Elena slid into the desk beside Marcus just as the math professor dimmed the lights for the projector, the scrape of her chair against the linoleum floor sending a subtle vibration through her thighs. The classroom smelled of dry erase markers, old textbooks, and the faint musk of two dozen students, but her focus narrowed instantly to the beta at her side—his broad shoulders straining the fabric of his henley, the clean line of his jaw shadowed by stubble, the way his scent of pine and warm earth wrapped around her like an invisible tether. She gripped her pencil tighter, willing the sudden flutter in her core to settle. This was just nerves, she told herself, the usual ache of proximity to her destined mate amplified by the stuffy room. Suppress it. Breathe through it. No one could know how her skin had begun to prickle under her clothes.

Marcus shifted, nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly as he glanced her way, a low rumble building in his chest that only she could hear. Her scent was changing, sweetening like ripe berries under moonlight, threading through the air between them and stirring something primal in his beta instincts. He leaned closer under the guise of sharing notes, his knee brushing hers, but the contact sent a spark racing up her leg. Elena bit the inside of her cheek, heat blooming low in her belly, her breasts tightening against the lace of her bra. She crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together to cage the growing throb between them, the slick warmth already gathering at her entrance.

Then it hit—a sudden, crashing wave that stole her breath. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, a rush of liquid heat flooding her panties as her nipples pebbled into aching peaks. Sweat beaded along her spine, her pulse hammering in her ears while visions of Marcus pinning her down, his cock thick and hard inside her, flooded her mind. She whimpered softly, the sound swallowed by the droning lecture, her body arching forward as the first true surge of heat rolled through her veins like liquid fire. Marcus's hand found her knee under the desk, fingers digging in with protective urgency, his own breathing ragged as her scent hit him full force.

Marcus inhaled sharply, the classroom's stale air suddenly thick with the heady musk of her heat as it crashed over him in waves. His beta senses ignited, every muscle tensing as the sweet, berry-ripe scent of her arousal flooded his lungs and hardened his cock against the seam of his jeans. Elena's body burned hotter now, a feverish flush creeping up her neck and across the swell of her breasts, her inner wolf stirring with feral insistence—the beast clawing at her core, demanding she arch her back and offer her dripping pussy for claim. Slick pooled between her thighs in a hot rush, her entrance clenching and fluttering around emptiness, the throb of her clit sending sparks through her veins while her nipples ached for his tongue.

"Easy, love," Marcus murmured low, his voice a gravelly pack reassurance that vibrated against her ear as he leaned in, his thumb stroking her knee in slow, grounding circles. "The pack's strength flows through us both. You're safe with me—your beta will see you through this heat." His own scent thickened in response, pine and earth laced with the sharp edge of his rising arousal, his knot already beginning to swell at the base of his shaft in instinctive reply to her need. Elena's wolf howled louder within her, a primal surge that made her hips twitch forward unconsciously, her pussy lips parting against the soaked fabric of her panties as fresh wetness trickled down.

She leaned closer

Lunar Heat: Classroom Mating