I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It by Caroline Above Story

Third Person POV

Word had quickly gotten back to Jazzy that her spell had worked. All witches and those who were gifted

by the moon goddess were powerless at the Higala school for shifters. That pleased her greatly. It

meant that she was a step closer to riding the world of Volana wolves forever. Of course, this wasn’t

something she’d be able to do alone. Not even Alpha Jonathan and his henchmen could help her with

this next step. It takes something incredibly powerful and dark to take out all the Volanas. In order to do

this, she needed to summon an old friend. Though, his visits don’t often come without a price. Hence

why she hadn’t summoned him in years, but now that the full red moon was soon arriving, she knew

she couldn’t wait much longer. Douglas, a young warrior in Alpha Jonathan’s pack, appointed to her

protection, stood at her side as she ordered of him. He was no older than 18; a freshly new gamma

warrior, and perfect for what she needed. She could smell his innocence from miles away and that

pleased her very much. The Alpha did say that she could help herself to do whatever she needed, and

this was exactly what she needed. She stood at the window of the room she was given, staring up at the

moonlight and allowing the rays to dance off her bright and radiant features. She closed her eyes and

thought about the day her parents died. She had watched with her own eyes as a Volana wolf bit into

their raw flesh and tore them both to pieces. Their magic wasn’t strong enough to defend themselves

and Jazzy had screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight of her parents meeting their fatal end. It

was her older sister, Hazel, who had covered Jazzy’s eyes from the gruesome scene and then got her

out of there before the Volana wolf turned its attention, and sharp canines, to them. Jazzy had a mixture

of emotions running through her, but the one that stuck with her was anger. Of course, at the time, she

didn’t want to admit such a thing. While others around their village, including her sister, mourned the

death of her beloved parents, Jazzy was stewing in her own anger. Furious that such a thing could

happen and not a thing was getting done about it. It was during that time, that Jazzy had wept. The

tears that escaped her eyes and soaked over her young features were filled with hatred; they were filled

with anger. They were filled with darkness. It was those memories and that hatred that filled the tears

she cried while staring up at the moonlight. They were tears that were filled with so much darkness that

it was enough to summon the darkest of demons. As she cried and stared up at the moon through her

window, she hummed the soft tune her mother used to sing to her as a child. A tune that stuck with her

for all of her life; it was the same time that she hummed the night she summoned him for the first time

by accident. “It got cold in here…” the words of that young warrior broke through her thoughts. He was

wrapping his arms around his body and shivering; he stared wide-eyed at Jazzy as she turned to him.

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They were in silence for a long while and she admired that he was bold enough to speak first. “You’re

crying,” he said, frowning. There was genuine concern on his face. Men were so easily manipulated; all it

took was a pretty face. “Are you okay?” She walked over to the small black cauldron she had set up in

the center of her room and allowed a few droplets of her tears to fall inside. She heard it sizzle, though

there was no heat applied. She turned to Douglas and gave him a sweet and yet seductive smile. “Tell

me Douglas…” she said, stepping closer to him, swaying her hips and drawing his eyes to her lovely

curves. “Have you ever felt the touch of a woman?” His brows rose at her question as he scanned her

face. “I’m not sure I understand your question, madam,” he said, annoyingly formal. She gave him

another smile while biting onto her plump bottom lip, chewing on it as she looked him over. He was a

tall boy with large muscles and a nice face. But the scent of purity was evident to her. She placed a hand

on his bicep and closed the gap between them. “I mean…” she began, leaning toward his ear so she

could whisper into him, allowing her breath to tickle the side of his face. “Have you ever made love

before?” She could see the hairs on his arms standing and his entire body tensed. Her tongue swept

over his earlobe gently and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. She ran her slender fingers up his

broad chest through his shirt and gripped his shirt gently. “I…I have not…” he stammered, his voice

dropping to a whisper as if he was afraid, they’d be overheard. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips,

but she stifled it. She ran her fingers up to his neck and rested her palm on his cheek, making him look

at her. His breathing had deepened, as did hers. It was he who had closed the rest of the space between

their lips. He crashed his mouth into hers and kissed her ravenously. He conquered her mouth and

made it his own. His tongue was quick to enter her mouth; he kissed her like he was thirsty, and she was

his water. He wrapped his strong arms around her curvy waist and pulled her into him; she allowed him

to do it. She wanted him to have a little taste of what he was missing, and she wanted it as well. He was

rather good-looking, and she liked his innocence. Douglas had broken his kiss from her mouth and ran

his lips and tongue down the nape of her neck; she even let out a small moan to show him that she

enjoyed that very much. His strong hands had searched her body, desperate to get her clothing off. It

was her that had unbuttoned her blouse, to give him a better view of her breasts; the lust that appeared

in his eyes, when he looked at her, was enough for her to crave him. She placed her hands on the back

of his head and pushed him into her chest so he could be buried in her breasts. He kissed and nibbled

on her exposed nipples making her throw her head back in pure satisfaction. She ran his fingers

through his hair as he kissed up her chest and went back to kissing her lips. She deepened the kiss,

allowing her tongue to explore his mouth curiously while running her fingers up his bare chest under

his shirt. She pressed her palm to his heart and felt it beating under her touch. It was a rhythmic

heartbeat; like it was pumping to the beat of a song. She enjoyed the feeling of it; she enjoyed it a lot.

Her fingers had curved as she continued to kiss him; he was completely hooked to her like she was

some sort of drug. A smile tugged at her lips at the very thought of it. Just as her fingers had punctured

through the flesh of his chest, she heard him gasping with her kiss. But she didn’t stop kissing him, nor

did he stop kissing her. She felt the warm pool of blood, dripping down her forearm and soaking to the

ground around their feet. He gasped again as pain seared him and her fingers dug deeper into him. His

shirt was completely red and soaked with his blood. His entire body stilled as she pulled her lips away

from his and stared up at his terrified and hollow eyes. He was completely frozen, unable to move a

single muscle. Her fingers dug even deeper, eager to get to their destination. He only let out a squeak

of pain, but nothing more. Soon, her hand was wrapping around that beating musical heart that she’d

come to love so much. It continued to beat in her grip. His entire body began to tremble violently as

horror and realization of what was happening surfaced in his mind. He didn’t have much longer to think

though, because soon she was ripping her hand out of his chest. He stared down at her hand, only a

couple of seconds of life left in him. The last thing he saw before meeting his fatal end, was his beating

heart, still beating, and out separate from his body. He first fell to his knees, covering the rest of his

body in blood, and then he fell face-first to the ground. Dying. A smile gleamed on her lips as she

turned to the cauldron; she could already see the darkness luring around it, eager to be set free. She

smiled at it; welcoming it back to the land of the living. She had missed it and longed to see it again.

Jazzy watched as this darkness slithered out of the cauldron, taking the form of the familiar snake that

had come to her days after her parent’s death. It had golden eyes and venomous fangs, poisonous to

the touch. It looked at her with recognition in its eyes. She wasn’t afraid of it; she would never be afraid

of it. She rose the still beating heart in the air and the snake rose its head to it. “I feed you the heart of

purity, just how you like it,” she spoke to the snake who hissed in pleasure at her words. “I will feed you

even more to keep you with me for as long as it takes to rid this world of Volana wolves. A dream we’ve

had for a long time that can now come to reality. We finally have the girl, the strongest Volana to ever

exist, in our grasp. With her, we can finally complete our plan. Feed, my love.” She squeezed the heart

until blood poured from it; the snake snapped its teeth at the heart and then hissed as it opened its

mouth wide, taking in every drop of blood offered. Then, Jazzy dropped to the still heart to the ground

and watched as the snake devoured it whole. Soon, the snake was bowing its head at her. Darkness

returned to it, covering it and hiding the snake from her viewing. She took a steady step away from it

and watched as the darkness only grew to cover what was being born within. She waited with

anticipation and a pounding heart until the darkness began to fade away and, in its place, stood a tall,

broad, and naked gentleman. He was devilishly handsome with long, sleek, black hair and golden eyes

that poured into her. The familiarity of his appearance spoke to her in a way that no other could and

she could no longer contain herself. “Zagreus,” she spoke his name in a choked whisper as she ran and

threw herself into his tight embrace. “Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love.”