Claire didn’t feel like she was lying…she was just omitting the detail that she initially went there to seduce him. Working her way up to where she was now. Had she’d know Matt would be so receptive she wouldn’t have bothered with his Beta. So it actually was pretty good she didn’t actually do anything with TJ. Being a were herself she knew nails scratching the scalp always felt really good in wolf form so she imagined it would feel good in human form as well. Judging on Matt’s reaction she assumed correctly.
She bit her lip in pleasure when he gripped her hip. It was hard, she knew it would bruise, but she didn’t mind. It would be a mark of him branding her almost. Marking her as his. He moved even closer if that was even possible. His thigh moved higher and deciding to accommodate him lifted one of her legs to wrap around his waist. Claire moaned deeply when he finally kissed her. How had she been waiting for this and good Lord was he good at this. It was fierce and deep and everything she had been craving. She was pretty much trapped by his arms and body and she couldn’t be happier.
Claire let out something mixed between a gasp and pleased growl when he bit her. He bit her. While he may not understand mating rituals of the werewolf world, Claire did. Biting her like that, marking her usually meant that he was staking his claim of her. He was saying that she was his intended…his intended mate. While the Claire in her mind had a brief panic the wolf was enjoying the feeling too much so it smothered that voice out.
However when that voice was heard and he broke away with a snarl. Claire also turned to face the intruder with a growl rumbling deep in her throat her eyes narrowed. It was a teacher…while if back home or in an actual wolf environment anyone one who interrupted two Alphas would have scampered away in this situation the teacher was dominant in this situation. Fine…they didn’t want them to do it in the locker room. No way was this over. As she lowered her leg from his waist she grabbed him by the back of the neck pulling him close. Whispering in his ear she grabbed his hand, “Follow me.” She began to pull him along out of the locker room.