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My breath hitches, my heart thumping so hard there’s no way he doesn’t hear it. He drags his nose up my throat, jaw working in that predatory way that makes me want to both punch him and pull him closer. Then he spins me around, pressing his chest to my back, wrapping an arm around my waist so I’m flush against him. His other hand glides up my belly, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
He’s scenting me, I remind myself.That’s all this is.
Except it’s not. I can feel exactly how much he’s enjoying this, the hard line of his cock pressing against my lower back, and my traitorous body responds with a hot jolt ofwantthat makes my knees go weak.
“That’s enough,” I gasp, pulling free of his grip and stepping away before I embarrass myself any further.
Ares lets me go, but not before dropping his hands slowly down my sides, like he’s reluctant to lose contact. I spin around to face him and he cocks a brow, amusement twinkling in his dark eyes as his nostrils flare. “You sure?”
I square my shoulders, desperate to regain some semblance of control. “You have a lot of confidence for someone who keeps getting rejected.”
“What can I say?” he replies with a shrug, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I know what I want.”
The sheer intensity of his gaze nearly knocks me over, and for a split second I imagine what it would feel like to just let go and give into the reckless desire that’s been simmering between us since the day we met.
But then reality snaps back into focus, sharp and cold.
“I have to get to class,” I breathe, voice barely steady.
“Knock ‘em dead, sweetheart,” he replies with a wink.
I bolt for the door, not daring to look back. I just keep moving, legs shaky, head spinning, the ghost of his touch still burning on my skin.
CHAPTER 18
Miley
My professor’smonotone voice drones from the front of the lecture hall, echoing off the ugly acoustic panels lining the walls. Normally, I’d be hanging on his every word, taking thorough notes to ensure I pass all my exams with flying colors and maintain my perfect grade point average. Today, not a single neuron is firing in the direction of broadcast journalism, and my new ‘mate’ is to blame.
I can smell him all over me. Ares’ addictive scent is still clinging to my clothes, my skin, and I can’t tell who it’s messing with more–me or my wolf. Either way, it’s impossible to concentrate when every inhale results in my mind rudely conjuring up the image of him naked in the shower, dick in hand, eyes on me.
God.
I try to smother the memory and focus on my laptop screen for what feels like the hundredth time, but then my phone vibrates in my bag and everyone in a five-seat radius tosses glares in my direction, as if I’m intentionally interrupting the lecture. I choose to ignore the sound; pretend it didn’t even happen– but then of course it vibratesagain.
Just my luck.
Ignoring my classmates’ judgmental stares, I lean over and paw through my bag with all the subtlety of a racoon digging through a trash can, fishing out my phone and swiping open the screen.
Unknown
None of these assholes on campus have been sniffing around what’s mine, have they?
That skirt you’re wearing today should be illegal.
The number isn’t saved to my contacts, but there’s no question in my mind as to who sent the messages. Paranoia rises and I do a quick scan of the room, eyes flitting over the rows of co-eds, but Ares isn’t among them. Exhaling a shallow breath, I return my gaze to my phone and type out a reply.
Not yours.
Short, sweet, and to the point.
After hitting send, I switch the damn thing off so it won’t vibrate anymore and slip it back into my bag, intent on focusing on the lecture. Settling my hands over the keyboard of my laptop, I glance toward the professor right as he flips his binder closed and steps away from the podium, giving rise to the rumble of chatter and the shuffle of my classmates packing up around me.
Guess our class has been dismissed.
Great.
The open document on my laptop screen has a whole three sentences of notes typed in, which is pretty dismal considering I’ve been sitting here for the past two hours. I’ll have to try to get ahold of one of my classmates’ notes to study from. I might’ve managed to make it to this class on time, but my brain was clearly marked absent today.
