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After eating breakfast with his mother, Ben swears that he’s going to leave Rey alone for the rest of the school year. It’s only five more months—surely he can wait that long.
However, on his drive to school that same morning, all of his intentions fly out the window when he spots Rey walking along the side of the road. By herself.
A protective sort of anger flares in his chest and he pulls over next to her. She looks wary at first, but once he rolls down his window, she gives him a bright smile.
“Oh, hi, Mr. Solo! What’s up?”
“What do you think you’re doing, Rey?” he asks, struggling to keep his tone even.
“Walking to school, of course.”
“By yourself? Why isn’t your grandfather driving you?”
“He offered, but…” She shrugs. “I felt like walking today.”
Ben pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling very much like his mother. “School starts in thirty minutes. You realize you still have another three miles to go, right? And you’re walking along the side of the road, where someone could accidentally hit you.”
Rey pointedly glances up and down the empty two-lane highway, where not a single car has driven past since they started talking. “I don’t think I have to worry about that here, Mr. Solo. Anyway, I’m a fast walker.”
“That’s not the point,” Ben huffs. “There are wild animals and serial killers and reckless drivers and…just get in the car, okay?”
She blinks at him a couple times. “Wait, what?”
“I’ll drive you to school. Come on.”
Rey hesitates before hopping into the passenger seat. So much for leaving her alone, Ben thinks.
Once she buckles herself in, Rey gives him a teasing grin. “You know, Grandpa Kenobi told me not to accept any rides from strangers.”
“I’m your teacher. I don’t think I count.”
“But we only met yesterday. I hardly know you.”
Ben frowns and begins driving in the direction of the school. “Well, what would you like to know?”
“Hmm… What’s your favorite color?”
“Really? You want to know my favorite color?”
“Have to start somewhere, right?”
“I’ve never really had a favorite color…” He trails off, thinking about when he first made eye contact with Rey. Before he can stop himself, he responds, “Hazel.”
“That’s specific. Why hazel?”
Ben isn’t about to admit that hazel is his favorite color because it reminds him of her eyes, so he tells her a half-truth. “There was a small creek in my backyard growing up, where I would sometimes go swimming with my dad—but only on rainy days. The water was a greenish-blue color. Hazel.”
“Only on rainy days?”
“Of course. Haven’t you ever gone swimming in the rain before?”
Rey shakes her head. “I don’t know how to swim. Nobody ever taught me.”
“I will,” Ben blurts. “Teach you, I mean. To swim.”
Her eyes light up and she accepts his offer before he can change his mind. It’s entirely inappropriate, but he can’t help but feel excited at the prospect of spending more time with her outside of school. He tells himself he only wants to get to know her better—that his proposition has nothing to do with the way he wants to bend her over and fuck her until she’s swollen with his pups.
Ben clears his throat. “Well, what about you? What’s your favorite color?”
“Green,” she easily replies, “But only dark green, like the forest. Especially in the early morning, just before the sun comes up, when the leaves are so dark they’re almost black. It feels like I’m in a fairy tale or something.”
“You grew up in Jakku, right? I imagine you didn’t see a lot of green there.”
“There are saguaro cactuses and palo verde trees and creosote bushes, but it’s a different kind of green. Still beautiful, but the green here feels so much more alive.”
Ben takes his eyes off the road for a moment to search her face. She’s giving him one of her signature wide smiles, her eyes bright and clear. Something tugs on his heart.
“You like it here, then? In Alderaan?”
Rey pauses to consider his question. “I was a little homesick at first…But I definitely think I’m beginning to like it here.”
That makes his werewolf very happy indeed.
Ben turns into the school parking lot and parks near the back where they’re less likely to be spotted. While driving one of his students to school isn’t technically against the rules, it would definitely raise a lot of questions.
“Thanks again for the ride, Mr. Solo,” Rey says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re not as scary as everyone says, you know.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “People say I’m scary?”
“Mhm. But I think you’re secretly a great big puppy on the inside.”
Oh, if only you knew.
Her words remind him of the full moon, which is coming up in less than twenty-four hours. Ben is going to go completely feral knowing that his mate is out there, unprotected and unclaimed.
With that in mind, he gently grabs Rey’s wrist. She looks up at him with a hopeful expression, but he purses his lips. “You should go to the city this weekend with your grandfather. Do some sightseeing and shopping, get a fancy hotel room. Lord knows Kenobi has the money—he’s been living like a hermit these past twenty years.”
Rey’s eyebrows furrow. “Why?”
“Just trust me, okay? Please. Go to the city tonight.”
Though she still seems confused, she eventually agrees.
He doesn’t want to ruin her life. Not yet. If she’s in the city, he’ll have one less thing to worry about under the full moon.
***
That night Ben sneaks into the boiler room at Alderaan High and chains himself up to the pipes, just like he has every full moon since he was thirteen years old. It’s not ideal (he’d much rather be running around in the forest), but it’s preferable to killing people.
Only his mother has the keys to unlock him in the morning, which turns out to be a very good thing, because his werewolf brain grows louder as the minutes tick by.
We have a mate! it yells. Must find! Claim! Breed!
Ben tries to reason with himself, as he’s done all day, by saying that Rey is too young. But his werewolf brain doesn’t care.
Need to pup them young. More fertile, more time to have babies. Want many babies. Find Rey. Find Rey. Find Rey.
By the time eight p.m. finally rolls around, he’s barely hanging on to his sanity.
And then it begins.
Ben’s transformation, as always, is excruciatingly painful. His hands grow as big as baseball mitts, with lethal black claws for fingernails. Then every single bone in his body breaks and reforms to turn him into the hulking monster he is: eight feet tall, wide as a tree trunk, and covered in coarse black fur from head to toe. The last part of him to transform is always his face.
However, just before the transformation is complete, Ben hears footsteps walking in his direction.
“Hello?” a dreadfully familiar voice calls out. “Mr. Solo? Are you down here?”
His stomach sinks even as his mouth fills with saliva and his werewolf rejoices.
It’s Rey.
His mate.
***
Rey
Of all the stupid things Rey has done in her life, sneaking into her high school at night to find her history teacher might be the stupidest of them all.
What if she gets caught? How is she supposed to explain herself? ‘Sorry, officer, I just had a really strong feeling I was supposed to be here. Also, I think I want to fuck my history teacher. Please don’t arrest me.’
Something tells her that wouldn’t go over very well. But despite all logic, despite knowing it’s a bad idea, Rey continues to walk downstairs in search of Mr. Solo. When she makes it to the long stretch of hallway leading to the boiler room, anticipation curls in her gut. He’s close, she can feel it.
“Mr. Solo?” she calls out. “Are you down here?”
“What are you doing here?”
Rey is briefly taken aback by the sound of his voice: it comes out in an animalistic half-growl, so different from when she had talked to him a few short hours ago. She follows the sound of his voice until she makes it to the closed boiler room door, and then he says through clenched teeth:
“Do not open that door.”
She hesitates, one hand resting on the doorknob. “Is…is everything okay, Mr. Solo? You don’t sound so good.”
“Why are you here, Rey?”
A great question—one Rey would like to know the answer to as well. She shuffles her feet. “I was on my way to the city with Grandpa Kenobi when I got this really awful feeling in my chest. I made him take me back home, and then…I can’t explain it, but I felt like I had to see you. Like I would die if I didn’t. I started walking and ended up here. What’s going on? Can I open the door?”
“No!” he roars. She hears something rattling behind the door that almost sounds like chains, but that doesn’t make any sense. Why would Alderaan High have chains in the basement? Then she hears a sickening crunch sound , followed shortly by Mr. Solo crying out in pain.
“Mr. Solo!” Rey yells, pounding her fist against the door. “Are you okay? What happened?”
“Listen to me,” he says, his voice sounding strained. “I need you to run. Now. Find an empty classroom and lock yourself inside until morning. Call your grandfather if you can. Whatever you do or hear, don’t leave.”
Rey shakes her head profusely. “Please tell me what’s going on, Mr. Solo. And don’t tell me it’s nothing. My chest hurts when we’re apart, and ever since we first made eye contact, I’ve been having really weird dreams about us. And puppies. And other weird stuff.”
He lets out a string of curses. She hears more metal clanging on metal.
Rey, unable to take it any longer, turns the doorknob and says, “That’s it, I’m coming in.”
“No—”
But it’s too late. She flings open the door and comes face-to-face with…a wolf. A great, big, hairy, bipedal, angry-looking wolf. With the face of her teacher. He’s so tall that his head brushes the ceiling, and so wide that his shirt has been torn to shreds.
As she gapes at him in shock, his nose begins to grow longer, his teeth sharper. Giant ears pop straight out of his head and shiny black fur covers up the last of his bare skin, making him look like something from Teen Wolf— but much, much bigger.
“Mr. Solo,” she breathes, an equal mixture of awe and fright.
In the back of her mind, something clicks into place and Rey knows that he’s a werewolf. She remembers a story Grandpa Kenobi had told her recently, about how Alderaan was supposedly founded by werewolves. She had laughed it off at the time, but now with the evidence right in front of her, she’s no longer laughing.
A shiver runs down her spine as she remembers something else he had told her: werewolves can’t control themselves during the full moon.
Rey swallows nervously and looks back at Mr. Solo. His wrists are chained to the pipes, but the metal looks old and rusted. Surely not strong enough to hold him…
He gives her a frantic, desperate look. Just before his mouth turns into a muzzle, he manages to bark out “REY, RUN.”
And she does—though not of her own accord. Something in his voice compels her to run, like she can feel the command reverberating through her bloodstream. She takes off down the hallway and back up the stairs; however, when she makes it to the top of the stairs, she hears the very distinct sound of chains breaking.
She can’t explain it, but knowing that he’s going to chase after her makes an excited thrill run through her stomach.
When she hears heavy paws bounding up the stairs, her fight or flight instincts kick in once again. She has no idea what Mr. Solo might be capable of as a werewolf, and she doesn’t want to find out.
There’s an open classroom down the hall. If she can make it there, she might be able to lock the door and call for help.
Rey runs until her legs ache and her lungs damn near give out, but it’s not fast enough.
Just as she’s about to slam the door shut, one massive black paw grabs the door frame so hard it splinters and breaks. She yelps in surprise and stumbles back a few steps into the teacher’s desk.
Mr. Solo slowly follows her into the room. It's so cold that she can see the air puffing out of his nostrils, and yet she feels hot all over. A quick glance around the classroom tells her she’s trapped. He’s blocking the only exit, and there’s no way she can fight him off. He’s massive.
She closes her eyes and waits for the inevitable pain of his teeth and claws tearing her to bits…
But several moments pass with only the combined sound of their heavy breathing.
Opening her eyes, she sees Mr. Solo standing in the doorframe, staring at her. His entire body is shaking like he’s desperately trying to hold himself back.
For the first time that night, Rey looks into his eyes and is surprised by what she finds: he doesn’t have the cold gaze of an unthinking monster, but rather the warm caramel eyes of her teacher.
She tilts her head. “You don’t want to kill me, do you?”
He shakes his head.
“What do you want, then?”
A distressed whine escapes his throat.
Slowly, Rey closes the distance between them until they’re less than a foot apart. Then, standing on her tiptoes, she reaches her hand up to cup his face and stare into his eyes. Voice barely above a whisper, she says, “You have the same eyes as before, you know. Like melted caramel…”
The air between them becomes stiff with tension. Rey knows that she should be scared, but for some reason she feels safe with him.
“You want…me,” she murmurs. He nods, and another piece of the puzzle clicks into place. “We’re mates, aren’t we?”
Mr. Solo nods again. Relief courses through Rey; though Grandpa Kenobi didn’t tell her much about werewolves, he did tell her that they’re fiercely protective of their mate. Which means Mr. Solo doesn't want to kill her—he wants something else entirely. And, judging by the way he’s still shaking, he can’t hold out much longer.
Rey exhales slowly, steeling herself for what’s to come.
“It’s okay,” she says. “I trust you.”
The delicate thread between them snaps and Mr. Solo pounces.
His paws are everywhere, touching her hair, cupping her breasts, groping her bottom. He buries his nose in the crook of her neck and licks her with his coarse tongue. Rey is dizzy and overwhelmed by his touch, but heat pools low in her belly.
After the initial shock wears off, she finds herself arching into him, chasing his warmth. She can feel the hard length of him pressing on her stomach, separated only by her jeans and his half-torn basketball shorts.
Maybe it’s because they’re mates, or maybe it’s because she has a crush on him, but she wants more. She rolls her hips against his and whimpers, “Please.”
Mr. Solo growls low and deep in his throat. In one swift movement, he flips her over so her belly is pressed against the teacher’s desk, her ass in the air. Using his sharp claws, he tears her jeans and underwear off until her lower half is completely bare to him.
Rey lets out a yelp of surprise that quickly turns into a moan when he licks her slit. There’s no finesse to it, but it makes her toes curl nonetheless.
“F-feels good,” she stutters. “I’ve never…I’ve never done this before.”
He laps at her, reducing her to a quivering mess beneath him and silencing all of her worries. The heat in her stomach builds and builds until she falls over the edge, her legs trembling and her arousal dripping down her thighs.
Mr. Solo doesn’t give her time to recover before notching himself at her entrance; Rey wiggles her hips as he pushes into her, and they both groan when their hips meet.
She feels a twinge of pain, but once her body adjusts to his size, she just feels full. He’s stretching her, carving out a space for himself in her body, and she knows she’ll never be the same. How is anyone else supposed to compare to this?
He gives her a few comforting licks on the shoulder, and then he grabs her hips for purchase and fucks into her hard and deep. She’s sure to have claw marks and bruises in the morning, but she can’t bring herself to care.
His cock hits her in all the right places, dragging deliciously along her walls with each thrust. She can see him bulge against her stomach every time he bottoms out, and the sight is almost enough to make her come again.
Mr. Solo continues to grunt and pound into her, turning her brain to mush. Odd, foreign thoughts pop into her head, and she’s not sure if they’re coming from her or him: images of herself round and swollen with his child. Her breastfeeding two little twin babes.
It should freak her out. But it doesn’t.
“Oh! I-I’m going to—”
Rey’s orgasm hits her unexpectedly and washes over her like a tidal wave, her entire body shaking and breathless.
Then Mr. Solo howls, and something on his cock expands and catches at her entrance, sealing them together. She cries out at the additional stretch. Warmth floods her insides and he sinks his sharp teeth into the back of her neck, biting her as he fills her with his cum.
After he’s finished, Mr. Solo moves them both to the floor. Even though he’s careful not to hurt her (they’re still firmly stuck together) Rey winces when he lays them down. He tilts his head in question.
“I’m okay,” Rey says, a slight smile on her lips. “Just a little sore. I’ve never done this before, y’know. And you’re not exactly small.”
He whines and licks her a few times, which she takes as his apology.
“So does this mean that we’re together now?” Rey asks. “I’ll probably have to switch out of your class. I think there are rules against sleeping with your teacher, even if he’s your mate.”
He grunts and pulls her closer. A problem for another day, then.
Her fingers absentmindedly trace the length of his furry black ears as she falls into a quick sleep.
***
Ben
Ben’s mate is perfect.
Even though she’s sore after the first time, she still lets him lick her and fuck her and finish inside of her two more times after that. And then, when his seed begins to leak out of her swollen cunt, she doesn’t say a word as he tilts her hips up and pushes it back in.
He needs it to take. He needs to breed her before the night is over, because once he turns back into a human, it’s all going to be over. He’s going to revert back to a stupid, responsible adult; with horror, he thinks his human self might even buy her Plan B. Unforgivable.
After coming inside of Rey for the fourth time, Ben collapses beside her, exhausted. He lays his big paw on her stomach and imagines what their children will look like. Hazel eyes. Black hair. Big ears. His tail thumps happily against the floor.
He’s so focused on his own thoughts that he doesn’t hear someone walking down the hall until it’s too late.
And that’s how his mother finds them: both naked on the floor, Rey stuck on his knot, Ben wagging his tail without a care in the world.
“Benjamin Organa-Solo what have you done?” she hisses.
Something tells him she isn’t going to make his favorite breakfast this visit.