Page 78 of Dead Wolf Rising (Bad Moon Academy 3)

Pretty sure hate is all I see.

Tipping his head to the side, he taps the window lightly. “Not yet.”

With a frown, I look back out and find Blaze and Evelyn are gone. The alpha power he packs is slowly fading as well, and I sigh.

“We really need the new gate installed.”

Adler’s front brushes against my back, and he tugs me against his body, resting his chin on my head. “Your wish is my command, Luna.”

I bite back a lovestruck grin, because he’s perfect and completely mine.

Chapter 27

CARTER

I’m in my office flipping through last year’s scores, trying to figure out which subjects I need to work on. Every student excels in almost every area but the fae. I pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head.

Of course that’s the worst subject. We hardly have any information on the fae, and everything we do know is complicated. From the courts, the number of fae beings, to the subtle differences between seelie and unseelie. Faerie is by far the most complex society we cover. I’m sure if we knew more about the Underworld, it would be just as hard of a subject, but we don’t.

A soft knock against my door draws me out of my contemplation, and I set aside the stack of papers and go to open it. Raven’s waiting on the other side; a long, baggy sweater covers her body, and she tucks her hair behind her ears.

She’s nervous.

I step aside so she can come in and shut the door for privacy.

“Is everything—” Every single thought short circuits when I turn around.

The sweater is off now, and she throws it on my desk. Her hand runs over a tight black halter top before she sets it on her hip. Her lips curve in a knowing smile, and she swishes back and forth. The short green and black plaid skirt swaying with her movements.

Fuck. Me.

I swallow and move my gaze over her. Her legs look deliciously long in that impossibly short skirt, and her tits strain to be free from her top. The skin on her chest flushes, and I suck in the scent of her arousal, releasing a low, pleased growl.

“Where did you get that?” I ask, somehow managing not to attack her where she stands.

Her fingers play with the edges of her skirt, and it rides higher. I gulp and lift my eyes before I lose control.

“This is the outfit I got mad at you about.”

I recall the first day she arrived and how furious she’d been about some clothes I had Jackson bring over. Seeing this outfit on her gives me a new understanding of why she’d been so angry. The outfit screamsfuck me,and I plan to do just that, but not before I stare at her a little more.

“Well?” She twirls and gives me a saucy wink over her shoulder. “What do you think?”

The bottom of her ass hangs out, luscious twin globes taunting me. My pants pull against my erection, and I take a measured step toward her. Her chest rises and her eyes widen in excitement as I sink to my knees in front of her. I cup her thighs with my hands and bury my face between her legs and inhale, moaning at how wet she is. Her fingers find my hair and the tiny noise she makes when I slip my palms over her ass and yank her thong down her legs will fill my dreams for weeks to come. She steps out of her flats before lifting her feet for me so I can take the underwear all the way off. I tuck the lacey material into my pocket, and she chuckles.

“Panty thief.”

I smirk and gaze up at her, slowly tracing my palms up the back of her legs. She stops grinning, and her eyes grow hooded when I grab her ass again, my arms lifting her skirt up enough that I can see every inch of her. I yank her closer, and she stumbles slightly, using her grip on my hair and the other hand on my shoulder to stay steady.

Leaning forward, I take a chunk of her ass between my teeth and bite down. She moans, and I swirl my tongue over the side of her ass cheek before moving to her front. My lips meet her wet pussy, and I lap up every drop of her essence, swallowing and kneading her ass. She’s panting, and I can’t help but take a healthy dose of smug satisfaction at the frantic racing of her heart. Her knees start to quake, and I bring one hand to her cunt and spread her open so I can tease her clit the right way. I press the flat of my tongue against her and lap, swirl, and suck.

A throaty cry is my reward, and I lick up her pleasure, drinking it down. When I pull away, she’s staring down at me with such reverence that I pause. Her eyes are nearly jade, and she swallows.

The motion reminds me of my cock in her mouth, and my dick pulses in need. I won’t fuck her mouth this time though. Today I’m taking her sweet little pussy and making it mine.

I hoist her up and stand, my supe strength lending me the balance and muscle it takes to carry her at this angle. Sliding her down my body when I reach the desk, I set her ass on the wooden top and pull her mouth to meet mine.

She wilts, softening for me, and it drives my wolf wild. We’re never dominant. Being a delta means we’re almost always at the bottom of the food chain, but Raven gives herself over to me like a submissive little wolf. Her hands shove my shirt up and we break apart long enough for me to rip it off. Watching her eyes trace down my chest and abs makes me smirk.

---