Tasting the Forbidden
As if he had eyes on the back of his head, Mr Blackwoord let out, “Whoever stopped is going to have to spar with me.”
His voice was low and dangerous, promising a world of pain to whoever dared to stop. And while I had expected many of the desperate girls of Black Fang High to stop, none of them did. It seemed like they instinctively knew that the man meant business, and wasn’t here for any silly game.
Oh heavens, why did his no-nonsense tone of voice make me weak in the knees?
I could not allow myself to get aroused here, where we were all werewolves. Even though we weren’t prudes, I would rather not be called the slut who had the hots for the new teacher.