Chapter 28 Maverick
Maverick
While my bear didn’t like our mate putting herself in danger unnecessarily, he loved the fact she’d hurt the dumb-as-fuck wolf shifter on our behalf.
Seeing her best the pathetic shifter was proof we’d been blessed with a strong, brave mate.
My bear loved it. He also loved her, which he wanted me to tell her, right after we mated her.
But Raven wasn’t ready to hear those three little words. She’d barely got used to the idea of having a soul-bonded mate, let alone a mate who loved her, despite knowing her for only a few weeks.
I’d tell her eventually, when the moment was right. Which wasn’t now, while we stood in a small room that stank of sweaty socks and animal musk.
The last coach had clearly had personal hygiene issues, and I still hadn’t eradicated the sweaty odor that clung to the cheap plastic furniture. I hoped Raven didn’t think it was me, but if she did, she was too polite to say so.
I pushed all thoughts of unpleasant odors aside and concentrated on my mate. The other students had gone, and I knew from checking Raven’s timetable that she had the next two hours free. She needed to eat, but first, she needed to come.
She whimpered when I rubbed my stubbly chin against her soft cheek, inhaling her sweet scent like a dying man.
My bear roared in my head. He wanted to taste her, lick her until she fell apart.
I wanted that too, as well as all the other things he showed me, but first, I wanted to kiss my sweet mate.
Be the gentle mate she needed, not the feral creature I really was when in her heady presence.
She sighed when my lips brushed hers. Her hands rested on my bare chest, her fingers combing through my chest hair. Like most bear shifters, I had thick chest hair, but from the way her arousal perfumed my office, she didn’t mind.
I kissed her slowly, gently, before the mating frenzy got the better of me. As our kiss deepened, she moaned and tilted her hips into mine, asking for more without words.
“Shouldn’t we be careful?” She stared up at me with pink cheeks when I finally broke our kiss, both of us breathless.
“Yes.” Her face fell in disappointment, but I refused to let her go. “We need to be careful, but this office is locked, and I’m not teaching my next class until four. So we have time.”
“Time for what?” The way her pupils dilated as she asked her question told me exactly what she hoped I’d say.
I smirked before dropping to my knees on the hard floor.
“Time for me to reward my mate for being such a fierce little witch.”
I lifted her gray skirt and pulled her panties down, exposing her glistening pussy. Stars be damned. She smelled divine. When I pressed my nose to her slit and inhaled her sweet arousal, she squeaked in horror.
“Is that a bear thing? Please don’t! I need a shower!”
“You do not need a fucking shower!” My growl echoed around the small room. She swallowed hard, her thighs quivering under my hands, but I sensed no fear. Only arousal.
My mate liked my being in control. Which was fortunate because nobody tried to top an alpha bear and lived to tell the tale.
I dove back between her pretty thighs and lifted one leg over my shoulder for ease of access.
The minute I used my tongue on her clit she squealed and trembled.
More licks and sucks and she grew louder.
I briefly contemplated the merits of asking a witch for a noise-shielding spell for this room but soon lost my train of thought when fresh honey flooded my mouth.
“Please, bear!” My mate begged so prettily, and I was too gone for her to refuse. So I focused on her hard little nub while pressing a finger inside her. With each lick, her cunt spasmed and squeezed my finger.
Goddess, she was so fucking tight. She’d struggle to take me unless I put in a lot of time first. But we weren’t there yet. I licked and sucked harder, and with a keen of pleasure, she fell apart.
Like before, burning embers filled the air before cascading down over our heads like flaming confetti, but thankfully, these magical sparkles didn’t burn on contact or my office would have been toast.
Raven looked up in surprise when she saw the floating embers. Her brow scrunched in confusion.
“My magic is weird,” she huffed as I wiped my chin and straightened her skirt. She saw me pocketing her panties and scowled. “Hey! I need those!”
“Nope. Mine now.” I planned to wrap them around my cock later and release some of the tension in my poor, aching balls. My bear thought her panties were a poor substitute for our mate’s pussy, but like I kept reminding him, she wasn’t ready for more. Yet.
“You have less than five minutes before Montgomery arrives,” the damned incubus said when he blinked into view, a huge smirk on his face. He scanned Raven’s flushed face and inhaled deeply before losing the smirk when I licked my lips.
The glare he threw me promised pain and suffering, but I gave no shits. He could try. Besides, I didn’t need an excuse to kick his ass. Not after the bullshit stunt with the phone. How dare he take credit for my thoughtfulness!
“Oh my stars, how are we going to explain why I’m in your office?!” Raven’s voice rose in panic while she side-eyed the incubus.
“No need to explain anything, pet,” the incubus purred. The bastard yanked her away from me, and they disappeared from view, leaving me with the taste of my sweet mate on my lips and an erection that would not fucking die.
Just as I reached my desk, someone tried my office door and cursed loudly when it didn’t open.
“Coming,” I called, not without irony, before unlocking it.
Montgomery stood in the doorway, glaring at me. He peered over my shoulder suspiciously.
“Why was your door locked, Wilder?”
I gestured down. “I was about to get changed. Didn’t want any of the females bursting in while I had my dick out.”
Montgomery’s scowl faded away. “Yes, indeed.” He shook his head. “Never mind. Let me get to the point. I’m here about the wolf shifter murders.”
A prickle of discomfort washed over me, most likely a subtle truth spell. Thank fuck I’d paid a fucking fortune for a rune that blocked such magic. A bear could never be too careful.
“Oh? I hear you have Tiberius Vane here. Has he found anything?” I’d met the mage a few times. The man reeked of arrogance and power, the worst possible combination of traits for a mage in charge of tens of thousands of magical beings.
Montgomery pursed his lips. “Not yet. We have a suspect, but no evidence.”
I leaned against my desk and pasted an expression of mild interest on my face. “Who?”
“Not important right now,” Montgomery said dismissively. “I’m here because I’d like you to go over the crime scene. The investigators sent by the Shifter Council found nothing amiss, but I’d like a second opinion.”
I nodded. “Of course. Now?”
“Ideally, yes. I’ve asked Professor Lightfoot to cover your next class.
” Lightfoot was a wolf shifter, the nephew of the current Shifter Council Leader.
He’d have the students running laps of the playing field while he browsed females on the Plenty of Shifters dating app. The man was a pussy hound. Literally.
“Sure, no problem. I’ll not bother getting changed.”
“Thanks, Wilder. I appreciate your assistance. As you can imagine, given the nature of the deaths, the incident is causing concern within the magical community. Nobody wants a repeat of the Xavian Vanyx case.”
“No, definitely not.” I shuddered.
Montgomery clapped me on the shoulder before leaving. I thanked the goddess he didn’t have a sensitive shifter nose, or he’d have picked up way more than I wanted him to know.
The man was no fool. Like Vane, he came from a powerful mage lineage, which meant I needed to be fucking careful.
Perhaps if I played my cards right, I could send the investigation off on a useless tangent. My mind made up, I stripped and locked my office before heading out and shifting into my bear.