Page 61 of The Wolf Professor

She sucked him in, her inner muscles fluttering around his cock as she pulled him deeper... deeper.

“Knot me,” she begged.

“No, Charlie,” he gritted out.

He held her back from his swollen aching knot as her hips bucked and she reached for him again.

“Please, Max.”

“No, Charlie,” he ground out even more harshly.

“Please, Professor, sir,” she whined softly.

Max panted harshly, pleasure arcing through him, drawing up his balls. Gods, those sweetly submissive words were such a turn-on. She was staring up at him, chewing on her full lip, eyes hazy with desire.

Gods in heaven, was she daring him?

Some last morsel of restraint reined in his wolf. He could hurt her with that huge swelling of his flesh. However much he wanted it, he couldn’t risk the idea of their first time being painful, of hurting Charlie… he couldn’t bear that. With his free hand, he held his swollen knot at bay.

Looking down, grimacing with the need for control, he thrust into her, and she welcomed him, her sweet wet pussy sucking him deeper and deeper…

He made sure his cock massaged her G-spot, felt her tightening around him with each thrust.

“Oh M-ax,” she cried out, grinding her swollen bud against the slide of his cock. “Oh my gods…” And then, with the clenching of her sweet cunt as her second orgasm ignited around him, he couldn’t hold out any longer.

Just. Could. Not.

His hips canted wildly as he pounded into her, and she clung to his shoulders and hollered his name. But even in the wild ecstatic moment of release, somehow, Max managed to stop going all the way and held his knot at bay.

Panting hard, he buried his head in her neck as he came.

He’d managed to stop himself from knotting her.

But now it took everything he had not to bite her.

Afterward, they cuddled up on the sofa in the snug, Charlie’s head on his shoulder and a rug slung over them. In the grate, the fire snapped and crackled happily.

Max felt blissfully contented, a feeling he realized he’d never experienced before. And certainly never with a woman.

It was a feeling he wanted more of. With Charlie.

As she lay there, stroking his chest and recounting her week, telling him how much she’d disliked being back in Tween, he tried to work out how to tell her his own news.

Soon, she gave him an opening. “So, you said you didn’t get much work done on your book?”

“Not on my book, there was something more important I had to focus on.”

Her eyes popped. “What’s more important than your book?”

“You being here, for starters.” He kissed her upturned mouth, then sighed. “While you were gone, I found out some things about my own past that are, well, pretty confronting I guess.”

“Tell me,” she said softly.

“When you left, I went to see my cousin Benjy…”

“And?”

“He told me that my mom had lied to me about my father.”

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