musky smell of his washed over me, and I realized he was covered head to toe in sweat. My cock twitched in my pants again, revitalized by the sight of all those bulging muscles.

I knew I'd made a stupid mistake giving in to my urges. And now I'd think about it every time I saw him. Gritting my teeth, I stomped back to my bed, leaving him in the doorway. I knew I was pissed at myself for being such a horny fuck. But that didn't stop me from taking it out on him.

After all, if he'd just gotten his own room, I wouldn't be in this mess.