Unspoken desire

(Selene)

I don’t know what it is about Alexander Pierce that made me so hot just looking at him.

Maybe it was the way he carried himself—strong, confident, untouchable. Or maybe it was his deep voice, the way it sent shivers down my spine whenever he spoke. He never had to raise it, never had to demand attention. He just had it.

And Goddess, did I want it.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed him. Every girl in this damn school looked at him like he was a fantasy come to life. I saw the way they stared, the way they whispered and giggled whenever he walked by. Some even tried to flirt, touching his arm, laughing too loud at something he said.

But he never reacted. Not once.

He was untouchable.

That only made me want him more.

'Mine.' Ember growled, restless and frustrated. She had been on edge ever since we first laid a claim on him. She didn’t just want him. She needed him.

I wasn’t much better.

Every time he stood in front of the class, explaining something in that smooth, deep voice, I found myself staring at his lips. Imagining what they would feel like on my skin, how they would taste. Would he be gentle, or would he lose control the way I wanted him to?

I swallowed hard, gripping the edges of my desk to keep myself from shifting in my seat.

I had never wanted someone this badly before.

It was more than attraction. It was more than lust. It was something primal, something deep in my bones and Ember knew it. I knew it.

He’s ours.

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to push the thought away. I couldn’t do this. I shouldn’t do this.

But then he moved, turning to write something on the board, and my breath caught.

His suit stretched over his broad shoulders, his muscles shifting beneath the fabric. He was so effortlessly perfect, so composed, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to see him undone.

On top of us. Inside us.

I clenched my thighs together.

Goddess, I was losing my mind.

This wasn’t normal. I had never felt like this before. Never burned like this for anyone.

I licked my lips, my eyes locked on him as he turned back around. His gaze swept over the class, as unreadable as ever, but for a second—just a second—it felt like he was looking right at me.

Heat rushed through me and Ember was pressing against the surface, desperate to break free, to claim him.

I curled my fingers into fists.

No. Not here. Not now.

I had to be patient. I had to be smart.

But the way he moved, the way he carried himself with such quiet dominance—it was driving me insane.

'He’s resisting,' Ember hissed. 'But we’ll make him break.'

I knew she was right.

I wasn’t giving up.

Alexander Pierce was mine. He just didn’t know it yet.

But he would.

And nothing—not even the rules—was going to stop me.

~~~~~~~~~~

I stayed after class, pretending to take notes, pretending I didn’t feel his presence a few feet away.

I could hear the deep sound of his voice as he spoke with another student. Calm, patient, unaffected.

I wanted to change that. I wanted to hear his voice rough with need, whispering my name like a prayer.

Ember whined in frustration.

I tapped my pen against my notebook, forcing myself to breathe, to act normal.

It wasn’t easy when I could smell him. That intoxicating mix of power and cedarwood.

I bit my lip, my mind spinning with thoughts I shouldn’t be having.

Of how he’d feel hovering over me, pressing me down with all that strength. Of how those big hands would feel wrapped around my throat, holding me still as he—

Stop.

I exhaled slowly.

The student finally left, and I was alone with him.

I heard him gathering his things and felt his presence shift as he moved closer.

I could feel his eyes on me.

“Selene.”

His voice sent shivers down my spine.

I turned slowly, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

Calm. Collected. Unreadable.

I wanted to ruin that composure.

“Yes, Professor?” I asked, my voice smooth and controlled.

I saw the way his eyes flashed, just for a second. Like he felt the tension between us too.

But then it was gone.

“I noticed you stayed behind,” he said. “Do you have a question about the lecture?”

A question?

Oh, I had plenty of questions.

Like how long he thought he could resist me. How much longer he could pretend he didn’t want me the way I wanted him.

But I just smiled.

“I was just finishing my notes.”

He nodded, but there was something in his eyes. Something restrained.

“I see.”

I closed my notebook and stood, stepping closer.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t step back.

Didn’t tell me to stop.

My heart pounded as I tilted my head, letting my hair cascade over one shoulder.

“Are you always so serious, Professor?” I murmured.

His jaw tightened.

Ember purred.

I saw his fingers twitch like he wanted to reach for me but was forcing himself not to.

I took another step.

He was so close now. Close enough to touch.

Close enough to break.

My fingers itched to reach out, to trail up his chest, to grab his tie and pull him down to me.

I knew he wouldn’t fight me.

I could feel it.

The tension between us was suffocating.

One touch. One kiss.

That’s all it would take.

I opened my mouth to say something, but then

A voice echoed from the hallway.

“Professor Pierce?”

The moment shattered.

He stepped back, his expression unreadable again, his walls slamming back into place.

I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to growl in frustration.

Not now. Not yet.

But soon.

I turned to grab my things, feeling his eyes on me the entire time.

“Have a good evening, Selene,” he said, his voice back to normal.

I smiled to myself as I walked toward the door.

Oh, I would.

And soon enough, he would too.