Chapter 119: Aphrodisiac For What?*

Outside the door, Clarice stood with her ear pressed flat against the wood.

The walls and the door of the study were incredibly thick, designed specifically for privacy. Even with her excellent hearing, she could hardly hear anything.

Still, she didn’t need to hear the conversation. The creaking of the desk and the moans slipping from Blair’s lips carried through the wood just fine.

A sly, triumphant smirk spread across Clarice’s lips.

She hadn’t even needed the aphrodisiac after all. Her instincts had been correct; she wasn’t overthinking. This is why Jack had agreed so readily to let Daemus and Blair stay here instead of forcing them back to the academy.

Clarice tapped her fingers against her thigh, silently wondering just how long Jack had been sleeping with his student. It was a scandalous violation of academy rules. If this got out, Jack could lose his prestigious job, and Blair would undoubtedly be expelled.

But Clarice didn’t care about any of that.

She only cared about Daemus. Her sole focus was ensuring her son saw the "fragile, innocent" human girl for the slut she truly was. Beastmen, by their very nature, would willingly share a female, but wolves were different. A wolf would never share his mate.

If Daemus wasn’t still out on his run, Clarice would have dragged him to listen at the door himself.

But it was fine. She had planned for every contingency. She had hidden her phone inside Jack’s office earlier that morning, tucked away where he wouldn’t notice it, and set it to record. She just had to wait until Jack eventually left to retrieve it.

With a wide, satisfied smile, Clarice turned on her heel and walked away. There was a pep in her step as she headed down the stairs to begin cooking breakfast.

"They are going to be very hungry after all that vigorous activity," Clarice mused quietly to herself, her smirk widening.

Inside the office, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

Jack was now seated in his chair. Blair was kneeling on the floor between his legs.

Her face was red as she stared at his cock. It was still semi-erect even after the intense session they just had on the desk, the thick length glistening with the wetness of his release.

Blair nervously twisted her fingers together. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and hesitant. "I... I’ve never done it before," she admitted shyly.

Jack took her small hand in his and placed it around the base of his cock.

"I am your teacher, and you are my student," Jack murmured. "It is my job to teach you."

He placed his hand over hers, guiding her through the slow, steady motion of jerking him off to establish the rhythm. The friction pulled a low hum from his chest.

"Now, lick it," Jack instructed.

Blair leaned forward. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She ran her warm, wet tongue slowly up the length of his shaft. Then, entirely on her own accord, she parted her lips and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

"Fuck," Jack swore, his fingers instantly tangling into her hair.

Blair continued to suck him, relying entirely on her instincts and his reactions. She used his breathing as a guide to know if she was doing a good job.

She would nervously glance up at him through her lashes. Jack was staring down at her, his head tipped back against the chair, his lips slightly parted. Whenever she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip while he was in her mouth, his breath would hitch. Whenever she bravely took him a little bit deeper, his hands would tighten in her hair and another breathy curse would slip past his lips.

Suddenly, Jack’s grip tightened significantly. He pulled her off him by her hair, forcing her head back.

"Use your hand now," Jack demanded, his chest heaving.

Blair did exactly as he asked, wrapping her hand around him and jerking him off with the fast, frantic pace he preferred.

A moment later, Jack came with a low groan, his release shooting across her hand, with a few stray drops splashing onto her cheek.

Jack let his head fall back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath. Once his pulse leveled out, he stood up and began fixing himself, calmly buckling his trousers.

He pulled a cigarette from the box on his desk, lit it, and looked down at Blair through a cloud of smoke.

"You don’t seem to regret it," Jack noted dryly.

Blair brought the hem of her shirt up, quietly wiping the cum from her cheek and her hand. She slowly pushed herself up onto wobbly legs.

I don’t, she admitted in the privacy of her own thoughts.

Blair avoided his gaze. "Could you open the door, please?" she asked quietly.

Jack furrowed his brows. He walked over to the door and grabbed the handle. He pushed it down, but the mechanism spun uselessly in his grip.

Jack dropped his hand, turning back to face her. "Why were you in here?"

Blair let out a shaky breath and explained how Clarice set her up.

Surprisingly for Blair, Jack didn’t question her story or accuse her of lying. He actually believed her.

Jack took a slow drag from his cigarette, the pieces of the puzzle snapping together perfectly in his mind. He had already figured out what Clarice was up to.

"When I first arrived here this morning," Jack explained, blowing a stream of smoke toward the ceiling, "she stopped me at the front door. She told me she had just mopped the upstairs hallway, so I couldn’t walk up there."

Jack leaned back against the edge of his desk. "She suggested I fly in through my office window instead. And she gave me a can of soda as a ’sorry for the inconvenience’."

Blair stared at him, her eyes widening as she realized where he was going with this.

"I threw the soda away before I flew up here."

Jack looked at Blair, his red eyes narrowing. "Did she give you something to drink?"

"Yes," Blair nodded quickly. "Rose leaf tea. But I didn’t drink it."

Jack let out a quiet chuckle, finding the situation so amusing. They had both dodged the aphrodisiacs Clarice had undoubtedly laced their drinks with, yet Clarice had still managed to get exactly the result she wanted.

Jack’s amusement faded quickly.

"We were both lured into this specific room," Jack deduced calmly. "Which means my office is currently a controlled environment of hers."

He looked at Blair, his expression serious. "Look for a phone, a camera, or any sort of recording device."

"Okay," Blair responded. If Clarice had a recording, Daemus would find out what she did. She could not let that happen.