Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
The scent of her arousal cloaks my head. I open my mouth wide and cover her entire crotch. Her thin shorts are no barrier to the heat and damp I feel through them. I scrape my teeth along her sex.
“Wh-what are you doing?“
What am I doing?
I have no right to be here between Carlotta James’s thighs. She didn’t invite me. She didn’t consent. And she already slapped me three times for taking from her without consent last time.
Just because I’m her mate doesn’t mean I can overpower her and take what I want.
It should be the opposite. I should respect her. Treat her like a fucking queen. So what am I doing here?
I release her knees. Her feet drop down to the bedspread.
She’s still breathing hard, sucking her breath in and out like she’s just run a race.
I straighten, holding her gaze. I’m sure my wolf is showing in my eyes, like hers. But we are at odds with each other. This is a forbidden match. I may be a consenting adult, but she’s a teacher at Wolf Ridge. I’m a student. Besides, she doesn’t want me. I certainly don’t want her. As I back up to the door, our gazes remain locked.
“Asher.”
No. I don’t want to have this discussion with her. I don’t want to hear anything she has to say.
I wrench the door open and go through, slamming it on the way out. I jog into the desert, down to the wash that links the townhouses where I live with my mom with Carlotta’s parents’ upscale property.
I stop and lean against the shadowy side of our building.
My wolf is all riled up. He wanted Carlotta. He’s pissed I left.
“You can’t force a loveless mating,” I mutter aloud, trying to soothe the aggression before I do something stupid. Something that gets me in trouble once again.
Seems like I’m always in the fucking doghouse in this stupid town.
Carlotta’s jasmine and honey scent still lingers in my nostrils. The taste of her skin is still on my tongue. It will be impossible for me to sleep tonight.
Remembering I still have a piece of her with me, I pull her panties out of my back pocket and inhale deeply.
I hear the bang of a screen door as someone steps out into their tiny plot of property.
The flick of a lighter tells me it’s Murph Downy, a lineworker at the brewery. “Hey,” he barks. “What are you doing out here?”
And there it is.
More trouble.
“Nothing. Just going home.” I shove the panties back in my pocket and head toward our townhouse.
“Aren’t you Johnny Martin’s kid?”
Right. Because everyone in this fucking town thinks I’m cut from the same cloth as my dad.
Fuck this. I square off to him, showing him my full size and a sliver of aggression to prove that I’m not going to back down because he’s older. I’m fucking bigger. This asshole isn’t going to bully me because of some assumption he’s made based on my last name. “So?”
He narrows his eyes and looks me up and down, then spits into the bushes.
“So, I’m watching you, kid.”
I bite back the fuck off that comes to my lips. That would be going too far. “Watch all you want,” I mutter, stalking away, into my own mini yard.
Lotta
I lie on the bed, panting. My body is feverish. The flesh between my legs is swollen, pressing against the seam of my shorts. It’s beyond achey. It’s painful.
Asher just did the worst possible thing.
Not the part where he threw me on the bed and spread my legs without my permission. Not the part where he nipped and licked up my thigh. Not even when he put his hot mouth right over the seam of my shorts and bit down like he was taking a bite of peach.
Even though for a minute there, I thought it was going to get rapey.
Just like out on the full moon run, I wasn’t sure if I would have a choice or not. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to be given one.
There’s something so thrilling about being under a male who could snap my neck with one twist of his big hand.
But the worst thing was when he walked away, straight out my door and into the night.
He walked away without satisfying me. Without taking off my shorts and putting his tongue where I desperately wanted it. Without climbing up on my bed and getting rough with me in a way that forces my surrender. Without giving me that punishment he promised.
And I didn’t know until he left how badly my body craves Asher’s touch. I need it as much as I need to breathe.
I get up off the bed, my legs wobbly. I go into the bathroom and splash water over my flushed face. My wolf eyes look back at me in the mirror. I’m still itchy and hot. I can’t think straight. Why did he leave without finishing what he started?