Page 4 of Alpha Varsity

He shoulder-butts me again, shoving me off to the side, away from the pack. I bare my teeth. He nips my hindquarters, showing his dominance.

My body instantly responds, not with submission but with heat.

Everywhere.It tingles and pools in my belly. Floods down my inner thighs.

He nips me again, and my core contracts. I’m suddenly aware that I wouldn’t be able to resist if he tried to overpower me.

Whenhe tries. My belly flips as I suddenly realize what this is.

Courtship.

Wolf-style.

The excitement, the heat I feel, is my body’s response to him. My wolf wants this. She wants to be overpowered by him. Not to submit easily but for him to work to win her submission. She’sthrilledby the idea.

This must be why human females love BDSM. The zing of danger amplifies the sexual excitement. I don’t know this male at all. He’s huge. Powerful. And he’s chosen me. He could do anything he wanted with me, with or without my permission.

He nips me again, driving me away from the pack and cornering me against an outcropping of boulders.

I start to turn to show my teeth, but he strikes fast, tackling me to the ground.

I don’t recall my brain giving the order to shift, but suddenly, I’m in human form, pressed to my belly on the soft dirt, with a massive man at my back. Didhecommand the shift?

I turn to see him–I need to know who I’m about to have sex with–but he catches my hair in his fist and holds my head in place. “Uh uh. Face to the ground, little wolf.” His voice is hard. As cruel as the grip on my hair.

Moisture leaks between my legs.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I hardly know what to make of it. Is this my wolf’s doing? But no, I’m in human form, still turned on.

Desperatelyaroused.

I would do anything this man told me to do right now for the satisfaction of his touch. His dominance. I feel the nudge of his hardened cock draping between my thighs, and I part my legs for it.

“You want that, little wolf?” I hear a note of satisfaction in his deep growl. He’s still holding my hair tight, pulling on my scalp.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Yes?”

Does he sound surprised?

“Yes, you want me to fuck you?” he clarifies. I’m in love with his deep voice.

He’s asking for consent. He may have chased me and tackled me to the ground; he may be pinning me in place and not allowing me to see his identity, but I do have a say in the matter.

He’s not going to take without my permission.

Isthis what I want? I must be crazy. This is exactly the scenario I vowed to avoid when I agreed to return to Wolf Ridge for the rest of the semester.

But only one small part of me wants to say no–that voice warning me that this is how I get trapped in Wolf Ridge. I’m doing exactly what my parents wanted me to do, and once I settle into the pack ways, I’ll never leave again.

But at this moment, I don’t care.

All I care about is knowing what it feels like to be penetrated by the virile male behind me. Receiving the full experience of lust. Of hot, full-moon sex. Of whatever this male wants to do with me.

“Yes.”

Asher

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