Page 27 of Alpha Varsity

“Nothing. Just going home.” I shove the panties back in my pocket and head toward our townhouse.

“Aren’t you Johnny Martin’s kid?”

Right. Because everyone in this fucking town thinks I’m cut from the same cloth as my dad.

Fuck this. I square off to him, showing him my full size and a sliver of aggression to prove that I’m not going to back down because he’s older. I’m fucking bigger. This asshole isn’t going to bully me because of some assumption he’s made based on my last name. “So?”

He narrows his eyes and looks me up and down, then spits into the bushes.

“So, I’m watching you, kid.”

I bite back thefuck offthat comes to my lips. That would be going too far. “Watch all you want,” I mutter, stalking away, into my own mini yard.

Lotta

I lie on the bed, panting. My body is feverish. The flesh between my legs is swollen, pressing against the seam of my shorts. It’s beyond achey. It’s painful.

Asher just did the worst possible thing.

Not the part where he threw me on the bed and spread my legs without my permission. Not the part where he nipped and licked up my thigh. Not even when he put his hot mouth right over the seam of my shorts and bit down like he was taking a bite of peach.

Even though for a minute there, I thought it was going to get rapey.

Just like out on the full moon run, I wasn’t sure if I would have a choice or not. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to be given one.

There’s something so thrilling about being under a male who could snap my neck with one twist of his big hand.

But the worst thing was when he walked away, straight out my door and into the night.

He walked away without satisfying me. Without taking off my shorts and putting his tongue where I desperately wanted it. Without climbing up on my bed and getting rough with me in a way that forces my surrender. Without giving me that punishment he promised.

And I didn’t know until he left how badly my body craves Asher’s touch. I need it as much as I need to breathe.

I get up off the bed, my legs wobbly. I go into the bathroom and splash water over my flushed face. My wolf eyes look back at me in the mirror. I’m still itchy and hot. I can’t think straight. Why did he leave without finishing what he started?

Was that the punishment? Leaving me aroused and needy and completely unsatisfied? I had no idea this was what it means to be near your mate.

Or was Asher showing mercy because he thought I didn’t want it? I probably looked like I didn’t. Did I tell himno? I can’t remember now. I was nervous, for sure.

I was downright afraid when he first showed up, and that made him angry. He needed me to understand why he was here. He may hate me, but he’s my mate. He can’t stay away from me any more than I can refuse him when he shows up.

We’re biologically wired for each other, as horrible as that may be for both us.

Ugh!

Still shaky and hot, I strip out of my clothes and turn on the shower to cold. Maybe if I wash his scent off me, I’ll be able to calm down.

Fate, I hope so, or the chances of me sleeping tonight are nil.

Chapter Nine

Asher

I don’t sleep a minute all night or the next. I just lie awake, tossing and turning. Jacking off over and over again to try to stop myself from shifting and running the short distance back to Lotta’s casita.

Fates, I suddenly understand the human lore about werewolves–the idea of a shifter chaining himself up, so he won’t shift and go out.

That’s what I need to do. Because I’m quite certain if I let myself shift, I would smash Lotta’s door down and claim that female so hard the entire town of Wolf Ridge would hear her screams.

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