Page 16 of Legacy Wolf: Semester One (Legacy Wolf #1)

PHELAN

“Bet you wish you could join us!”

Atticus was such an ass. One day I was going to put him in his place, but today wasn’t that day. Some things weren’t worth fighting about, and there was no way to confront him today without adding a larger target to Rawling’s back. It was better for us both that I just kept my mouth closed.

But I was so agitated, I left the group and headed back to the woods, needing to shift again and get rid of my frustration.

But as I walked, the entire time, my mind returned to Rawling.

I hated the way society treated latents.

It wasn’t like it was a choice. People were just born the way they were.

If only more shifters saw it the way that I did.

My wolf broke through and took his fur once more, and I ran and ran. This wasn’t a formal run with the group, where I needed to wait and be led. I just needed time to let out my animal energy in an attempt to keep me focused. I doubted it would help, but hoped it would calm me. That was the plan.

I kept going at full speed, not listening to my wolf as he begged me to go back and find Rawling.

This run was supposed to help us both but my beast had taken a shine to the omega.

Unlike Atticus, my beast didn’t give a fuck that he was latent.

Heck, I didn’t either. Not if I were allowed to have opinions on the matter. Which I wasn’t.

As long as I was in school, I had to toe the line and be the good son. After that, I could wolf-up and be the man I wanted to be. My parents had me by the balls and they knew it. Play by their rules and get an education. Simple as that.

By the time I was done with my shift, I’d managed to wear my beast out enough that he was no longer pushing for control, which was good. The last thing I needed was to get back to Phoenix House and have my wolf break through to go find Rawling. There was no way that scenario could end well. None.

I sped through my morning routine, taking the world’s quickest shower and running to the dining hall. I had a presentation due first class, and while I had prepared well, I still needed to run through it one more time.

My day flew by. Between the presentation, an exam, and a group project, it was all classes all the time, which was fine. It kept me focused on something other than Rawling’s eyes when he saw my cock. I liked his eyes on me, probably too much.

I wasn’t going to cave. I wasn’t. We didn’t even have archery practice.

It would be easy to just ignore and move along.

Only it wasn’t, and once Atticus announced he was going to his family’s for the night for some fancy business thing, I caved.

If I was going to have my room to myself, there was no way I wasn’t going to meet up with Rawling. I wanted him too badly for that.

I grabbed a piece of notebook paper and scribbled out a note: I saw you looking this morning. Want a better view? Door’s unlocked.

Frozen in front of his door, I reread it and was teetering back and forth on whether or not it came across as sexy or creepy. I hadn’t made a decision as to which it was, when the sound of some students around the corridor startled me. I slipped it under his door and ducked into my room.

“What was I thinking?” A note was proof. If I wanted to get caught, leaving love notes was the way to go. Not that it was a love note, more a booty-call note, but still…

“Maybe people would think it was a joke.” A joke. That was a nice way to call bullying, which would be the only conclusion people would come to. And being the weak-ass alpha I was, I would let them think that.

“Ugh.” I let my head hit the back of my door.

There was only one thing to do; try and get the note back. Only when I opened the door, it was to see Rawling’s door closing across the hall. What was done was done.

I dropped my school stuff on my bed and padded into the bathroom. The die was cast. Either he was coming or he wasn’t. The least I could do was not be a smelly pile of yuck when he came in—if he came in.

Gods, please let him come in.

I locked the other side of the bathroom and turned on the shower as hot as it could go. As the water heated up, I shucked my clothes and grabbed two fresh towels. Just in case.

I stepped inside, letting the hot water cascade down my body, when my door clicking open told me what I needed to know: Rawling was in. Reaching for the body wash, I wrapped my hand around my now growing cock. If he was here to get a better view, I was going to give it to him.

“I wasn’t sure it was you,” Rawling said from the other side of the door. “It came off as…”

“Dickish?” I filled in for him, glad to hear the sound of his shirt hitting the floor.

“Yeah.” He pulled open the curtain, “Dickish. I was half expecting to walk in here and have it be a set-up.” His eyes fell straight to my cock, and he licked his lips.

“He’s gone for the night.” I stepped back, giving him room, and he climbed in. “And I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I did want a better look.” He stepped in close. “Or maybe a better taste.”

“Oh no, omega. If anyone is getting a taste tonight, it should be me.”

He swallowed and gave a tiny nod as he shivered slightly.

“Let me get you under the hot water.” I took him by the shoulder and guided him so we switched places.

“I like your tattoo.” His words caught me off guard.

If it was a tattoo I’d picked out because it reminded me of a favorite memory or one that I’d drawn and really loved, it would be one thing.

But that wasn’t what this was and we both knew it.

Was he giving me a message? Just trying to make small talk?

I didn’t get a chance to figure it out, his finger tracing the length of my cock having me nearly forgetting everything, including my own name.

“My turn.” I dropped to my knees and took his thick cock in my hand, letting my tongue dart out and circle his tip, the water rushing down his skin and onto my face. I didn’t care. What was a little drowning if I could taste and feel his cock hit the back of my throat.

I swirled my tongue around his tip again, this time taking it into my mouth as far as I could.

I sucked in my cheeks and slowly released him, loving the way the scent of his slick was filling our steam-enclosed box.

He was liking this as much as I was. I repeated my moves again and again, each time taking him in just a bit more, until he finally hit the back of my throat.

This time when I pulled off him, I brought my fingers to his entrance, circling it, the slick coating them as I did. Slowly I breached his ring of muscle, and to my shock, he pulled back.

“I’m sorry.” I thought we had been on the same page. I hadn’t meant to cross any boundaries.

“Don’t be,” he said, his breath held. “I just thought I was going to come.”

“Kinda the point.” I chuckled, relieved that I hadn’t messed things up.

“Not until you are inside me.” He turned around, leaned forward, and pressed his body against the wall. “Hurry up already,” he called over his shoulder.

I liked this playful side of him and pushed myself to stand.

“If you insist.” I positioned myself behind him and pulled his ass cheeks apart. “It does look like you’re nice and slick for me.”

I lined myself up with his entrance and slowly started to enter him.

He wanted no part of that, pushing back and encouraging me to slide in faster, and so I did.

I slammed into him, grabbed his hips, then gave him a few seconds to get used to my girth.

Once he started to squirm, I began to slide in and out of him.

He attempted to push back with each movement, but I held him steady and took control, loving the sounds he made as I did.

In and out, harder and harder, faster and faster, until I lost all sense of both rhythm and control.

I pounded him, savoring each little sound he made, and when he called out my name during his orgasm, I let go, releasing into him, letting my knot grow inside of him.