Favorite Sin 117

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Be A Good Student

~Lyra

“I’m creative,” I said with a grin that could’ve gotten me suspended from school and excommunicated from

church. “And also very committed to your academic success, Mr. Thornvale.”

I dragged my fingers slowly up his chest as I said it, watching the way his body reacted beneath my touch.

Every muscle in him tightened like I was pulling strings in all the right places.

His jaw clenched. His eyes darkened. His breath came slower and heavier like he was already imagining

everything I hadn’t even said yet.

And honestly, that just encouraged me. Because I could feel it in the air–that slow, dangerous kind of heat building between us, thick and heavy, the kind that makes your chest rise too fast and your thighs press

together on instinct.

But I wasn’t done. Of course not. I never am.

“In fact,” I continued, tilting my head and giving him my most innocent, most untrustworthy smile, “I think it’s really important for struggling students to receive… personal tutoring. One–on–one sessions. Private, focused, hands–on guidance. I’m talking the kind of close supervision that leaves bite marks and straight As.”

He still hadn’t moved. But I could feel the restraint in him like it was a living thing. His hand on my thigh was gripping tighter now, fingers flexing just slightly, and I knew he was holding himself back with everything he

had.

“I’d have you come to my classroom after hours,” I went on, my voice softer now, sweeter, even more dangerous. “I’d be wearing a white blouse, tight pencil skirt, heels–obviously.

“And I’d sit on the desk, legs crossed, glasses on, grading papers while you walk in looking guilty and hard

and desperate.

“You’d try to apologize for not paying attention in class, but I’d stop you. I’d say, ‘Mr. Thornvale, your behavior has been completely unacceptable. You’ve left me no choice but to discipline you.””

He exhaled slowly through his nose, and his grip on my thigh tightened again.

“I’d stand up,” I whispered, completely caught in my own fantasy now, “walk right up to you, and tilt your chin up with my ruler. I’d tell you to kneel. Right there. On the classroom floor. And if you hesitated even once, I’d say, ‘Do you want to fail, Damon? Or do you want to prove to me how badly you want to stay in this class?“”

His breathing had changed. He was staring at me now like he was two seconds from forgetting the entire world existed. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

“And once you were on your knees,“I continued, dragging my fingers back down his chest, “I’d sit back on the desk, spread my legs, and make you use your mouth until I told you to stop.

“And I wouldn’t say a word the whole time. I’d just look down at you, completely silent, grading you with my eyes. And if I was feeling generous, if you were obedient and eager and didn’t mouth off like you always do, I might just let you c*m when class is over.”

Damon didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. His entire body was vibrating now, not with fear or hesitation, but with pure, primal restraint.

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“And,” I added, eyes wide and lips parted in fake innocence, “if you behaved for the rest of the week, I’d let you stay for extra credit. Hands–on exams. Oral quizzes. Maybe even a group project if you’re feeling brave

That was it.

That was the line that broke him.

He moved so fast I barely saw it. One second I was sitting smug in front of him, and the next his hand was wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.

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His face was right in front of mine. His breath was hot against my mouth. His eyes were blazing with a hunger that made my whole body lock up and melt at the same time.

“Kitten,” he growled, voice rough and shaking like he was holding himself together with a thread. “If you keep talking, I am going to bend you over this bed, shove my c**k down your throat, and make you choke on your own detention fantasies until the doctor walks in and gets a full view of her Luna gagging on Alpha c**k. Is that what you want?”

I gasped. And not just a cute little oh–my–God type of gasp. I mean the kind that escaped involuntarily. straight from my chest like it had ripped itself out of my lungs. My mouth flew open.

My back arched. My thighs clenched so hard I probably gave myself a charley horse. Because Damon-

Damon Thornvale, the scariest, hottest, most emotionally confusing Alpha to ever walk this planet–just

whispered the filthiest thing I had ever heard in my life.

Luna gagging on Alpha c**k. That’s what he said. Out loud. With a straight face. Like it was a perfectly

normal Tuesday.

I just blinked at him, completely stunned. I was absolutely speechless for about two–point–five seconds,

which is saying something because I talk more than I breathe. My brain was glitching. My hormones were screaming. My p***y was already signing up for extra credit.

“You wouldn’t,” I said eventually, my voice breathy and weak and so unconvincing I might as well have

moaned it, I didn’t even mean to say it. It just tumbled out because I didn’t know what else to do with myself. “You wouldn’t. Not with the doctor coming. You wouldn’t do that.”

He didn’t smirk.

He didn’t laugh.

He just leaned in even closer, letting his lips graze my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and he said, “You

don’t think I would?”

His hand moved up my thigh, slow but firm, fingers dragging against my skin like he owned it.

He was so close now, his voice sinking lower, darker, like he was warning me and seducing me at the same

time.

My thighs instinctively parted. My chest rose too fast. My entire body reacted before my brain could catch

up.

“No,” I said again, but it came out wrong. Soft. Shaky. Desperate. I sounded like a liar and we both knew it.” You’re the Alpha now. You’re responsible. You care about me and the baby. You wouldn’t..”

“Ten seconds, kitten,” he cut in, his voice rough and deep and deadly calm. “Ten seconds to shut that smart little mouth before I f**k the teacher fantasy out of your brain and make the pack doctor walk in on her Luna

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drooling all over Daddy’s cock.”

My entire soul left my body.

I felt it. I felt it float right out of my spine, up to the ceiling, look down at us, and whisper you’re so f****d,

before vanishing completely.

My p***y clenched so hard I saw stars. My n*****s hardened instantly. I whimpered, actually whimpered like

I’d just been hit with a spell.

“Okay,” I said quickly, throwing my hands up in surrender, which was hilarious because I was already trembling and struggling to sit still. “Okay. I give up. You win. I’ll be good. I’ll behave.”

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at me, and his expression made my stomach flip. His eyes were

wild but focused.

His lips were parted just a little, and his grip on my thigh was still strong. I felt like I was being hunted while sitting perfectly still, trying not to get eaten.

“You’ll behave now?” he asked, his tone completely unreadable.

“Yes,” I replied, nodding so fast I nearly gave myself whiplash. “I promise. I’ll be quiet. No more roleplay. No more teasing. No more bad ideas. I’ll sit here like a good Omega and wait for the doctor.”

He raised one brow, unconvinced.

To prove I meant it, I pressed my lips together, mimed zipping them shut, and then–because I’m extra–l fake–locked the invisible zipper, took the fake key, and threw it over my shoulder with flair.

I placed my hands neatly in my lap and gave him my most innocent smile like I wasn’t two seconds away from mounting him right there on the bed.

He stared at me for a few seconds that felt like an hour.

Then he leaned in and brushed the softest kiss against the corner of my mouth. His voice, when it came next, was low and full of something that melted me into a puddle on the spot.

“Good girl.”

I actually whimpered again. Full–body shiver. My thighs were already slick. My breath was already shallow. I was one more word away from combusting.

And then it happened.

Two sharp knocks at the door.

We both froze.

Neither of us spoke.

Another knock followed, calm and professional, followed by a woman’s voice.

“Alpha Thornvale,” she called softly from the other side. “I’m here for Luna Lyra’s checkup.”

And that’s when it hit me like a truck.

I was flushed. My legs were spread. My panties were soaked. I had just spent the last ten minutes trying to convince my Alpha to play detention fantasy roleplay while a literal medical professional stood outside waiting to examine my utérus.

I was one button away from full nudity. One breath away from begging him to shove his c**k in my mouth

and make me sob into his lap like an honor student.

And now the doctor was outside.

Ready to see if I was pregnant.

God help me.

“Damon, do not open that…”

But he already did.

The door creaked open, and the doctor stepped in.

And she paused.

Oh my God. She paused.

She looked from Damon to me, and then her gaze dropped slightly–to my flushed cheeks, my messy hair, my half–unbuttoned shirt that was very much not hiding my peaked n*****s–and then back to Damon.

I smiled. I panicked. I folded my hands in my lap like I was a nun and not two seconds away from saying yes Daddy, I’ll behave into a pillow.

“Hi,” I squeaked.

The doctor gave a very professional nod, but I could see it. The knowing. That quiet, patient, I’ve–seen–it–all–and–you’re–not–subtle look. She didn’t comment.

She didn’t smirk. She just walked in with her bag like she hadn’t just walked into the aftermath of a crime scene made of lust.

“I’ll just need a moment to set up,” she said calmly.

I turned slowly to glare at Damon as he shut the door behind her. He walked back to my side, still composed like he hadn’t just promised to bend me over and grade my mouth.