145 Straight-A Student

145 Straight-A Student
Zavir:
These girls are impossible to understand! First, it’s “don’t rush me,” and the next moment I’m being blamed for not moving things along!
I have to admit, Tanya has changed a lot. For an adult, three years might not mean much, but for a teenager… three years changes everything. I hadn’t realized that my Tanya had already grown into a full-fledged young woman of nineteen.
Not only her body but also her character had gone through significant changes. She drove me insane with her words and that sharp tongue of hers. And the worst part—the uncertainty. Had there been someone else in her life? When I dared to ask, her answer was so vague that I didn’t even know what I should hope for.
If she had been with someone, I would have gone wild right away. It would have enraged me, but at least I’d satisfy my hunger. But if she hadn’t, then I was doomed to keep starving, even though my strength to resist her was already wearing thin. That little brat provoked me in every possible way. When the hell did she turn into such a little vixen?
Once, unable to hold back, I tasted my baby girl—and everything became clear. My Tanya was still a virgin! Pride for my beloved and an overwhelming sense of relief spread warmth through my soul. She had been waiting for me, keeping herself just for me.
All the time she was away, everyone kept saying the same thing: I had to do right by her. And I agreed with that completely. Once I realized she was still innocent, there was no question left at all. I would wait until our wedding night, and only then make her mine in every possible sense.
But clearly, I overlooked one detail—my idea of “doing the right thing” didn’t suit my beloved mate at all.
More than once, I was on the verge of losing control, but thanks to the potion, I managed to hold myself back. Apparently, that was exactly what drove my beloved completely mad. In the end, she threw at me that I didn’t even want her, and that she had agreed to marry me in vain!
The biggest storm of emotions broke out when I confessed that I was taking the oracle’s potion—and that it wasn’t even helping much!
“What?!” my love hissed at me like a furious little snake.
“Yes. I asked Artem for the potion so I could better control my wolf! Otherwise, I would have taken you right there, the moment I found you in those bushes!” I admitted, so she could understand what I was enduring, what I was holding back, and what fate I had spared her from. Honestly, I deserved a “thank you” for my noble restraint!
But Tanya closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and clenched her fists—clearly forcing herself to stay calm. When she opened her eyes again, I swear it wasn’t just little devils dancing in them—it was a whole damned bestiary! Which didn’t really match the sweet smile she stretched across her lips or the soft, tender voice she spoke in.
“Darling, and you did all of this… for me?” My beloved came right up close, gently running her fingers along my cheek. Not that I didn’t enjoy her touch, but there was such a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me—because from her radiated pure, simmering indignation.
“Thank you,” she smiled. “By the way, I’ve got a gift for you!” And then, there it was again—that dangerous gleam in her eyes. “Close your eyes.”
With a bit of disbelief and caution, I obeyed, closing my eyes. I had no idea what she was up to, but the sensation told me she was tying me with a scarf… to the swing’s support beam.
“What are you doing?” I opened my eyes, frowning at my beloved, not understanding the joke.
“Taking the initiative,” she said shortly. And the wicked grin that spread across Tanya’s face—I had never seen anything like it before.
It was right at that very moment that I began to realize just what kind of fatal woman fate had given me for my future.
Having finished tying me up, my little one stepped a few paces away and… started undressing!
“Tanya,” I called out, my voice strict but hoarse, because she didn’t stop at her sweater. She was stripping completely! “What are you doing?!”
“You’re a wolf, aren’t you? A wolf. And surely you can smell my arousal?” she arched a brow, asking slyly, standing before me in all her beauty.
Can I smell it? Of course I can! It hangs thick in the air like a dense fog, filling my nostrils, surrounding us.
Swallowing hard, I hungrily devour my baby with my eyes. She’s stunning! Her youthful, untouched body is simply perfect—so cherished, so desired by me. My length aches painfully in my pants, straining to be freed.
“I can smell it,” I growl, unable to tear my gaze from the tantalizing beauty of my mate.
“Perfect!” she smirks triumphantly. “That means someone else from the pack—one of the unmated wolves—can smell it too. Since my oh-so-righteous fiancé doesn’t want me, then someone else will!”
I freeze in shock at the challenge in her voice, my chest rumbling with a loud growl as I watch that little goat slowly begin to step away from me.
“Tanya! What the hell?!” I roar, my voice rough with fury, but she bolts, sprinting straight toward the tree line.
Every instinct in me screams—chase your mate, catch her, punish her, claim her!
I know Wayland’s territory is fenced, and the barrier has its traps for intruders—but only if the special defense mode is activated during an attack. Right now, it’s nothing more than a tall fence, which would be no problem at all for a lone wolf catching the scent of an aroused female. And by the looks of it, that little vixen knows this too!
“Bitch!”