Chapter 7
Rose
I sit cross-legged on my bed and open my laptop. My parents’ familiar faces fill the screen.
“We’re so proud of you, Rose,” my father says. “But stay focused. That inheritance depends on you graduating.”
“I know, Dad. I’m trying my best.” The weight of the Devereaux legacy presses on me, but my parents’ pride keeps me grounded.
My mum leans closer to the camera, and her glasses slip a little toward the tip of her nose.
“How are your classes going, darling? You seem different somehow, more confident. You’re practically glowing!”
“They’re challenging,” I say, forcing myself to smile. “But I’m learning.”
Mum tilts her head, studying me.
“You’re changing, Rose. There’s a poise in you now, like you’re stepping into something bigger. You’re not our shy girl anymore.”
I blush and tuck my hair behind my ear. “I’m still me, Mum. Wolfswood just… pushes you to be more.”
“It’s more than that. You’re carrying yourself differently, with confidence. You’re growing into a remarkable woman, Rose. It’s beautiful to see.”
“Thank you. I’m trying to find my place here. It’s not easy, but I do feel stronger.”
“You’ve always been strong, darling, but now you’re owning it. You look more mature, too. Wolfswood suits you.”
“It’s just the uniform, Mom. It makes everyone look polished.”
My father chuckles. “No, it’s you. You’re blooming, Rose. But don’t let this place change you too much. Stay our Rose, alright?”
“I will,” I promise. “I miss you both.”
“We miss you, too,” Mom says. “Keep shining, love. You’re meant for this.”
“I’ll call again soon. Love you.”
“Love you, Rose,” they say in unison, and I close the laptop.
Their words stick with me as I get ready for the day. The conversation I had with my parents has given me a little strength. I never realized how much I missed them and how much I miss home.
I gather my books off the bedroom floor and shove them in my bookbag and head to class. But my heart is still tangled up in thoughts of Gabriel. Professor Thorn.
He kissed me. Actually kissed me. And I loved it. But there’s another side to it. What if someone finds out? My inheritance depends on graduating from Wolfswood, and if my relationship with Professor Thorn becomes public, I’ll almost certainly be expelled.
And yet… And yet, his lips, his eyes, his hands on my body…
My head grows dizzy with desire, and I stumble into the classroom.
Professor Elliot Thompson’s lecture hall is a stark contrast to Gabriel’s intimate lessons.
The room is filled with students. I sit near the back and open my notebook, but the concepts—market exclusivity, consumer psychology—prove to be too boring.
All I can think about is Gabriel, and his fingers brushing my neck.
Cassandra Vane is seated two rows ahead of me. She turns to look at me, but her eyes look mean and threatening. She leans toward her friend and starts to whisper loudly enough for me to hear.
“Some girls get special treatment from professors, don’t they? They receive private lessons, I suppose.”
I flinch, and my cheeks are burning. She doesn’t know anything about me and Gabriel. This is just mean gossiping from an awful girl. But her words hurt me anyway. She is hinting at the truth I’m hiding.
Am I just a fool, caught in Gabriel’s orbit? The room feels stifling, and I can’t focus.
“You know, I really think they need to have a better screening process here, at Wolfswood,” Cassandra keeps whispering to her friend, loudly enough so that I can hear her. “They’ll just let anyone in these days. Including half-American muts who look like they could use a good meal.”
The girls burst out giggling, and I can feel my world shrinking. She’s talking about me, of course she is.
I bury my head in my notes, but there’s no use in them now. My mind and my heart have absorbed Cassandra’s intention punch, and I can’t focus anymore.
“You know, some of these… Mmm… Students get in on a CA,” Cassandra keeps whispering.
“What’s that?” the other girl laughs.
“Oh, a cum admission,” Cassandra spits poison in my direction. “They write their admission essay in cum, and they get in.”
They both laugh, making me feel completely out of place.
When Professor Thompson pauses to take questions, I gather my things and slip out. I’ve had enough for today.
The hallway is empty, and its stone walls are cool and silent. It’s such a relief after all that chaos in the lecture. I lean against a pillar and try to steady my breathing. Cassandra's taunt keeps echoing in my mind.
Footsteps approach from down the hall. I look up and see Gabriel with his arms full of rolled maps. His jet-black hair looks slightly tousled, and his lean frame commands attention even while he's walking. He sees me and looks both surprised and concerned at the same time.
“Rose, what’s wrong?” he asks and pauses, shifting the maps from one hand to the other. “You look flustered.”
“It’s nothing,” I say, and try to avoid his searching eyes. “I’m just… having trouble adjusting.”
I can’t tell him about Cassandra, not without admitting how her words hit too close to our secret.
“You don’t need to hide from me. I’m on your side, no matter what.
Rose, you’re stronger than you realize. Whatever it is, you’ll overcome it.
If it’s the classes, don’t worry. You’re far too smart not to be able to handle some lessons in marketing.
And if it’s the other students, then don’t worry about that either.
They’re usually mean, spoiled brats. They don’t like outsiders. ”
“I guess you’re right. I hadn’t thought about it like that. Thanks…” I tell him.
His trust in me calms my hurt feelings, and my stress is starting to fade.
“Come with me,” he says after glancing down the empty hallway.
“Where are we going?”
I follow him a few steps and watch as he nudges open a door to a map storage room, no doubt the place where he had just come from.
He sets the maps on a shelf and pulls me inside, the door clicking shut behind us. The space is cramped, and the shelves are filled with rolled parchments. Above us, an old, yellowed light is creating an unexpected romantic atmosphere.
“We shouldn’t be here,” I whisper.
This is a forbidden moment, but it sets my soul on fire.
“I know,” he says, and he locks his eyes on mine. He looks intense and hungry. “But I can’t stay away from you.”
A moment later, we start to kiss. His lips capture mine in a kiss that’s soft at first, then urgent.
His tongue slides against mine, feeling warm and demanding.
I melt into him and savor the taste of his tongue, and the way the intensity floods my senses.
My pussy starts beating like a heart between my legs, already wet, and I can feel it swelling with need.
Gabriel’s hands roam to my chest, and his fingers are teasing my nipples through my uniform shirt.
The fabric is thin enough to make me shiver.
My nipples harden instantly, aching under his touch.
I push my breasts into his hands as my body begs for more.
I can feel his cock, hard and thick through his pants, pressing against my hip.
My pussy throbs, soaked, craving him inside me.
He pulls back with a hungry look of desire on his face.
“Sit,” he commands me, and gestures to a stack of maps on a low table.
I obey, and my skirt rides up as I perch on the maps. My thighs part slightly, and he stands before me, moving his hand to his pants. He frees his cock—hard, thick, the tip glistening with precum.
My clit pulses as he strokes himself, slowly, deliberately.
“You drive me wild, Rose.”
I am stunned and beyond turned on now, but I try to control myself.
He brushes the tip of his cock against my lips, and teases me with it.
Slowly, he spreads a few drops of his precum on my lips and then pulls back, allowing me to taste him.
I lick it off as he continues to pleasure himself in front of me.
I want to savor the flavor like an exquisite treat.
“Do you want more, Rose?” he teases me.
“Yes, please, Professor. Give me more…”
He dips the tip of his cock just inside my mouth.
I suck gently on the tip, swollen and thick, already filling my mouth, and I can taste him—salty, warm, intoxicating.
He takes it away again and starts to tug at his testicles.
I watch as he kneads them in front of me, pleasuring himself.
Then, I reach out to touch him myself, but he brushes my hand away softly.
“Don’t be a greedy girl, Rose. You know we’re not allowed to do this,” he whispers to me. I know he’s half joking, half telling the truth.
I flick my tongue out, eager, and I draw a shudder from him. My pussy is drenched, and my panties are soaked, every nerve screaming for him to take me fully. But he holds back and teases us both.
“If you insist…” he jokes again and he deposits his cock on my outstretched tongue.
I moan and close my lips around him briefly before he pulls away.
“No… I want you. Please…” I can hear myself begging.
His next words take me by surprise.
“I want to fuck you. So badly, you have no idea… My body feels like I have pins and needles stuck everywhere. I can’t sleep, I can’t focus… I dream of fucking you, long and deep, hard and frantic, but not here, not like this.”
His restraint only fuels my desire and makes my body tremble with need.
“I want more,” I say, breathless and desperate. “Please, Gabriel.”
But he tucks himself back into his pants and wipes sweat and frustration off his forehead.
“You’ll have more,” he promises, cupping my cheek with his hand. “Soon.”
The secret weight of our affair is still between us. I stand up, and my body is buzzing. But I know I wasn't lying.
I really do want more of him. All of him.
Chapter 8 Gabriel
It shouldn’t be that difficult, and yet, here I am staring at the screen of my phone. I wrote a message to Rose, but for some reason, sending it to her makes me nervous.