Page 50 of Step Alpha

“Go away, Wilde. I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight.”

He snorts, but to my relief, clomps away.

I hear him making himself a snack in the kitchen, then brushing his teeth–something I wish I’d taken the time to do.

I consider getting up to pull on some pajama shorts, but I’m too invested in staking my claim on this bed.

To my chagrin, Wilde returns to the bedroom, kicks off his shoes, pulls off his jeans, and climbs into the bed.

“On the floor, Runt.” He grabs me by the waist and rolls me across his body to the outside of the bed, dangling me over the edge of the bed, so that if he lets go, I’d fall.

I throw my arms out to break my fall, but he doesn’t let go.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor,” I maintain.

“Are you forgetting what I know about you, Runt?”

I go for the truth. “My back hurts. I’m not a shifter. My body can’t just take abuse and recover instantly. Sleeping on the floor sucks.”

Wilde’s quiet, like he’s actually considering my argument. “Well, then go sleep on the couch.”

“No. I was here first. I’m sleeping in the bed.” Yes, I’m acting like I’m five years old. Sue me.

“I’m sleeping in my bed, Rayne.”

“Well, so am I. So move over.” I don’t know what possesses me to make that statement.

I must be completely out of my freaking mind. I don’t actually want to spend the night in the same bed as Wilde.

It’s bad enough to sleep in the same room. I’ve barely slept all week!

“Oh yeah? What do you think will happen if I have to sleep next to you?” There’s a threat in Wilde’s voice I don’t understand.

Does he mean it’s so disgusting? Or…

In the next second, he’s rolling me back to the inside of the bed and has me pinned on my belly. His huge form is on top of mine and—

Oh.

Um, wow.

Not disgusted.

No…Wilde is sporting an erection the size of a torpedo, and it’sright between my legs.

“You think,” he rumbles, right against the shell of my ear, “a little slip of girl like you is safe from a big bad wolf?”

I don’t move. My breath comes in fast pants. My legs spread. Not as an invitation–of course not. Just to make room for his huge cock. To keep it from touching me.

But, of course, that isn’t working. Because through his boxer briefs and my panties, I feel his rod pressing right up against my core.

“You think you can crawl in my bed in your panties, and I’m not going to do this?” His hand reaches under my hips to boldly cup my mons.

A shudder ripples through me, and I get wet immediately, soaking the gusset of my panties. I know he can feel it. I desperately want more of his touch, and that makes me angry. I don’t like to be needy with him.

He moves his fingers as he rocks his hips to grind against my ass. “I might pop your cherry in my sleep, Runt. But no” –he lifts his hips and shifts them up a few inches, pressing his cock against the crack of my ass and undulating his fingers between my legs. “I think I’d save your virginity and just take this cute little ass. Because that’s where runts take it, right, Rayne-bow? In the ass?”

I should fight him. I should howl and pitch a fit. Scratch and bite and do whatever I can to get out from under him.

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