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The weird thing is that it’s working. Art never meant anything to me before, but now I see the beauty of it. It evokes something in me. Especially now that I’ve witnessed the magic of Lotta’s muse.

How she foretold our future through her art.

I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh.

She opens my laptop. “You heard me, baller.” She slides off my lap to stand between my legs and turns around to face me. Her arms slip behind my neck. “But if you’re a good student, there will be a reward.” Her voice is sex-kitten sultry, and she flicks her tongue against my earlobe.

I palm her ass and let out a low growl. I’m not sure I can make it through homework without fucking her, but for some reason I want to try. I’ve been the polar opposite of a good student since the day she showed up at Wolf RidgeHigh. I was punishing her for showing her face in my school.

Now it feels wrong.

Reluctantly, I release my grip on her soft curves and turn her back around to face the laptop.

“It’s an essay on the Odyssey. I’m supposed to write the story from the perspective of another character.”

“Okay, who did you choose?”

“The cyclops.”

Lotta’s soft laugh wraps around me like a blanket, snuffing any last embers of anger I had toward her.

I stare at her lovely profile as she reads the couple of paragraphs I wrote, and I realize this is it.

I am hopelessly lost for this female.

What happened with my dad will somehow have to coexist with the fact that Lotta is my mate.

I love her. Always have, always will.

Chapter Eighteen

Lotta

I wake in a state of deep pleasure. Asher’s scent curls all around me. I’m snuggled in the covers of my giant bed, still warm from our love-making last night.

Asher wrote a brilliant, thoughtful essay, surprising me not only with his understanding and knowledge ofThe Odysseybut also with his own creativity and story-telling ability. I rewarded him with a blowjob that turned his eyes bright green and made him tear one of my feather pillows in half, filling the casita with feathers.

I reach for my phone to see how much time I have before my alarm goes off and find I can’t move. Strong, warm arms engulf me.

Asher. My mate.

He stirs behind me, arms tightening with my movement. “Oh damn, I spent the night,” he murmurs against my skin. “Sorry, I’ll sneak out in a minute.” He nudges me onto my belly. “Right after I get inside your perfect pussy.”

I spread my legs wide for him, sighing contentedly into the bedsheets.

Obviously, this is risky. The chance of one of my parents or a neighbor seeing him leave my place is so much higher when it’s light out, but I can’t find it in me to care.

It feels too good to have Asher’s rapidly hardening cock sliding between my legs, pressing against my entrance. I lift my ass, and he enters me, stroking inside with slow, languid movements.

I hum a low incantation of enjoyment.

Asher rolls us to our sides and continues the long, slow strokes. Then he brings his fingertip to my clit. I’m too relaxed from sleep to come, but it feels glorious when he traces a light circle there. Asher doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to come, either. He holds my hip to thrust up into me as he nibbles on my neck.

“Yum,” I murmur.

“Mmm.” There’s a wolfy growl to his voice. He picks up the intensity of his thrusts, fingers tightening on my hip.

“Get up here.” He rolls to his back, so I’m straddling his hips. “Work for me, sweetheart.” He grips my ass and urges me over his dick. My hands fall to his shoulders. I’m dripping wet, grinding my clit down on him as I slide forward and back.

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