My Professor Is My Alpha Mate

Enzo's POV

What the fuck does she thinks she’s doing?!

Lila stood in front of me completely naked. Her entire body was illuminating pink, including her face. She looked incredibly uncomfortable, and her whimper only proved that.

Her body trembled as she squeezed her legs tight, rubbing them together like she was scratching some kind of itch,

She bit onto her swollen bottom lip and whimpered again, gazing up at me like she was pleading for my help.

I could smell her honeysuckle scent potently and it was making my mouth water. My member was shifting automatically in my pants and my wolf was going insane over the view.

He was begging me to take our mate as our own and have our way with her, but I was holding him back. She was clearly not in the right state of mind.

She was also naked and completely exposed in the hallway of her parent's apartment.

I grabbed onto her arm and pulled her into the closed compacity of my room, sealing the door behind us.

She stumbled into the room and turned around to face me again, tears welling in her eyes

“I need help..." she whispered hoarsely. “I don't know what's wrong with me.”

Unfortunately, I did.

Lila had gone into heat.

This was not going to be a good outcome.

"Just try to breathe,” I ordered. “I'll get you some ice water, it usually helps.”

She didn't care how exposed she was to me; she widened her legs to grant me silent permission to do whatever it was I wanted, and I loved that.

Everything about her was glorious and her whimper begged me to please her.

I watched as her juices dripped down her legs; she didn’t seem to mind or care that I was watching with such intent and desire. It only made her want me more.

I began to please her with my tongue, licking every juice that left her body as her body jerked in pleasure. Another small moan escaped her lips, and her breathing grew harsh.

I deepened my tongue, throwing a couple of fingers inside of her, trying to bring her to that sweet release.

Her body began to shudder, and she withdrew her fingers from my hair to run them through her own hair. Soon, she was digging her nails into the bed sheets, just as she reached her climax. I didn't stop though, I continued to please her until she was begging me to stop.

I felt her body's heat simmering down and her body trembled with satisfaction.

By the end, we were both breathless, but my cock wanted more.

She was staring at my member with curiosity and lust in her eyes. She bit onto her lip like she was giving me permission to release it. I went to reach for my pants and then a knock on the door caused us both to freeze.

I could see the pure panic in her eyes as she glanced at the door and then back at me.

"Enzo, are you in there?”

It was Bastien.

Lile was quick to scramble out of bed and I motioned for her to hide underneath. She did so without hesitation.

“Just a moment,” I said quickly as I made sure Lila was unseen. Once she was completely covered, I went to the door to open it. “Hey, Bastien,” I said lamely rubbing my hand behind my neck like I was some kind of schoolboy that was caught in the act.

“I wanted to thank you again for helping Lila during that fire. I'm not sure what I would have done if anything were to happen to her. She's lucky to have you nearby to help her whenever she needs it.” "Of course,” I said, hoping to the Goddess that he didn't sense Lila in this room. “Any daughter of yours is a daughter of mine—" I stopped short, instantly regretting my choice of words.

Now, I feel gross.

Max snickered.

“Dinner will be ready shortly if you want to come downstairs. I think Lila might be sleeping because she isn't answering her door. But maybe you can get her up in time for dinner?”

“Yeah, I'll see what I can do,” I said as I watched him disappear down the hallway.

I sighed in relief, and I could feel Lila's relief as well as she crawled out from her hiding place. She was still naked, and her face was completely red. Not because she was in heat, but because of how embarrassed she was.

We stood there silently for a moment before I decided to say something.

“Dinner will be ready—"

“Il heard...” she interrupted.

I looked around her face, wondering what she was thinking. She didn't look back at me for long; she grabbed a towel that sat on the dresser and wrapped her body in it. She was trying hard not to make eye contact with me.

As she walked toward the door, she paused, keeping her eyes lowered.

“I'd appreciate it if we never spoke about this again...” she said and then she left.