Knocked Up by His Werewolf Dom [Lone Wolf Pack 2] by Anya Byrne Page B

this burden alone. So I've made some arrangements and we'll be receiving a new guidance councilor today."
    Jessie went rigid. He had to agree that doing both jobs tired him, but Gavin loved his job. Bringing in another person would just imbalance the kids who already had a shaky faith in their teachers.
    "I'm not sure that's—"
    The principal cut him off before he could finish the phrase. "He's already arrived, and I was hoping you could show him around. Of course, keep in mind that once Mr. Price returns, his job will be waiting for him. This is only temporary."
    That was, at least, a relief. Although Jessie still didn't like having a newcomer here butting into his business—and, all things considered, it was the last thing he needed —he would play nice with the substitute.
    "I see," he replied. "Well, of course I will be happy to help in any way that I can." He looked at his watch checking how much time he had before his next class. Fifteen minutes, give or take. The substitute might work as a good distraction from his memory of Andreas, because Jesus, his lustful instincts were getting worse. "Well, my schedule is open for the next fifteen minutes," he told the principal, more than ever thankful for the low cut of his suit jacket. "It's not that much, but after that, I have another class."
    As if on cue, another man entered the classroom and said, "That should be fine. Thank you so much for your generous offer."
    Jessie froze, staring past the principal's shoulder in disbelief. This couldn't be. He'd somehow fallen into a particularly vivid dream, no, into a nightmare. Andreas couldn't be standing a few feet away from him, dressed up in an elegant suit, a knowing smirk on the full lips Jessie remembered so well from last night.
    If Valentine noticed the tension, he made no comment on it. "Mr. Orwell, this is Andreas Brandt. Mr. Brandt, this is Jessie Orwell, our excellent English teacher and temporary guidance councilor."
    Andreas stepped forward and offered his hand to Jessie. "It's a pleasure. I've heard so much about you."
    On auto-pilot, Jessie took Andreas's extended palm. As their skin touched, electricity rushed over Jessie, canceling out any possibility of this being a dream. Impossibly, his dick hardened further, throbbing furiously in his pants and practically begging to be touched.
    He bit the inside of his cheek in a quest for control and finally managed to reply, "Welcome. I will do my best to help you during your stay here."
    The exchange seemed to satisfy the principal, who smiled and clapped his hands together. "Excellent. I will leave you to it. Mr. Orwell, Mr. Brandt, have a good day."
    As the principal left, Jessie closed the door behind him. His hands on his hips, he turned toward Andreas with a furious huff. "What in the world are you doing here? How could you follow me at work? I—"
    Moving faster than the eye could see, Andreas crossed the space between them and crushed their lips together. Jessie opened his mouth, intending to protest, but his attempt only served to give Andreas the chance to thrust his tongue into Jessie's wet cavern. And as the Dom devoured Jessie with an intensely punishing kiss, Jessie couldn't remember how to pull away. He melted against Andreas, surrendering to the unavoidable, wanting nothing more but for the kiss to go on forever.
    Alas, no such thing happened, and much sooner than Jessie would have liked, Andreas pulled away. "That was for saying you regretted last night, and I'm still not done with you," the other man told him fiercely. "As for the rest, I was going to tell you about it, but you didn't give me the chance."
    Jessie had to admit the other man had a point. Then again, Andreas's kiss had turned his brain into mush, so he might have admitted to anything.
    Shaking himself, Jessie struggled for focus. "How could I possibly trust you when you yourself admitted your intentions were to stab me in the back?
    Andreas sighed. "It's far more complicated than that,