29: Guarding What's Mine Part 02
Asher's POV
Her voice dropped, becoming a near whisper, her gaze flicking nervously towards the lab door. "It's... Professor Davies. He's been... making me feel uneasy." She shivered, despite the warm morning air. "During the last lab, he kept his hand on my arm way longer than necessary when he was showing me something."
My jaw tightened, the image of that bastard's touch on her delicate skin igniting a cold, jealous fury in my gut. My own hands ached to be on her, remembering the soft heat of her flesh beneath my demanding touch, the way she’d trembled and gasped at my slightest caress. The thought of Davies's unwanted touch made my teeth grind.
She continued, her brow furrowed with a troubled uncertainty. "And then he told me my insights were 'matched only by my... insightful beauty.' It just felt...wrong, you know?"
My cock throbbed with a frustrated ache, a fierce rage building at the implication in his words. He sees her. He wants her. The memory of her slick heat wrapped around me, the soft whimpers she couldn't suppress, fueled a primal urge to shield her, to claim her so exclusively that no other man would dare look her way.
"Maybe I'm just being paranoid, Ash," she murmured, her eyes searching mine for reassurance, unknowingly stirring a protective fire within me that bordered on obsession.
No, you're not paranoid, I thought fiercely. He's wrong. And I won't let him. The primal need to guard her, to have her as mine, surged through me, a possessive beast clawing at my control.
I watched her walk into the classroom, my gaze lingering on the sway of her hips, a familiar and intensely desired sight, the memory of my hands cupping those curves a vivid ache. A prickling sensation of unease intensified as I glanced through the glass window of the door. I observed Professor Davies’s demeanor shift almost imperceptibly the moment Cecilia entered the lab. The professor’s usual professional smile, the one he offered to all the students, seemed to melt into something different as his eyes found Cecilia – a subtle intensity, a focused attention that made my jaw clench instinctively, my teeth grinding together with a possessive fury.
I knew I should be heading to my own class across campus, the minutes ticking by, but a nagging instinct, a fierce protectiveness bordering on primal possessiveness that stemmed from my deep-seated desire, rooted me to the spot. I lingered near the doorway, feigning a phone call, my gaze fixed on the interaction unfolding inside the sterile lab. I watched as Professor Davies approached Cecilia’s workstation, his posture a little too close, his head bent conspiratorially as he whispered something in her ear, making Cecilia visibly flinch, her shoulders tensing as she subtly tried to create more space between them. A low simmer of anger began to churn in my chest, my knuckles turning white as my nails dug into the palm of my clenched fist, my cock hardening with a jealous rage at the intrusion.
Then, the professor’s hand rested briefly on Cecilia’s shoulder as he pointed to something on her computer screen, a seemingly casual gesture that sent a jolt of possessive fury through me, my vision momentarily blurring with the intensity of my anger. His hand is where mine belongs, a primal voice snarled in my head, the exclusive urge a physical ache. I saw the almost imperceptible nervousness in Cecilia’s body language – the way she subtly leaned away, her hand instinctively moving to cover the spot where the professor’s hand had been – and a fierce, protective rage, fueled by my possessive desire and the vivid memory of my own hands exploring that same territory, began to build within me. She’s mine, the possessive voice roared. This wasn’t just an awkward professor being overly helpful. Something about this whole situation felt deeply, dangerously wrong, and the familiar, almost brotherly protectiveness I’d always felt for Cecilia sharpened into something more urgent, more guarding, fueled by the raw intimacy we now shared and the terrifying thought of another man touching her. I knew, with a chilling certainty that resonated deep in my bones, that I needed to watch out for her, to shield her, to claim her from whatever unsettling attention Professor Davies was directing her way. The possessive fire within me burned hotter, fueled by lust and a primal need to protect what I now desperately craved.