Page 2 of Claiming His Student

“My name is Dylan Harker. I will be teaching this class for the rest of the semester,” he growls. I shiver at how deep and sexy his voice is. His eyes find their way to me once again, as though he’s scoping out my response to him. Well, I hope he got what he wanted. He may as well have made me melt into a puddle at his feet.

“This is a literature class...and although you were given an extensive reading list over the break, I have a sneaking suspicion that many of you won’t have picked up a book for the past few months,” Dylan continues, earning a few guilty laughs from the other students. “Which is why I want you to return tomorrow after spending today digging into some of the texts I gave you to read...who knows. Perhaps you might even enjoy them. I will be in the library later and I expect to see every single one of you there with your nose in a book...I will also be there to answer any questions that you might have about the work ahead of you this term.”

I’m barely listening. My eyes venture over his body, noting that he clearly works out by the way the fabric of his suit stretches across his expansive chest. His hair is dark but peppered with steel at his temples and yet he looks so young. Young enough for me, in my opinion. He looks at me again and his eyes are once again burning with desire. I want him right this second.

Get ahold of yourself.

“Since I’m almost certain we don’t need another first class filled with icebreakers and introductions, I’m dismissing you now to go and get a head start on any books you might’ve missed during summer vacation. Off you go. And I’ll see you all later in the library.”

Everyone stands up quickly, glad to be given a reprieve from the class, but I don’t want to go. I want to stay here...with him. As I stand on shaky legs, I can’t believe I’m about to walk away from him.

But then his eyes meet mine. He shakes his head. And I can swear I hear a low growl forming in the back of his throat.

“No. Not you,” he says roughly. “You’re staying here with me.”Dylan

The beautiful girl from the front of the class looks so shocked that I asked her to stay behind that she’s frozen still. It gives me all the more time to take her in. God, she doesn’t know how fucking gorgeous she is. Those wide, curvaceous childbearing hips only make me want to haul her to me and touch every inch of her skin. Her heavy breasts look like a real handful, the perfect size for my large mitts. I just want to fuck her right here in the middle of my new lecture hall. I’ve already decided that she’s mine. I have to have her. Every inch of her belongs to me from her white-blonde hair and cat green eyes to her wide hips and thick thighs. The things I’d do to her if I had the chance…

Her friend is trying to get her to leave, looking at me in confusion, but the girl simply stands, watching me. She wants to stay. Eventually, her friend files out of the class with the other students and I am finally able to approach her.

“What’s your name?” I growl. She looks up at me. She doesn’t seem like a timid girl, but I guess something about me has intimidated her a little because she’s shaking with nerves. She clears her throat.

“Cora,” she whispers.

“Cora…” I growl. “There’s something special about you, Cora...I can tell. Did you do all of the reading?”

“Of course,” she whispers. “I spent a whole week just on the Canterbury Tales. I read every Jane Austen book twice. I even managed Ulysses. I’m not sure I understood it all, but I finished it and made notes.”

“You’re dedicated, passionate,” I growl. “I like it.”

She blushes and I smirk. I like that I have the ability to bring out the color in her cheeks. I take her arm and sit her back down. Our legs brush as we sit close to one another and a thrill rushes through me. My cock is hard just from the brief touch of my skin on hers. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’ve never had a woman before, and I’ve never wanted one, but the second my eyes fell on her, I saw something special. I just knew she was the one for me, and now there’s no chance in hell I’m letting her get away. I’m already imagining what it would be like to take her, to feel the tightness of her pussy around my cock. I want to come deep inside her, to plant my seed, and have her bear new fruits with our children.

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