The Teacher and the Werewolf (Paranormal Classroom Book 1) Read online

  The Teacher and the Werewolf

  By

  Anya Merchant

  Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.

  CHAPTER 1

  The woman was at least ten years older than Kato, probably closer to fifteen. That hadn’t factored into his decision making process when it came to picking her up for the night, but as the two of them walked along the street toward his apartment, he was strangely excited by the age gap. She was tall, almost as tall as him, and had no trouble keeping up with his long strides.

  “Just one drink, and that’s all!” said the woman. Bailey, her name was Bailey, Kato reminded himself.

  “Of course, we’ll be quick about it. My place is right up here.” He gestured to an ungated condominium complex ahead of them. His was on the second floor, on the end closest to the street, and he led her up to it.

  Kato had found Bailey outside of one of the few clubs in Westbrook. It was a little past 2 AM, and all of the people out for the night had started to head home. He had flirted with Bailey, grabbing her attention as she walked by him, and fate had taken it from there.

  It had been a convenient meeting, the kind that Kato liked. Though he looked mature for his age, at 18 years old, it required subterfuge for him to actually get into clubs. He had a fake ID, but preferred to not use it unless it was necessary, and to instead keep a modest, low profile.

  “You live here?” asked the woman. The two stopped right outside his apartment, and Kato unlocked the door with his key. As they stepped into the light of his living room, the woman was able to see the details of his face clearly for the first time.

  “You’re so young!” said Bailey. “Jeez, you’re almost the same age as my son! Isn’t it a little past your bedtime?”

  Kato smiled. She was at least a little drunk, and now he could make out more of her features, as well. She had nicely sized breasts for her thin frame, and too much makeup on her face.

  “Have a seat,” said Kato. “I’ll pour us some wine.”

  He shut the door behind them, and then gestured over to his couch. Kato’s apartment was a neat, modern styled one bedroom, the type of place that would better fit a thirty something professional living in Los Angeles or New York.

  He pulled a bottle of pinot noir out of the cupboard, along with two long stemmed wine glasses, and then walked over and sat down next to Bailey. She seemed a little confused, as though she was beginning to be unsure of why she was there.

  “We are not going to have sex tonight,” she said. “You’re too young! I would feel like some type of prowler.”

  “Is that so?” Kato set the glasses and bottle on the polished stone coffee table in front of him, making a small but audible clinking noise that rang out through the room.

  He locked eyes with the woman, and brought his hand up to her cheek. Bailey, her name is Bailey, he reminded himself again. She was blushing, and tried to look away at first.

  “You’re…so young, though…”

  Kato let his thumb rub across her lips, which were soft and full. He leaned in and kissed her, and let his fingers dance underneath the bottom hem of her halter top.

  Despite her objections, Bailey responded eagerly as Kato moved the situation forward. Her tongue danced with his as he kissed her more deeply, and she kicked off the high heels that she had been wearing, each of them dropping down onto the polished wood floor.

  She smelled nice. It wasn’t just the perfume, either, though Kato did have to concede that she had picked a good one, and wore it better than most women. Bailey smelled clean, and fresh, almost like a virgin nun, newly committed to wearing the habit.

  But she was clearly not a nun, and Kato was reminded of that by the way she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself in closer against him. She was older than him, true, but age made no difference to Kato. All he cared about was what a woman could do for him.

  He leaned back and pulled his shirt up and over his head, and heard Bailey let out a small gasp as she caught sight of his defined six pack and arm muscles.

  “Oh wow…” she said. “Maybe I did make the right choice tonight, after all.”

  Kato didn’t waste any time, and pulled her shirt off her in one fluid motion. Underneath it were her breasts, contained only by a small black bra, which Kato tugged down on until her pink nipples popped out above the top.

  “You can take that off, you know…”

  Kato wasn’t listening. The woman was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and he unzipped them and pulled them off her, holding onto her midriff and using more strength than was actually necessary. His own pants were next, and he moved in a rush. Kato felt himself being taken in by the same intense, animalistic need that had compelled him to go out hunting for a woman in the first place.

  “Slow down sailor, we have all night!” Bailey was giving him a bemused look, but Kato didn’t care. This was his favorite part.

  He dropped his boxers down, exposing his large, rock hard member. The woman’s eyes locked onto it and widened, clearly expressing a little concern over whether or not his thing would actually fit inside her.

  Kato ripped Bailey’s panties off her, and then positioned himself between her legs. He pinned her arms against the couch and placed several quick, passionate kisses on her neck. His cock teased at her entrance, sizing it up and slowly beginning to part her folds for access.

  “Oh god…” moaned Bailey. “It’s so big. Oh god!”

  She cried out as Kato pushed inside of her. Usually he was gentle at the start when it came to sex, but it was late in the lunar cycle, and his fury was beginning to influence him. He could feel her cunt rapidly beginning to moisten as he jammed his cock deeper into her, having zero qualms about being rough.

  Aside from his heavy breathing and the occasional, almost primal sounding grunt, Kato was silent during the sex. He kept her arms pinned down the entire time, though it was clear that there was no need. It was a trait that came out along with his other side, wanting to be savage in the way he fucked, taking women instead of joining with them.

  “Kato!” cried the woman.

  The room was full of noise, the sound of her cries and moans mixed with the sound of Kato slamming his rod into her. His couch was large, and he had bought it specifically for that reason. He groped at the woman’s breasts, licking them, and then kissing her face, and biting her lip and neck.

  He leaned back, grabbed her by the waist, and then began his sexual onslaught for real. Kato’s endurance knew no limit, and when it came to the rough, powerful emotions of carnal desire, he gave his body permission to use all of his sexual strength and stamina on his partner.

  “I’m cumming! Kato, I’m cumming!”

  Again, he wasn’t listening. Kato’s selfish, inward focus during sex was only offset by how easy it was for him to get women off, almost as if by accident. He continued pounding away at Bailey’s pussy, letting the pleasure building in his crotch slowly intensify.

  She collapsed back into the couch, clearly exhausted, but Kato was far from done. He pulled out of her and brought his cock to her face. Before she could say anything he had slid it into her mouth, taking full advantage of those soft, luscious lips he had noticed earlie
r.

  He pumped his member in and out, holding her head in his hands and being just as rough as he had been before. It felt incredibly good, and a couple of seconds of it was all it took to set him off. He pulled out and let his hot, sticky seed blast onto the woman’s chest and face, letting out a satisfied growl as he did.

  Instantly, Kato felt his desire and fury begin to fade. The sex had been exactly what he needed. He sighed, and then stood up from the couch and walked over to the large window in the front of his living room. The moon hung bright in the sky, only a few slivers away from being full, and he knew it would be time within the next few nights.

  “Mmm…that was nice,” said Bailey. “Forget about what I said before. You are all man.”

  Kato walked back over and pulled his wallet out of his crumpled pants on the floor. He took out several hundred dollar bills and handed them to the woman.

  “Cab fare. You should get going.”

  Bailey looked at him, and then at the money, and then back at him. Her eyes narrowed into a glare, and she threw the money on the floor.

  “Are you serious? I’m not a fucking prostitute!”

  Kato crossed his arms, his face set in a cold, neutral expression.

  “It’s not for the sex. It’s for you to forget that you were ever here.”

  Once it became clear to the woman that he was being serious, and was not interested in her continued presence, she left, taking the money with her. Kato pulled on his boxer briefs and poured himself a glass of wine. He looked out through the window at the moon again, and caught sight of his own reflection in the glass.

  His canine teeth were extended and out, and his eyes had a red, hungry gleam to them, just as they had when he’d woken up that morning. He took a sip of his wine, and then focused in on his breathing, willing the beast within him to relax, and come to a calm state. He looked again, and saw a regular human staring back at him, his tan skin, curly black hair, and brown eyes fitting what he remembered of his profile.

  For Kato, it wasn’t just about maintaining the look of a typical person. The urges had become more severe over the course of the last week, even more so than they usually were at that point in the month. It had become difficult for him to live a normal life, and to keep himself under control.

  That was all he wanted, and yet it was also the one thing that managed to always be just out of his reach. Whenever the beast got the best of him, he would become an animal, fighting and fucking as though it was all that he cared about. It was his struggle to confront, and his alone.

  He lifted his wine glass up to his lips, and realized that it was already empty. Instead of pouring another he set it down on the kitchen counter, and then headed into his room. Kato sat down on his bed and stretched out, suddenly feeling very tired. Tomorrow was a new day, a new beginning, and a new chance at the happiness that seemed ever so elusive.

  CHAPTER 2

  Kato was up early the next morning. The apartment was quiet, which he liked. It was one of the advantages of living alone. He pulled himself out of bed, took a shower, and then dressed with quick and efficient movements.

  He had always been much more of a night owl than a morning person, but he also wasn’t the type to begrudge the process of getting up, either. As Kato passed by the full length mirror in his bedroom, he double checked one last time to make sure he wasn’t showing any obvious signs of his transformation, and then headed into the kitchen.

  The clothes he had chosen were modest, a clean pair of jeans and a tailored black long sleeve shirt. All of the minor luxuries Kato was able to afford stemmed from his own intelligent handling of his inheritance money, giving him enough passive income through investments to throw thousands of dollars around at whatever he felt like he needed.

  Yesterday had been a Sunday, and he’d spent most of it at the gym, followed by a couple of hours getting things ready for the new week. Ingredients for breakfast had already been laid out, and it only took him a couple of minutes to prepare some eggs, bacon, and sausage for himself.

  Kato cooked all of his meat before eating it. The few other lycanthropes that he had met, back when he had embraced a vagabond lifestyle that let him be more open about his abilities, had thought it a strange quirk. Kato enjoyed the taste of cooked meat, and abhorred the associations that came with eating it raw.

  He chewed his food slowly, going through one of his breathing exercises as he did. It was always during the base, primal actions that he would lose control. Fighting, eating, and sex, all of them were risky for him to do in public, especially this deep into the month. Kato’s focus, now that he was living among humans as a human, was to keep himself in check. It was challenging in practice, and only became harder in situations where a single slipup would lead to immediate discovery.

  Kato finished his meal, and brought his dishes to the sink. Then, after slinging a simple messenger bag over his shoulder, he headed out, locking the door behind him. He walked down the stairs and out of his apartment complex, watching the fall leaves slowly drift down to the ground in front of him as he walked over to his bike.

  One of the few possessions of his father that had come down to him, aside from money and vague photos, had been a classic Yamaha XS650 Special motorcycle. He had spent years in his early teens restoring it, and started riding before it was even legal for him to do so.

  The black gloss paint had a mirror slick sheen in the sun. He climbed on top of it, disengaged the kick stand, and started it up. It had been rainy for the past few days, and riding was made even more dangerous by the distaste Kato had for the typical motorcycle safety equipment and gear.

  He sped down the road, going the speed limit only when trapped behind cars in the same lane, and enjoying the way the cool air whipped at his hair and face. After a couple of minutes, he reached his destination.

  Westbrook Union High School was surprisingly large, at least considering the small population of the city it served. It was the only high school in the area, however, and drew in students from many of the neighboring towns and communities.

  Kato found a spot for his bike in the student parking lot. It was his first day at WUHS. For most of his life, he had jumped from foster families to group homes, back to foster families, until he finally managed to achieve legal emancipation on his 16th birthday. He had never been at a single school for more than a year or two tops, and though he was new to Westbrook, the area already gave him a certain comfort.

  He dismounted from his bike, slipped his helmet into the locking saddlebag that he had specially ordered and installed, and then walked towards the main entrance. Students were flocking in from every direction, laughing and talking to each other. Kato smiled at the gentle naivety of it all, and headed inside.

  A couple weeks ago, he had stopped by the main office to officially enroll and get everything set up. The principal was an attractive woman in her mid-forties, and she had been welcoming, but a little nervous. Kato was used to having that effect on people. He was charming, but in a way that revealed nothing. He would choose his words carefully, but say a lot with them.

  She had given him a tour of the school and shown him where his homeroom and locker would be, along with a basic class schedule that covered the requirements he had left. Kato walked through the halls, feeling the gazes and glances of the other teenagers as he went by. He stopped at his locker and dropped his bag off in it, ignoring the way most of the people in the hall were paying rapt attention to him out of the corners of their eyes.

  His destination was room 214, on the second floor. The bell rang before he had made it more than halfway, and suddenly the halls were empty. Kato didn’t rush, and continued walking at his even, metered pace.

  Everyone was sitting down in the room when he came in. A short, attractive, brown haired woman was writing something on the chalkboard. She was wearing a skirt that hung surprisingly high on her thighs and a blouse that was cut surprisingly low. The outfit showed off her nice figure, with big breasts and a bodacious butt
.

  “It’s poor form to be late on your first day, Mr. Lancer.” She turned and looked at him, and Kato could see a sharp intelligence flowing out of her beautiful green eyes.

  “Well it’s as you said,” replied Kato. “It is my first day, Mrs…”

  “Ms. Vega,” said the woman. “I’ll be your homeroom teacher.”

  She wrote something else on the board, and Kato smiled. She was a pleasant surprise, not at all what he was expecting out of a small town school. Something about her demeanor gave him a sense of great strength within her, but also great vulnerability.

  Ms. Vega left him standing awkwardly in front of the class for another minute while she finished putting up a lesson plan on the board. Finally, she turned towards the group of students, about twenty of them total, and cleared her throat.

  “Alright class, this is Kato Lancer. He’s an exchange student who is going to be joining us for the rest of the year. Kato, would you like to introduce yourself to the class?”

  Most of the teenagers in the room were either bored or smiling at him with delinquent mischief on their minds. Kato surveyed the room, and then slowly stepped over to where Ms. Vega was standing. He intentionally positioned himself a little closer to her than he needed to be, and waited for the moment to hang before beginning to speak.

  “My name is Kato. My family…has travelled around a lot. Hopefully I end up sticking around here for long enough to get to know some of you.”

  Somebody in the back of the room whispered something, and the whole room broke into laughter. Kato caught eyes with the boy who had made the offending remark, a muscular blond fellow, and watched as he spit something onto the empty chair that was clearly meant to be his.

  “Alright, enough class,” said Ms. Vega. “Have a seat Kato. I’m sorry about this bunch, they can be a little rambunctious at times.”

  “No apology needed, Ms. Vega.” Kato walked over to his desk slowly, letting silence return to the room before he made his move. He met eyes with the muscular boy again, and said nothing for just long enough for everyone in the room to get a sense of what was about to happen. Then, he grabbed onto his chair and pushed it into the floor as he moved it roughly across the tile, making a loud, high pitched screeching noise as he did.