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Oh!
My eyes fly open.
Leather and spice.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
It can’t be.
Asher Martincannotbe my lover from the full moon run.
Oh. Fuck.
I thought it was an older man. Someone who couldn’t claim me because he already had a mate. Not a student.
But there’s no denying his scent nor my body’s response to it.
Fate sent me an impossible match. Fate is seriously fucking with me.
Because Asher Martin–one of my students and a bitter enemy–cannot be my mate.
As soon as I figure it out, Asher releases me, and my feet drop softly to the floor. He stares down at me with a considering look. “So.”
Damn him. How dare he fuck with me like that? He didn’t allow me to see his identity because he knew it wasn’t right. That I never would’ve consented to having sex with him. He put my job in peril.
I slap him across the face. It’s challenging because he’s so much taller than I am. The slap stings my hand and seems to have zero effect on him. I slap again, harder. Then, a third time. Still zero effect. I crank my arm back to hit him a fourth time, but he grabs my wrist and spins me around, pinning it to my waist, with my back yanked up against his front. “Slap me again, and I will spank your ass pink,” he growls in my ear.
Fate, help me. Heat blooms between my legs and suffuses my neck and face. All I can think about is that spanking he gave me out in the woods. How wonderful it felt to be mastered by his strong, commanding body. How much I want him to repeat it.
No. Fate, no. This is wrong on every level.
Asher releases me, and I immediately bolt, my hand reaching for the door handle to the casita. I throw open the door and rush inside, but he’s right behind me. He picks me up and tosses me onto the center of the bed. He’s just showing off his physical dominance now. Making sure I remember how big and strong he is and how small I am.
I scramble to my feet, standing on the bed where I can tower over him for a change, like a little dog standing on a chair to bark at a bigger one.
Of course, Asher is not intimidated by me in the slightest.
“So.” He advances to the edge of the bed. “I will tell youwhy I came here.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out my panties.
Damn him. Of course he has them.
Why didn’t it occur to me to demand them back after the fight?
He holds up the slip of red silk dangling from his thumb. I try to snatch them away, but he lifts his hand out of my reach. “I want to know why the fuck Eric Damonella had my mate’s panties.”
“I’m not your mate!” I blurt even though it’s so obviously not true. What I mean is I didn’t consent to be his mate. I’m not going to let him claim me. This isn’t happening. Even if we weren’t complete enemies, he’s my student and five years younger. It’s an impossibility.
He arches one brow. Which I, unfortunately, find incredibly sexy.
Wait. No.
I can’t be attracted to this guy.He’s a boy.
Except nothing about Asher Martin is boyish. He’s six feet five inches tall, two hundred fifty pounds of solid muscle, and eighteen years old. Asher isall mannow. Alpha wolf. The looks that were heartbreakingly beautiful on him when he was still a scrawny thirteen-year-old now make him drop-dead gorgeous.
“You know that’s not true.”
