Page 26 of Alpha Varsity

Domination.

Doing dirty, disrespectful things to that hot little body of hers. More disrespectful even than last time.

“How do I punish my mate for giving another male her panties?” I don’t mean it. At least, I didn’t even think of the words before they came from my mouth. But the moment I say them, my dick goes harder than steel. The idea of spanking that pretty ass of hers causes a fizzyexcitement to shoot through my veins. I remember how much she liked it last time.

Remember how excited she got when I threatened it on her porch tonight.

In the state of my arousal, I fail to notice that she’s not excited this time. She’s too intimidated. She attempts to kick me again. “I didn’t give them to him! For fates’ sake, Asher–I just told you what happened.”

My palms shift to her knees, and I push them wider, up toward her shoulders.

Lotta’s breath shudders in her belly as she pants, staring at me. Her eyes are bright green, showing her wolf.

I lean forward, drawn to the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. I nip her there, then drag my open mouth along the soft, sweet skin, licking and biting as I advance toward the apex of her thighs.

The scent of her arousal cloaks my head. I open my mouth wide and cover her entire crotch. Her thin shorts are no barrier to the heat and damp I feel through them. I scrape my teeth along her sex.

“Wh-what are you doing?“

WhatamI doing?

I have no right to be here between Carlotta James’s thighs. She didn’t invite me. She didn’t consent. And she already slapped me three times for taking from her without consent last time.

Just because I’m her mate doesn’t mean I can overpower her and take what I want.

It should be the opposite. I should respect her. Treat her like a fucking queen. So what am I doing here?

I release her knees. Her feet drop down to the bedspread.

She’s still breathing hard, sucking her breath in and out like she’s just run a race.

I straighten, holding her gaze. I’m sure my wolf is showing in my eyes, like hers. But we are at odds with each other. This is a forbidden match. I may be a consenting adult, but she’s a teacher at Wolf Ridge. I’m a student. Besides, she doesn’t want me. I certainly don’t want her. As I back up to the door, our gazes remain locked.

“Asher.”

No. I don’t want to have this discussion with her. I don’t want to hear anything she has to say.

I wrench the door open and go through, slamming it on the way out. I jog into the desert, down to the wash that links the townhouses where I live with my mom with Carlotta’s parents’ upscale property.

I stop and lean against the shadowy side of our building.

My wolf is all riled up. He wanted Carlotta. He’s pissed I left.

“You can’t force a loveless mating,” I mutter aloud, trying to soothe the aggression before I do something stupid. Something that gets me in trouble once again.

Seems like I’m always in the fucking doghouse in this stupid town.

Carlotta’s jasmine and honey scent still lingers in my nostrils. The taste of her skin is still on my tongue. It will be impossible for me to sleep tonight.

Remembering I still have a piece of her with me, I pull her panties out of my back pocket and inhale deeply.

I hear the bang of a screen door as someone steps out into their tiny plot of property.

The flick of a lighter tells me it’s Murph Downy, a lineworker at the brewery. “Hey,” he barks. “What are you doing out here?”

And there it is.

More trouble.

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