Chapter 21 #2
The authority in his tone makes me clench around him and he groans. One of his hands slides between us to where we're joined and his fingers find my clit.
"That's it," he encourages. "Let me hear you. No one can hear us in here."
His fingers circle and press and the pleasure builds to something unbearable. I'm right on the edge, trembling with the effort of holding back, when he finally gives permission.
"Now. Come for me now."
I shatter. The orgasm rips through me like lightning and I feel my body clenching rhythmically around his cock. The sensation triggers something in him and he follows me over the edge.
I can feel the exact moment his orgasm hits.
His whole body goes rigid. Then he's shuddering above me, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.
His hands grip my hips almost bruisingly tight and I feel him filling me with his release.
He keeps thrusting through it, drawing out both our orgasms until we're both trembling and gasping.
But something else happens too. Something he warned me about but I wasn't prepared for.
The bond snaps into place with physical force.
Silver light explodes between us, so bright I have to close my eyes against it.
The sensation is overwhelming and intense and I can feel Julian's emotions bleeding into mine.
His pleasure and his fear and his desperate need all tangled together with my own until I can't tell where I end and he begins.
The light fades but the sensation doesn't. I can feel him inside my mind now, can sense his presence like a constant hum under my ribs. The bond is alive and electric and absolutely terrifying.
"Nova." Julian's voice sounds shaken. "Can you feel that?"
"Yes." I'm trembling beneath him. "Is that normal?"
"For mates, yes." He lifts his head to look at me and his eyes are wide with wonder and fear. "We're bonded now. Truly bonded. I can feel everything you're feeling."
Julian's breathing is ragged against my throat, his body trembling above me. "I need to move. Is that okay?"
"Yes. Please."
He does, and even the smallest motion sends sparks of pleasure through both of us. I can feel his pleasure through the bond now, can sense how good I feel to him, and the feedback loop between us builds toward something impossible.
His mouth finds my shoulder and I feel his teeth scraping against the skin. There's a moment of warning, a flash of intention through the bond, and then he bites down.
The claiming mark.
Pain and pleasure explode through me simultaneously.
His teeth break the skin and I feel his wolf claiming me through the bite, marking me permanently as his and irreversible.
The sensation triggers another orgasm and this one is different, deeper, more intense because I can feel his pleasure feeding into mine through the bond.
We ride it out together, his body pressed tight against mine, and when it finally recedes we're both shaking and gasping.
He pulls out carefully and I can feel his seed leaking out of me, something primal about it that makes my wolf purr with satisfaction.
But Julian doesn't give me time to catch my breath. He flips me over onto my hands and knees on the couch and I feel his cock hard against my entrance again already.
"Again," he says, and his voice has gone rough and possessive. "I need you again."
He slides back inside and the new angle makes me cry out. He's even deeper like this and I can feel him hitting places that make stars burst behind my eyes.
This time he doesn't hold back. He grips my hips and drives into me with deep, powerful thrusts that make the couch creak beneath us. I can hear the wet sounds of him fucking me and the slap of skin on skin each time he bottoms out inside me.
"Say it," he demands, his hand fisting in my hair and pulling my head back. "Say you're mine."
"I'm yours." The words come out breathless and desperate. "Yours, Julian, only yours."
"That's right." He drives into me harder, his cock stretching me with each brutal thrust. "Mine. My mate. My student. Mine to protect and claim and fuck whenever I want."
The filthy words combined with the possessive claiming makes me tighten around him. He feels it and groans.
"You like that, don't you?" His other hand comes around to work between my legs again, fingers finding my clit. "Like knowing you belong to me now. Like knowing I can bend you over my desk anytime I want and take what's mine."
"Yes." I'm shaking with the building pleasure. "Yes, Professor, please..."
The title makes him lose control completely.
His thrusts become erratic and desperate, pounding into me with abandon.
I can feel through the bond the moment he stops thinking and just takes what he needs.
His fingers between my legs find the perfect rhythm.
I come again, my body clenching around his cock as the orgasm tears through me.
He follows seconds later with a groan that sounds almost pained. I feel him swell even thicker inside me as he comes, filling me with his release. His hips keep moving, thrusting through his orgasm, driving his seed deeper while his cock pulses inside me.
We stay locked together like that, him still buried deep inside me while we both shake with aftershocks. I can feel his come leaking out around where we're joined and the feeling is primal and deeply satisfying.
We collapse onto the couch in a tangle of sweaty limbs. My whole body is trembling with aftershocks and I can feel him trembling too, can feel his emotions through the bond mixing with mine until I don't know who's feeling what anymore.
The bite mark on my shoulder throbs in time with my heartbeat. I reach up to touch it and my fingers come away with blood.
Julian sees it and something breaks in his expression. He sits up and puts his head in his hands.
"What did I just do?" His voice is hollow. "What did we just do?"
I sit up next to him and the bond pulls tight between us. His fear and guilt and desperate regret war with satisfaction and possessive pride and overwhelming love. I can feel all of it.
"We both did this," I say quietly. "This wasn't just you."
"I'm your professor." He's still not looking at me. "I'm supposed to protect you, not claim you in my office like some animal who can't control himself."
"Julian..."
"If they find out..." He finally looks at me and the fear in his eyes is stark. "If anyone discovers we're bonded, they'll execute me. And they'll probably execute you too for being complicit."
"I know."
"Do you?" His voice is almost angry now. "Do you really understand what we just did? What we just risked? I bit you. I marked you. That bite isn't going to heal like a normal wound. It's going to scar and anyone who knows what to look for will be able to see it."
I reach up to touch the mark again. "Then we hide it. We keep this secret."
"And the bond?" He grabs my hand and presses it to his chest over his heart. "You can feel me now, can't you? You can sense my emotions. How are we supposed to hide that when we're in the same room together?"
"We'll figure it out." I squeeze his hand. "We have to figure it out because I'm not sorry this happened and I don't want you to be either."
He pulls me against his chest and holds me so tight it almost hurts. Through the bond I can feel how terrified he is, how much he loves me, how he would do anything to keep me safe even from himself.
"I'm not sorry," he finally admits against my hair. "I should be. I should regret every second of what we just did. But I don't. I can't."
We sit there wrapped around each other while our breathing slows and our hearts stop racing. The bond hums between us, alive and electric, a constant reminder of what we've become to each other.
My mate. My professor. My secret that could get us both killed.
Outside his office, the Academy sleeps. Inside, we've just changed everything in ways we can't take back and don't want to.
I just hope we're smart enough to keep it hidden.