Page 10 of Alpha Varsity (Wolf Ridge High #5)

Chapter Ten

L otta

I mean to tell him to get out. He shouldn’t have followed me in here. We’re at school! I can’t be seen with a student.

But none of those words come from my lips. My hands fly to his shorts, fingers fumbling with the button.

His mouth is on my breast, lips locking around my nipple. I don’t even know how he got there so fast.

He pins my body against the wall, one hand cupping my ass to boost me up. I prop a foot up against the double sink, parting my legs for him.

I work his erection free from his shorts and boxer briefs and use it like a handle to drag his hips toward mine.

“You need me to fuck you?“ Asher‘s muttered words are gravely, skidding out his lips between pants. He seems as frantic as I am, as desperate to get relief.

He yanks my skirt up to my waist and shoves his hand down my panties, rubbing a finger between my legs. I kick out of the panties and push his hand away. It’s not his fingers I need right now. I certainly don’t require foreplay.

I’m about sixteen hours past the foreplay stage. Well beyond the female equivalent of blue balls, whatever that may be called. It feels like someone punched me in the vagina. My clit is so engorged it hurts.

“You need this cock?” He barely breathes the words in my ear.

“Yes,” I snarl, teeth bared. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall, so I don’t have to look at the proud planes of Asher’s handsome face so close to mine.

I don’t want this. I need it, but I don’t want it.

He spears me with his length, driving my hips up the wall to take him deeply. His exhale hits my ear with a hot blast.

I choke back a cry of satisfaction. “Oh fate,” I whisper.

He shoves in again.

My eyes roll back in my head. “Oh fate, oh fate, oh fate.”

This is everything I needed. No, it’s more than that—it’s glorious.

I wrap my free leg around his waist, so he can bounce me over his erection, my pelvis angled toward him.

“Yeah,” I mutter.

Asher’s thumb finds my lower lip, and he traces it then penetrates me there, too. I suck hard on his digit, scrape my teeth over the skin.

My core contracts around his cock on each instroke.

The sensation of Asher pumping into me is better than finding out I got into art school. Better than leaving Wolf Ridge. Better than winning first prize in our college art show.

It has the sensation and significance of life purpose. Like all I ever will need is this . As if I could die in this moment and be complete .

But that’s just biology, I remind myself. It’s not real. This isn’t the real me.

This feeling will fade when we’re done, and I can figure out how to never do this again.

Lies , my wolf snarls.

Tears spear my eyes. I dig my nails into Asher’s built shoulders and use my foot on the sink to leverage my hips to meet his.

Asher stifles his groan. Both of us are in a muffled frenzy of panting breath and silent sobs. If someone walked by, they would only hear the water still running in the sink.

Tears streak my face. I’m not sure what they’re from—sexual frustration, maybe. Disappointment and anger with myself for losing control this way. For being so needy. For letting a student of mine—a student !—hate fuck me against a wall in a bathroom during the middle of class.

I bite down hard on Asher’s thumb, breaking the skin. He yanks it out of my mouth. I open my eyes to watch his eyes change from bright wolf green—-back to hazel.

“Come.” I shake his shoulders. The tears are falling fast now. “I need to come.”

I watch a flare of panic cross Asher’s face. That’s when I realize we’re not using protection.

Fate, what is wrong with me? I’ve truly lost my mind!

He slowly marshals the wantonness in his expression, the strong jaw turning steely, his eyes narrowing. He shoves into me and stops moving. I start to protest, but he slides the pad of his thumb to my clit, and I go over the edge with a shriek. I muffle it by biting into Asher’s shoulder as I come and come and come.

He remains stiff—heh—and unmoving, letting me grind and grind against his root until the last of my orgasm has been wrenched free .

The moment I’m done, he lifts me off his cock and drops me to my feet, then he fists his cock and aims it toward the sink.

The ropey muscles of his back bunch and tense, and then he comes, the ribbons of his essence washing down the drain under the steam of running water.

My brain clears. Asher’s so smart. I pant in barely more than a whisper, “Wash my scent off your dick.”

I turn on the sink closest to me and run water over my hands. I still can’t stop the silent tears over the helplessness I feel. The sense that my body betrayed me.

Asher turns, and his brows slam down. He reaches for me. I don’t know what he intends—to wipe my tears or cradle my cheek or some other such bullshit, but I’m not having it.

I slap his hand away and turn to pick up my panties from the floor.

I don’t make it there. Asher picks me up with an arm around my waist, and he throws me against the stall wall.

Two of his meaty fingers sink between my legs.

I gasp at the delicious sensation, my quenched need flaming bright again.

Asher closes the fingers of his other hand around my throat. His mouth crashes down on mine. I turn my head, but he chases my mouth, prying my lips open with his tongue. He lashes me with it, plunging deep into my mouth, simultaneously penetrating me in both places.

He’s angry, but I’m not sure why.

It doesn’t matter. I’m already in the throes of ecstasy. His cedar and soap scent drugs me as his fingers work their magic. He isn’t choking me, just holding me in place. Dominating me. Reminding me how powerless I am against him. If he wanted to fuck me in this bathroom for the next forty- eight hours straight, I’d submit, unable to refuse the potent pleasure he’s capable of wringing from me.

I clap a hand over my own mouth to muffle the cry of victory that issues from my lips as I reach my second peak. My internal muscles clamp around his fingers. I bring my own fingers there to press him in deeper and rub my clit.

“Go back to class, Asher,” I say through a clogged throat. My tears have stopped though. I guess eventually the pleasure outweighs the agony.

I’m still grinding on his knuckles as I give the command.

Asher takes his time easing out of me, his lips twisted into a cruel smirk. It’s made even crueler by the two dimples that make him Hollywood-worthy. It’s like my brain can’t compute that anyone that good-looking could also be such an ass. “All right, Ms. James. But I expect an A on that missing assignment.” He’s all swagger as he walks to the sink to wash my scent from his fingers. He looks over his shoulder at me. “And all other assignments henceforth.”

Asher

“Too much force!” Coach Jamison bellows as I run down the field, knocking player after player so hard I send them flying overhead.

He races down the field and grabs me by the helmet to get my attention. I slow my run to a stop, and he swings me to face him and gives the helmet a shake. “Put your wolf away, Asher. What has gotten into you? You can’t do that on my field. You’re at school right now.”

“I’m sorry, Coach.”

“What is going on with you?”

I shake my head .

“Don’t bullshit me. You got suspended for fighting last week. Now you’re back but seem to be looking for another round with someone. Am I right?”

I shake my head. “No, Coach. It’s not like that.”

“Well, how is it then?” He stares at me.

My chest feels heavy with his disappointment. Coach Jamison is the closest thing I have to a dad now, so when he’s up in my grill, I pay attention.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how hard I was hitting.” It’s not true but also not a complete lie. I wasn’t paying attention because I didn’t care. It doesn’t matter. No one out on our field is human. If I hurt any of them they will heal by morning.

Hurt. Fuck.

The memory of Lotta’s blood spilling into the sink flashes in front of my eyes, and my wolf snarls beneath the surface. I want to flatten some more of my teammates.

Of course, she’s fine. The cut was already closed by the time I joined her in the bathroom.

But I’m still fucking traumatized by her tears.

I know she wanted what I gave her. I’m damn sure it was consensual. She just didn’t want to want it. But to watch the girl of your dreams cry while you fuck her hard against a wall is more than unnerving. It disturbed me to my core.

“ That .” Coach Jamison claps a hand against my helmet. “What are you thinking about, Asher?”

“Nothing, Coach.”

“So we lie to each other now? Is that how it is?” He pins me with a penetrating stare. It’s not his pack dominance that gets to me. It’s the fact that he cares.

He’s one of the very few people in this town who gives a shit about what happens to me. Who doesn’t lump me in with my no-good dad.

Fuck.

“It’s a girl,” I admit. I’m obviously not going to say which girl.

He waits without any reaction. Apparently that wasn’t enough of an explanation.

“We hooked up on the full moon run.”

“Without protection.” The disappointment in his tone is clear. I swear Coach Jamison takes his unofficial job as the team’s sex educator more seriously than training us for football.

“I pulled out.”

Coach shakes his head. “Not effective. How many times have I told you guys that?”

“Every full moon for the last four years,” I mutter. I should be shamed by Coach’s admonishment, but instead, a warm contented feeling is soaking through my PTSD from this afternoon.

But why?

I look around to see if Lotta is nearby.

I don’t see her. It’s just the team out here. Then I realize–

It’s Coach’s fear that I impregnated her. My wolf is responding to that idea with deep satisfaction. Like knocking up the art teacher at my high school is a good idea. Like she would ever want to have a family with me.

Keep her.

I hear the delusional whisper in my head.

But I don’t get to keep this girl. I don’t even want to keep her. I despise Lotta James for what she did.

I may desire her sexually, but that’s it. I will never get past what she did. I won’t forgive her for it–not that she’s even asked for my forgiveness.

Besides, she can’t be with a student. She’d be fired if anyone found out.

“Morning after pill might still be an option. Dr. Oakley understands about the pull of a full moon. Doesn’t he stock that cabin of his with condoms for you kids?”

It’s true–Abe’s dad has made it clear since we were in middle school that his cabin is available for any of us. He’s another Wolf Ridge evangelist for safe sex.

“Yeah. I didn’t make it to the cabin.”

Coach Jamison peers at me. “You like this girl?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He lifts his brows. “Want to talk about it?”

I look away, scanning my buddies on the field. “No.”

“Asher, you’re more than this. You don’t have to fit in the hole this town wants to put you in. I’ve been telling you, a football scholarship to ASU is still possible. Maybe even UCLA. Their scout was watching you. But not if you’re getting yourself suspended. And not if you knock a she-wolf up.”

“I know, Coach. I’m sorry.”

“That’s nice, but I don’t need your apology, Asher. You need to figure out who you really owe an apology to.”

I shake my head as he stalks away, not wanting to analyze the puzzle he dropped. But like all the mind-wedgies he inflicts on the team, I’m sure I’ll be working it out over the next few weeks.

Well, I’m sure as hell not going to apologize to Lotta if that’s what he meant.

The best that female will ever get from me will be a rough fuck and a slap on the ass.