I Kissed My Professor And He Liked It novel Chapter 246

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