Page 30 of Step Alpha

The scent of her arousal grows even stronger as I spank her, which riles my wolf up, making me hold her even tighter and spank her even harder. My dick presses painfully against my zipper.

It’s satisfying as hell–on every level. Feeling her squirm and resist. Loving how easily I overpower her. The sound of her squeaks and squeals. The impact of my palm on her springy flesh.

Knowing she’s not made like a normal shifter and will feel pain longer, I force myself to stop. Instead, I squeeze her ass roughly and slide my fingers between her legs again.

“You don’t date humans,” I growl. “You don’t date anyone without my permission.” My fingertips seek the damp spot in her shorts, and I rub there.

She bucks in another spectacular little orgasm.

The rush of power it gives me nearly makes me jizz.

“I’m not dating him! He was helping me with calculus. If I don’t get my grade up, I’ll lose my scholarship.”

I want to keep her over my knee, rubbing that incredible spot between her legs that gives her pleasure, but her words snag my attention.

Rayne has a scholarship.

I don’t know why it surprises me to hear she has ambitions of leaving. It makes perfect sense. Why would she want to stick around a pack where she’s treated like dog shit? I also hate it.

Like she’s not allowed to make plans without informing me.

I lift her to her feet, keeping one hand molded around her cute ass. “What scholarship?”

Her face is red, her gaze furious. I sense her legs trembling. “To ASU. I have to maintain all A’s if I want the three-quarter scholarship.”

All A’s.

So Rayne’s smart.

I didn’t know that, either. It seems there’s a fuck-ton I don’t know about this girl, and I suddenly make it my business to know everything.

“I still don’t want you seeing him,” I grouse.

She throws her hands in the air with exasperation. “I’m not seeing him! He’s literally a kid at school who is good at math and helped me go over the problems on the test I just choked on.”

“Next time bring him here, so I can supervise.”

She cocks her head, her upper lip lifting in scorn. “You are not my chaperone, Wilde. You’re not my anything.”

I squeeze her buttcheek and shake. “Oh, but I am, Runt. I’m your everything. Now, get out to my Jeep. It’s time for your driving lesson.”

Her jaw drops. “I’m not driving with you! I’m not doing anything with you, Wilde Woodward. You just assaulted me in my own room. I don’t feel safe with you.”

I stand, towering over her. I lower my face to hers until we’re nose to nose. “First of all, it’s not your room. It’s mine. And you’re not safe with me, Rayne. Not unless you learn to obey. The sooner you accept that, the easier it’s going to go between us.”

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Rayne

In the next moment, Wilde tosses me over his shoulder, his hand somehow still firmly on my tingling ass, and walks me out to his Jeep.

I’m the definition of hot mess. I mean, my ass is burning, my pride is in tatters, and I just orgasmed three times on Wilde’s fingers!

For all the porn research I’ve done to become a foot fetish goddess, I’ve been more or less asexual during my teen years.

I swear, I never even thought about having sex until that first night Wilde showed up in the house and saw me in my underwear. Now, I’m feverish. All I can think about is him touching me there again.

I mean–did that actually happen? Was it a mistake?

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