146 Straight-A Student...

146 Straight-A Student...
Tanya, still Velichko:

The very thought that I had to stay a virgin for another whole month didn’t appeal to me at all—it didn’t suit me in the slightest. My wolf turned out to be an unusually noble knight, while inside me an untamed temptress had already awakened. Who could have guessed that the notorious womanizer Zavir would suddenly transform into the guardian of morality—damn him!
Don’t provoke the beast. Yeah, right! It seems that’s the only way I can get what I want. You can’t go against instincts—that’s exactly where I’ll press. He even went to the oracles! Fine, then let’s see.
A triumphant smile spread across my face when I heard the growl and howl of the beast behind me. Perfect. Time to meet the furry side.
Strange thing—despite still being a virgin, I didn’t feel ANY fear about intimacy. On the contrary, I was burning with curiosity, eager to experience everything with the man I loved—the very things that books describe so vividly, and, well… porn shows in detail.
Yes, I confess—I’ve watched. I’m an A-student, after all, and I take my assignments seriously. So, of course, I studied the subject thoroughly!
Reaching the treeline, I ducked behind a massive tree, grinning nervously. My pulse thundered in my ears, fueled by adrenaline and a tingling sense of anticipation. It was a game of sorts, because I could no longer hear the wolf, which meant he was close. Even the birds had gone silent. That could only mean one thing—he had found me, and was watching. The thought sharpened every emotion deliciously.
Gathering my courage, I slowly peeked out from behind the tree and froze. On a small sunlit clearing stepped out the most magnificent wolf—his fur was light gray, his movements quiet, graceful, deadly elegant.
He was huge! Not quite as massive as Wayland, of course, but definitely bigger than most others. No doubt about it.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away or stop admiring my werewolf. Such a beautiful, perfect beast that it literally took my breath away.
He walked quietly across the open clearing, his gaze locked on me, and then—step by step—he began to shift back into human form without pausing his movement, almost as if he were showing off.
It was so tantalizing, so thrilling, that my heart hammered as if it wanted to break free from my chest. I had never before witnessed the transformation of a shifter.
Zavir, for obvious reasons, stood completely naked before me—strong, breathtaking, and very much aroused. Seeing my mate like this, the most perfect and desirable man alive, desire flared hot and sharp within me all over again.
Trying to find a better angle to drool over him properly, I shifted my weight, carefully searching for a place to move my foot without making a sound. Just a second of distraction—and when I looked back at the clearing, he was gone.
Startled, I spun my head from side to side, but saw nothing. Still, a prickling sense of danger teased along my skin, winding my nerves tight. Intrigued, I dared to peek out again from behind the tree, scanning the glade.
But the instant I leaned out of my hiding place, a hard, heated body pressed me against the rough bark from behind. A strong hand clamped over my mouth.
“You little vixen,” my fiancé growled low in my ear, his tongue flicking against my earlobe and sending shivers through me. A wild, uncontrollable smile tugged at my lips.
“Is this what you want, hmm? Want me to take you, you sneaky little tease?” His voice was rough, full of heat and warning. “Don’t blame me if I do. I’ll only ask once—are you sure?”
Enough already! His heated, bare skin against mine feels so unbearably tempting, sending shivers through me. The velvet tip of his hardness presses between my cheeks, and I completely lose control. Fine, I’ll show you just how sure I am!
Parting my lips slightly, I draw one of Zavir’s fingers into my mouth—the very hand still covering my lips. I suck on it slowly, teasingly, playing with it as if it were candy. I can hear the change in my beloved’s breathing, growing quicker, heavier.