Page 33 of Legacy Wolf: Semester One (Legacy Wolf #1)

RAWLING

As I was about to open the door to my and Jack’s room, Atticus stormed out.

Without thinking, I quipped, “What got your titties in a tangle?” and regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve been having sex in my room.

” Ewww, the place would have to be fumigated.

Jack and I had promised one another we’d never have sex in our room, and she wouldn’t go back on her word.

“I wish,” he fumed as he slammed his own door.

“What’s with him?” I asked Jack who was at her desk typing.

She made a face. “He wanted to have sex, and I refused since I was busy, so he threw a toddler-sized tantrum. As a result, I told him if he acted like that again, I’d stop sleeping with him.” She resumed her typing.

I flung myself on my bed and put the pillow over my face. Why couldn’t I be more like Jack instead of going along with what Phelan wanted? I hated myself. I mentally arranged the pros and cons of sleeping with Phelan in their respective columns.

In the pros, I put: great sex, amazing sex, best sex ever.

That was one pro, but I thought of it as three.

What else? While I hated the way he acted around me, making me keep my mouth shut—oops, that was a con—I liked the guy and would like him even more if when we were together, we talked or watched a movie instead of only having sex.

I had to admit the only pro was great sex.

Phelan’s behavior made me feel bad about myself, and maybe that was on me.

I made a choice about how to react, and I could decide that I didn’t want to be his fuck buddy.

That meant admitting I liked Phelan, not just his big cock, and it would hurt telling him we had to stop having sex.

I groaned, and Jack lifted the pillow and studied me.

“How is it you can manage Atticus and yet I’m so conflicted about Phelan? “ I whined.

“Because,” she placed a hand on my chest, “you allowed your heart to get involved.” She scrunched her nose. “And it’s messy. Whereas I’ve kept my heart locked away. It’s just sex, and Atticus has?—”

I tossed the pillow at her, not wanting yet another description of Atticus’s appendage.

“You need to deal with you-know-who.” She cocked her head toward the door.

“Tell me what to do,” I begged. “I can’t make up my mind.”

“Sorry.” She closed her laptop. “You’re on your own, but you know what to do. You don’t need me to tell you.” She waved and walked out, the computer tucked under her arm.

Why did life have to be so complicated? I pummeled my heels on the mattress, annoyed that I had to be a grown-up.

The following day after archery practice, I loitered on the archery range, asking Coach questions I could have found online, making sure I caught Phelan’s eye more than once.

He also stayed behind, fiddling with his bow.

We were the last ones here, and Coach asked Phelan if he wanted to run, but he refused.

“Hi,” he said as he inspected my ass.

He wasn’t a great conversationalist, but neither was I, so I couldn’t fault him for that.

“Can we…?” A couple of students wandered by, hand in hand, and both Phelan and I studied them. “Can we go somewhere?” I asked.

“The athletics hall will be busy, as the basketball team have a big match coming up.”

“You assume I want sex,” I ranted, my voice louder than I intended.

“Don’t you?”

Damn him. I did want his cock in me, and that was the problem. Yes, I wanted sex, but I wanted more, and he would never give it to me. “I wanted to talk.”

“Sorry, I just assumed…” His voice trailed away.

“I’m tired, Phelan, and I can’t do this anymore. I deserve better, and as you’re unwilling to treat me as an equal, I have to let this go.”

Wow! I said it. I ended us. But the expression on Phelan’s face sent my mood plummeting to the depths of despair. The color had drained from his face, while his eyes were filled with unshed tears. Fuck, what had I done? Maybe I was wrong and he did care about me but had a hard time showing it?

I took a step toward him, my resolve at ending this…

us… whatever dissolving until a little voice in my head said, Stop .

Not the voice of a shifter’s beast. Jack had explained how that worked, or how her family told her because she’d never experienced it.

Nope, I was human, and this was my conscience whispering in my ear.

You made the right decision . You are not responsible for his feelings. You’re being honest for the first time .

“Okay,” he croaked, avoiding my gaze.

Shit, his reaction was tearing off tiny pieces of my heart.

“We were never really friends, so I can’t say, ‘We’ll stay friends.

’ But I wish you well.” I turned on my heel and walked toward Phoenix House as tears streamed down my cheeks.

It was one thing to end a relationship that had run its course, where both parties were in agreement. But this didn’t feel like that.

Left, right, left, right. I convinced my feet to keep walking, and as much as I wanted to glance over my shoulder, I looked straight ahead.

“Why so glum?” Jack asked as I walked into our room. She lowered her voice. “Did you find out something about Mika or Sasha?”

I shook my head. “Nope, I ended it with Phelan.”

Jack clapped. “Well done.”

“I feel so lousy.”

“I can’t cure that, but candy and watching really bad movies might help ease the pain.”

Pushing out my bottom lip, I nodded. Jack pulled out her candy stash, and we spent the evening watching our favorite stupid films that had us laughing, crying, groaning, repeating the lines, and tossing candy at the screen.

Later, climbing into bed, I was hopeful I could wallow in my sadness for a few days and then perk up.

But my subconscious, who’d been a star when I’d wavered about breaking things off, had other ideas.

I spent the night dreaming of Phelan and me in a late-night diner while playing footsie under the table.

Us lying on the grass at night and picking out the constellations above us.

Him holding my hand as we strolled into the dining hall.

There was worse to come. I dreamed of us having sex.

He lay on a huge bed, translucent curtains billowing behind, while his cock stood straight up. Slick slithered from my hole and down my thighs as I imagined me blowing him. I gulped, and as he whispered, “Ride me,” I almost came.

Shuffling over the soft mattress, I sat astride him, high enough so my slippery ass brushed over the top of his enormous dick.

He grunted and grabbed my hips, trying to make me sit on his cock and take it all in. But I waggled a finger and swayed my hips, each time making him shiver as my ass grazed his gorgeous, thick pink dick.

“I hate you,” he growled, allowing me to see his wolf in his eyes.

“Liar.” I leaned forward and rubbed slick on his mid-section. His tongue flicked my length, removing the pre-cum on the slit.

“Well, then I hate that you know me so well,” he snarled.

“True. I do.”

“Want my tongue in your ass?”

I did, but I longed for his cock more.

Heaving myself up, I said, “Eyes here, Phelan,” making him look at my face and not his cock about to penetrate my hole.

“You’re so wet,” he whined. “I want to be in you.”

“Like this?” I fell onto his length, taking him all in. He gasped as I wiggled my ass, sending pleasurable sensations rippling over my body. Pushing myself up on my knees, I peered between my legs at Phelan’s cock, glistening with my slick.

“You’re always so wet for me,” he panted as he pushed me onto his dick, and we both moaned.

“Only for you.”

“I should hope so, because I adore you.” He bucked his hips, pushing his length deeper into my channel.

Squeezing my knees against his sides, I rose up, his mouth forming an O while only the tip of his cock remained in me. I smirked, enjoying the power I had over him before sinking onto his arousal.

“Gods, Rawling.” He pinched the flesh on my hips, the pain coming close to the molten waves of pleasure rolling over me. “I love your hole.” He removed a hand from my hip and wrapped his fingers around my dick. “For an omega, your cock is big.”

He tugged my dick, making me moan as I slammed onto his length. My slick spilled from my hole and trickled over his sides onto the bedding. Phelan captured some on his fingers and sucked.

“Me, please,” I begged as I rode him. “I want a taste.”

“Come for me, baby,” he insisted after letting me lick the slick from his fingers.

Him calling me baby spurred me on, and I rode him like a freaking bronco. Yeehaw. Slippery flesh smacking against wet skin, the intoxicating scent of wolf shifter mingling with slick and sweat urged me to fuck him harder and faster.

“Soon,” I yelled as I flung my head back and squeezed around his cock, electing a yelp followed by a growl from Phelan.

“I’m coming,” I yelled as my cum spurted over him and splattered his chest and face.

But Phelan, my Phelan, wasn’t done, and he pounded into me, lifting my limp body up and down until he arched his back and emptied his load in my channel.

With my eyes closed, my body flopped forward, but instead of resting on Phelan’s sweaty chest, I was by myself, clawing at the bedding.

“Don’t go,” I pleaded. “Please don’t go.”

Exhausted, I curled into a fetal position, warm tears spilling over my cheeks.

“Phelan!”

“Rawling, wake up.”

“Phelan?” I clawed at the shadow that was shaking me.

“It’s me, Jack. You had a bad dream.” She flicked on a lamp and put a glass of water in my hand which I drank. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Nope. But thanks.”

Maybe getting over Phelan would take longer than I thought. The rest of the night, I tossed and turned, though Phelan didn’t make an appearance in any more of my dreams. It was wolves and bears, squirrels and chipmunks, their snarks and chirps becoming a cacophony of unintelligible sounds.

Studying myself in the mirror the following morning, I noted the shadows under my eyes and wondered if I should ask Logan who shared our bathroom for some makeup to cover them, but decided to wear my dark circles. They were a sign I was struggling but would make it out the other side.

It was pure dumb luck that I opened my door at the same time Atticus opened his. He studied my face before snarking, “You and Phelan should hook up.”

“What?” I screeched. The asshat, who didn’t know his best buddy and I were having sex was suggesting we do just that? When I had ended it? Was this another type of Atticus’s torture?

“Not like that.” He made a face. “Phelan would never fuck a latent. I mean like form a club. The non-sleeping club ‘cause you both look haggard.” He took off, leaving me staring at Phelan emerging from the room.

Fuck, had he had any sleep? We rarely spoke when we had been fucking and now it was more of the same. Except it was of no concern whether he acknowledged me or not.

That was what I told myself as once again, I walked away and headed toward the rest of my life.