Page 37 of The Wolf Professor

Max braced himself against the wall with one arm now, the other pumping frenziedly at the cock she couldn’t quite catch sight of…

That didn’t stop Charlie’s body joining in.

Spreading her folds with her fingertips, she rubbed the little swollen nub, matching her rhythm to his, chasing a mutual pleasure that was as old as time.

And even though she couldn’t see the whole glorious show, she knew the moment when his orgasm hit from the violent snap of his hips, the corded muscles of his neck as he threw back his head and bared his beautiful teeth.

Charlie keened, her fingers taking flight over her clit as she broke a split second later, stuffing two fingers deep insideherself, imagining it was Max, filling her, sating the thirst that only he could quench.

As Charlie slumped against the window frame, trying to catch her breath, she saw Max bracing against the wall, regaining his breath before washing himself down. Then he turned, and as he walked back to the house, he glanced up toward the window.

Charlie flicked the curtain across the windowpane and scampered back to the bed. There, she grabbed the pillow, the one Max slept on, the one that smelled so deliciously of him, and with a little growl that a she wolf would be proud of, she stuffed it between her legs.

CHAPTER 14

Max was in the office pretending to work when Charlie appeared in the doorway. He managed not to startle, but his hand shook as he put the book down.

“Hi.” She smiled a little shyly, pushing the mass of curls behind her ears.

“Hi,” he gulped, feeling his wolf bound into his throat with longing at how beautiful she looked. He frowned; the scratch was a visible welt on her cheek.

He wanted to… go and kiss it better.

He pushed down the urge.

“How’ve you pulled up this morning?” he asked.

“A little sore, but otherwise okay, I think. What about you? How’s that bite on your leg?”

“Remarkably, it’s almost healed. I even managed to go for a run with no discomfort. Thank you for your fast action.”

“The Almanac’s advice clearly works then,” she said. “You want me to make us a coffee?”

He was going to refuse, but realized he probably needed a hit of caffeine. He still felt discombobulated from his mind-blowing release.

But at least now he could look at Charlie without his wolf wanting to do unimaginably filthy things to her.

When she returned with two perfect cappuccinos, he took a deep breath. “Charlie, I think we need to discuss… the events of last night.”

She nodded and sat down. “I’m so sorry you had to rescue me. And I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you at first… I guess I was in shock, and never having seen you in wolf form before, you know, I got confused.”

Max fumbled with his coffee, spilt some in the saucer, and silently cursed his clumsiness. “Shifting into my wolf has never happened before.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? Not ever?”

He shook his head. “Nope.”

“Not even at full moon?”

“Not even then.”

Her dark eyes perused him, genuinely curious. “I thought transforming was part of being a werewolf.”

He gave a bark of a laugh. “Guess I suppressed it well.”

“Have you ever got close to it before?”

Max hesitated. “I suppose I’ve felt it stirring at times…”

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