CHAPTER 431: TESTING HER PROFESSOR (II)

Warning: Mature content in the Chapter

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Kieran:

I closed my eyes for a second and tried to suppress the groan that was threatening to slip past my lips. But she wasn’t satisfied with my reaction, because the very next moment, I felt her moving her hand up and down on my length... and this time, there was no stopping the sound that left my mouth.

One corner of her lips curved, but before I could have spoken, she was already moving.

I stopped breathing as she positioned her mouth right above the crown of my length, her warm breath grazing the sensitive organ and sending a sudden spark flying through my lower body.

The first touch of her lips against me - light, tentative - made my vision blur for a second.

A strangled sound escaped me, something between a growl and a groan. My hand shot out, catching the edge of the seat just to ground myself.

I could tell that she was hesitant, uncertain under that boldness of her actions... but stars, every move she made was lethal. Not in precision or skill, but in intent. It wasn’t about perfection... it was about her. Her warmth, her breath, her determination to drive me insane.

"Evaline," I said again, this time hoarse, broken. I should have told her to stop. But instead, I found myself whispering, "You’ll make me lose control."

And she only looked up at me, her lips curved in a soft, knowing smile, before continuing her slow, maddening rhythm.

Every nerve in my body screamed her name. Every heartbeat was a drum of restraint, of surrender, of raw need fighting with logic. My mind was chaos - a storm of hunger and disbelief.

I had dreamed of her before... countless times. I had imagined her touch, her warmth, her soft sounds... but the reality was far crueler.

She wasn’t supposed to look this beautiful doing something so bold.

She wasn’t supposed to sound this soft while driving me out of my mind.

When she suddenly took more than half my length in her mouth and gagged, my right hand - still holding the wheel - slipped, making the car swerve slightly to the right before I steadied it.

My breathing was shallow, rough, uneven. I had fought wars. I had dealer with thousands of students who thought they were the most intelligent beings walking on the planet. I had mastered control over mind and body. But nothing had prepared me for this... for her.

My wolf was pacing inside me now, restless and feral. Touch her, he demanded. Claim her.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. The last shred of my sanity held me back from taking what wasn’t freely offered beyond this moment.

Still, she continued, and the pleasure built like wildfire, licking at every edge of control I had left. The sounds she made as she moved up and down my length, the soft hum of her breath... it was enough to make my muscles lock, to make the air around us thrum.

When her hand slid up to rest on my abdomen for balance, her touch burned through my shirt like fire. My vision clouded again. I cursed under my breath, the sound swallowed by the low growl that escaped me.

I felt like I was on the edge of breaking apart - torn between wanting to stop her and losing myself completely.

And just when I thought I had reached my limit, she stilled.

The world froze.

I turned my head slightly, forcing my eyes open to look at her. Her lips were flushed, her eyes gleaming with something pure and dangerous at the same time. There was a trace of pride there too... an unspoken question - Did I do a great job, Professor?

I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to steady. "You are playing with fire, Evaline."

She tilted her head. "And if I am?"

I exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through my hair. "Then you’ll burn both of us."

The silence that followed was deafening. The car kept rolling, the engine humming softly as I regained control of my breathing. My heart hadn’t slowed. My mind hadn’t cleared. And my body... well, that was a lost cause.

After a moment, I said quietly, "Put your seatbelt back on, sweetheart."

The endearment slipped out before I could stop it. She blinked, looking down at my still hard and throbbing election. "But you are still-"

"Don’t worry," I added quickly, "We will finish what you have started later."

She blinked, clearly not expecting what I just said. I thought she would resist - either to my suggestion of stopping or the one where I just promised to continue this play later on somewhere much safer than this car, but then she did as I said, fastening the belt with trembling fingers. Her cheeks were red, her lips parted, but she didn’t look away from me.

Neither of us spoke after that.

The tension was thick enough to suffocate the air between us, but beneath it, there was something deeper - something wordless, raw, electric.

I quickly fixed my clothes and returned my full attention to driving, ignoring my wolf who was hurling sweet-nothings at me.

When we finally reached the cliffside road overlooking the dark stretch of forest, I parked the car and turned off the engine. The silence of the late afternoon pressed around us. She looked out the window, pretending to focus on the scenery, but I could see her reflection - her lips, her flushed cheeks, the faint tremor of her hand resting on her lap.

I leaned back in my seat, dragging a slow breath in. "I told you I had more self-control than my brothers," I murmured, my voice low and rough, "but if you keep doing things like that... I might just prove myself wrong."

Her eyes flickered toward me, a smile ghosting her lips. "Maybe that’s what I wanted."

I laughed softly - broken, disbelieving. "You are dangerous, Evaline."

"And you like that," she whispered.

I didn’t deny it. Because it was true.

The danger, the heat, the way she made me forget everything I believed about control... it was intoxicating.