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94 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 19, 2026
But this one stops me. The photo is just hands. Strong hands with long fingers, blunt nails, a simple black watch on one wrist. They're holding a book open, thumb pressed against the spine, the pages slightly bent. There's something about the image that short-circuits my scroll. The hands look deliberate. Capable. Like they know exactly what they're doing and they're in absolutely no rush to prove it. His bio is three words: I follow instructions. "Oh fuck," I say.
He looks like trouble walked into a Forever 21 and said make it hot.
Every cell in my body is screaming one word so loud I can't hear anything else. Mine. I freeze. My hands are shaking. Not the nervous trembling from before. Something deeper. Something primal that I've never felt, not once, not with anyone. My alpha is clawing to the surface like it's been asleep my entire life and just woke up starving.
I sit in the middle of the wrecked bed. The sheets smell like him. Like us. Like something permanent that just walked out the door. My mouth tastes like his skin and my hands still feel the shape of him and there's a bite mark on someone's neck that has my name written into it except I don't know his name and he doesn't know mine.
"So," he says. "You're Rhys Calder. My TA." "And you're Jude Park. My student." "Your student who you knotted in a hotel room and bit without asking." "My student who matched with me on a hookup app and told me to, and I quote, 'show me what those hands can do.'"
"This is a big deal," I say. My voice comes out quieter than I want it to. "I know." "Like, this isn't a hookup thing. This is a key-to-your-apartment thing." "I know what it is." "You're giving your student a key to your apartment." "I'm giving my mate a key to our home."
"You're beautiful," he says against my thigh, and he sounds ruined by it. "You're so beautiful. I can't believe you're here. I can't believe you stayed." "I'm not going anywhere." It comes out before I can filter it. Honest and raw and I mean it. I mean it in a way I've never meant anything.
"You're so beautiful like this. Riding me, taking what you want. I'm yours. I'm completely yours." "Say that again." "I'm yours. Everything I have is yours. The apartment, my career, all of it. You come first. Always."


