My Student Is A Wolf

Summary

Bad move, raising a wolf pup.

That was the only thought in my mind as Caspian pinned me to the mattress.

His hand wrapped around my waist, tightening slowly.

His fingertips traced a path down my skin, inch by agonizing inch.

With his other hand, he toyed with the ends of my hair, his touch no longer the innocent gesture of a student.

His obsidian eyes overflowed with a maddening, predatory hunger. His voice dropped to a dangerous, gravelly rasp:

"Sir, how could you ever think of abandoning