Page 5 of Alpha Varsity

I can hardly believe my ears.Carlotta James wants to have sex with me.

It’s all I can do not to slam immediately in and ride her rough until I explode. I have years of pent-up lust packed into this moment. That’s separate from the years of anger and resentment over her betrayal. Add in the fact that the moment I caught her scent at school, I realized the undeniable truth: that she’s mine, and it’s a recipe for total combustion.

Yep. Fate fucked me again.

She paired me with the one female I never wanted to see again.

So my blinding need to drive into the delectable body beneath mine is as much from rage as it is lust. This is going to be a hate-fuck.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t make it good. I keep my grip on her hair and shift my knees inside her legs.

I already know she’s ready for me. Even if she hadn’t just parted those sweet thighs and lifted her ass, the scent of her nectar would’ve told me.

“Up on your knees,” I order.

I’m as shocked when she obeys as I was when she saidyes. Then again, her body must know its master. Sherecognizes the scent of her fated mate.

I just have to keep her from seeing my face.

Carlotta rises to her hands and knees, arching her lower back to present her gorgeous ass to me. I smack it hard. Under the silvery moonlight, I see my handprint bloom on her pale skin.

“Ah.” Her cry sounds like a mixture of protest and desire. Her dark waves spill across her back.

I stroke her ass, smoothing away the sting. Then I smack her again, harder. The position of power I’m in right now has my dick as hard as granite. I never in a million years dreamed this moment would come. Me, behind the girl of my former dreams. Her, in complete submission to me, trembling for it.

I don’t even have to hold my dick to guide in. It’s like it knows its way home.

Carlotta is tight, but she’s also sopping wet, the petals of her sex opening to receive me. One thrust, and I breach her entrance. Another, and I’m to the hilt. She cries out with the second thrust, my length no doubt stretching her slender channel.

Carlotta has always been petite, and she seems even thinner since she returned. I weigh twice as much as she does, easily, and my cock is… well, let’s just say he’smore than eagerto be inside her.

I stay in close, my loins pressed against her soft ass, and give her tiny thrusts to get her used to my size. “Yeah?” I growl, pushing her head down instead of pulling it back to give her neck muscles a break. I keep hold of her hair, though, so she won’t turn to see my face. “Is this what you needed, little wolf?”

She only whimpers in reply, telling me it’s still too much.

I slow down even more, keeping my hips glued to hers, only rocking them to slide a few centimeters in and out. With my free hand, I reach around and find her clit.

I barely brush it, and her knees come off the ground, her hips pressing back against mine to take me deeper. The tight walls of her core contract around my dick, drawing a short groan from my lips.

“Did you just come?” My voice sounds more ragged than I want it to. The shocking pleasure of giving her satisfaction so easily is still ripping through my body. I regain my control. “I didn’t say you could come. Who said you could come before I do?” I pull out and start smacking her ass fast and hard. “You don’t come before me. Not unless I permit you. Understand?”

She doesn’t answer–not that I give her much of a chance. I keep on spanking her. “If you want your pleasure, you wait until I give it.” I stopped spanking and grip her flesh roughly. I give it a shake. “This ass belongs to me. It’s mine to do with what I want. And if I want to spank it until it’s red and sore before I fuck you, that’s what I’m going to do.”

My words are more genuine dominance than dirty talk. They spring from almost five years of anguish at what Carlotta did to me. From my frustration and having my world torn apart and my life ruined by her only to find outshe’sthe female fate chose for me.

“Okay.” She sounds breathless. Her arousal drips onto the soft dirt between her knees.

“Mmm.” I rub the slick flash between her legs. “Did your spanking turn you on?”

She doesn’t answer.

“Next time, I’ll let you touch yourself while I spank you, and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you come.”

I don’t know why I’m promising a next time. I don’t know how long I can keep Carlotta from realizing who I am. As soon as she does, it’s over. There’s absolutely no chance for us.

Not that I want a chance.

I push into her once more. This time, it’s even easier. Her body is more welcoming. Wet. I’ve already plowed the way open, and now she needs me as much as I need her.

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