Page 11 of Alpha's Hated Mate

Her face turns bright red, and several thick veins pop out of her forehead. The image of her head exploding flashes in my mind, and I almost laugh out loud.

She turns to Aydan and snarls through clenched teeth, “Get. Her. Out. NOW.”

She stalks off, and Aydan grabs my arm. I yank out of his grip, and he tries again. I slip away once more, and this time, I toss my drink in his face. Fury flashes in his eyes as he grabs me around my waist and lifts me off my feet, slinging me over his shoulder.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but to my surprise, I don’t yell or struggle. Instead, I’m laughing as he carries me out. Once we’re in the night air, he sets me down on the sidewalk and says, “Now, get out of here.”

“Unless you’re planning on carrying me all the way back to my dorm, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Is that what it’s going to take?” He walks toward me, and my heart starts thrumming in my ears. His scent is heavy in mynose as he stands over me, and suddenly, all I can think about is ripping his clothes off.

I take a couple of steps back from him and start walking up the path. “Guess you better make sure I get back, then. You know us Scarlets are tricky.”

I look over my shoulder and, sure enough, he’s following.

“I should lock you in,” he says once I cross the threshold of my dorm room. I laugh at him and walk over to my bed, sitting down and leaning back on my elbows. His eyes drift down to my legs, and for a few seconds, it feels like he’s caressing me.

“It must really piss you off that you can’t keep me here,” I say, crossing my legs. “I mean, even if you could lock me in, how do you know I can’t find a way out? If I’m left to my own devices—”

“Shut up,” he growls. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work.”

Goddess, he smells so fucking good right now, and I know I have to smell good to him, too. These carnal thoughts of mine have got to be in the top tier of every bad idea I’ve ever had. There must be some psychological term for wanting to fuck your enemies. Perhaps for me, it’s some animalistic thing. Some need to tear him to shreds. After all, that’s a Scarlet’s curse. Only a Neutral can mate with me. Woe be to any other wolf who tries it.

And yet, here I am, enticing him. Practically begging him to come to his death. I reach up and undo the button on my blouse just below my cleavage, the urge to see him crack overcoming me. He’s watching me, his brow furrowing as his feet remain rooted to the floor. I undo another button.

“Stop it,” he says, his voice suddenly a low whisper. “You think I’m about to risk my life to have sex with you?”

“Are you?” Another button undone . . . and another. My blouse falls open, revealing my lacey black bra. “Only a certain kind of wolf can handle me, right? One that’s strong enough?”

I sit up and let the shirt fall down to the bed. “How awesome would it be,” I say as I slide my bra straps down my shoulders, “if you could go back and tell your little pack that you fucked a Scarlet and lived? They might make statues dedicated to you.”

He smiles, and it’s like the sun has finally peeked out from behind the clouds. My skin is suddenly warm and radiant. “I can resist you.”

“Famous last words.” I stand up and unbuckle my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His smile changes, his eyes tracing my body, running over the hills of my breasts. I know this issowrong. All my life, I’ve been told to be careful who I mate with. The few encounters that I’ve had have only ever been with other Scarlets, and we’ve always known to stop before . . . well before things went too far.

I walk up to him, and he doesn’t move. He doesn’t pull away as I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. He kisses me back, and the air between us heats up. Little growls escape him as his hands wrap around my waist. His fingers slide up the center of my back.

My skin tingles at his touch. My body is responding to him on its own. His fangs descend and pierce my lip, sending a sweet pain through my body.

He pushes me back. At the same time, I grab him by the shirt and yank him back with me. My hands turn to claws, and I’m tearing into his shirt as he presses me against the wall, his claws ripping at my skirt. He pierces the skin of my thigh, and I smile against his lips, the sting urging me on.

“Calling me weak was a mistake, little Scarlet,” he growls.

Goddess, the low vibration in his voice alone is making me so wet. “Show me what you’ve got, big man,” I retort.

He hooks his claws into my half-torn leather skirt. He yanks hard, and the whole thing comes undone, falling to the floor in a pile of scraps. I picked a good night to go commando.

He steps back and rips off the rest of his torn shirt. I pull off his belt and undo his pants. As I reach in and take hold of his cock, I’m pleasantly surprised. I guess they grow Vaultmore men pretty big.

I start stroking him up and down slowly as he looks down into my eyes, a sort of hungry and wild energy dancing behind them. His breath is shaky as he silently devours me. Oh, this man wants me in the worst way.

I squeeze my hand tight around his shaft, and his eyes roll up as he sucks in a breath. He enjoys the moment for a second, and then his hands are around my waist. He kisses me deeply, his palms sliding down to my hips.

The next thing I know, he’s lifting me up and bracing me against the wall. He enters me, lifting my legs up and around his waist. I grab hold of his shoulders, the feeling of him inside me a mix of intense pleasure and pain. He thrusts, his cock pressing against the most sensitive spot within me.

I bite my lip in an effort to hold back my climax, but it’s almost too much. My moans come out in gasping, almost desperate sounds. I wrap my arms around his neck, my hands in his hair. His mouth is on my neck, and his fangs press against my skin as he glides down to my shoulder, flirting with the promise of claiming me. The way he’s fucking me right now, I’m almost convinced.

“Yeah,” he moans in my ear. “That pussy’s so wet.” He thrusts harder. “You want this bad, don’t you?”

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