Ba-dum! Ba-dum! Ba-dum!
Violet could hear the quick rhythm of her heart pounding in her chest. This was the closest she’d ever been with a man, and it bothered her greatly because she shouldn’t like it, yet her body seemed to.
No man had ever stirred her like this. Asher was a bad idea, every one of her principles went against getting involved with someone like him. And yet, tell that to the throbbing need between her legs.
But then, just because her body desired him didn’t mean she would give in to the bad idea. She controlled her body, not the other way around. Hence, she was determined to take back the reins.
"Get off me!" she hissed, her voice sounding as strong and confident as she could make it, despite the blush creeping up her neck, flushing her face with embarrassment.
"No."
"No?" Violet repeated in disbelief.
"Yes." He smiled that cunning, self-assured smile of his. "But you can make me."
Violet’s eyes flashed with defiance. Did he think she couldn’t? She would prove him wrong.
She pushed against his shoulders, attempting to throw him off her. Gods above! It was like trying to move an immovable wall. He didn’t budge an inch.
Though it stunned her how he wasn’t crushing her beneath all his weight, he remained infuriatingly immovable. Violet tried again and again, her muscles straining as she huffed in exhaustion. Her frustration grew until she could no longer hold back.
"Bastard!" she cursed, glaring at him with all the rage she could muster, especially knowing he was doing this on purpose.
Asher burst into laughter, his gaze never leaving hers. There was something dark and playful in his eyes, something that said he was enjoying this far more than he should. From the way he pinned her wrists, down to the way he hovered over her, it was as if he was relishing in her helplessness.
"Bastard?" He chuckled deeply, his tone mocking yet oddly affectionate. "Oh, darling, I’ve been called much worse. And the people who called me such usually lose a tooth or more. But you, my little purple queen, when you put it that way... somehow, it doesn’t sound like an insult coming from you."
His gaze shifted slightly, and the look in his eyes sent a chill down her spine. His vertically slitted eyes seemed to glow brighter, as if some beast was awakening and peering down at her.
Violet could feel her heart thudding against her ribcage, her breath catching. No, she forgot how to breathe entirely.
Asher’s face was so close, his lips only inches from hers. His dark, wild hair framed his features, the scrapes and bruises across his skin adding a rugged, dangerous edge to his already dangerously alluring presence.
He looked at her as though she were the only thing in his world, his eyes filled with an intensity that made her want to give in to whatever strange pull he had over her.
Violet could feel her nipples tightening, her skin flushed and hot under his gaze. There was something about Asher, something about the power radiating from him that made her want to submit. To let herself be taken care of by him. One who would care, provide and protect. An alpha. The best mating partner.
Oh Fuck. Oh fuck. She was doomed. Violet knew what this was. His wolf was calling to her and her body, though human, had primal instincts too. Just like natural selection, her body was recognizing a strong, dominant, powerful male for mating — in the case of the wolves — and reproduction — for the humans.
Except there would be no reproduction!
"Get. Off." She commanded him.
But all he did was raise a brow as if amused by her attempt at authority.
Realizing that wasn’t going to happen,Violet changed her tactics. "Please," she begged him, her eyes darting around nervously, "people are staring."
And she wasn’t wrong. Students were indeed staring. But this was Asher, and no one dared to stare for too long. They knew better than to test their luck with him, and those who did dare stare, kept their distance.
What a popular celebrity she’d become.
The gods help her. So this was what it was? Punishment?
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