Page 9 of Legacy Wolf: Semester One (Legacy Wolf #1)

RAWLING

Archery practice was done for the week, and while most of the other team members had finished before me, I’d stayed behind to speak to Coach about my technique—or lack of it—and had to return my bow to a storage room in the athletics building.

Usually people were swimming or in the gym until late evening, but today there was a big cross-country meet and the building was deserted. One guy was outside when I arrived, swinging a key on his finger, but when I came out, he’d gone.

Damn. I couldn’t leave the place unlocked. The one person I knew of who had a key was the asshat himself. Shit! Our relationship—and I hated using that word because him bullying me was not a relationship—was more fraught than before now that he and Jack were sleeping together.

“Not that there’s any sleep,” Jack had noted one day.

While their sex life appeared to be just that, sex, she and I avoided discussing who she often referred to as the Big A. Gross. But despite my disapproval, I stifled it, and Jack and I muddled along.

“Must be my lucky day.”

Not him . The other one. The one who made goosebumps prickle over my skin and my cock stand at attention. Not bothering to turn around, I replied, “Why’s that?” There was a knot of anticipation in my belly but also an element of fear as I wiped my clammy palms on my pants.

“You. Me. An empty building.” There was a distinctive tinkling and clanging of metal as a pair of keys were hoisted over my shoulder.

“Great. You can lock up. I’m finished in there.”

“Rawling.” Phelan’s long dark eyelashes fluttered as he opened the door. I needed to look away, needed to run. Or that was what my head told me. My heart? It wanted me to run my hands over his bare chest and sink to my knees while sliding his briefs over his hips. “We haven’t started.”

There was no mistaking the gist of what he was saying.

I gulped as he indicated for me to go ahead. This was my chance to say I’d made a mistake, but I stepped through the door, aware that no matter how this… this… turned out, I’d never look at Phelan again in the same way going forward.

I was greeted by darkness—I’d turned off the lights when I left—as the lock clicked behind me. Shivers of fear shot up and down my spine while I fumbled for the switch. With the room flooded in fluorescent light, I exhaled.

Phelan came up behind me, his warm breath billowing over my neck.

My dick was straining against the tight archery pants when the alpha placed his lips on my shoulder.

My head fell back, and I groaned. My body tingled, and I imagined if I could see myself, I’d be flickering with light, much like a firefly.

One hand slid over my hip and cupped my dick while he pressed his crotch on my ass. Gods, he was huge and thick, and I wanted his cock in me. Slick slid down my thighs which Phelan couldn’t see because I was fully dressed, and the stale air inside the building was laced with my musky scent.

“You want me.” His unsteady voice brought a smile to my lips and a boost to my ego. He wanted me too. Not all of the power lay with him, and I planned on wresting it away.

I shoved his hand off me and turned. “Maybe. But show me what you’ve got. So far, you’re all heavy breathing and little else.”

A flash of teeth, and again those dark eyes that suggested there was more to Phelan than what was on the surface had my belly in turmoil.

“I love your fire.” He pulled off his shirt, and I eyed his chiseled abs, the defined pecs, and the dark happy trail that disappeared under his waistband.

But it was the huge wolf tat sprawled over his chest that I couldn’t look away from.

Snarling, the beast’s teeth dripped with saliva, and I was mesmerized.

“I need more than a chest.”

His pants puddled around his ankles, and while I refused to be awestruck, the bulge under his tight briefs suggested I’d underestimated the length and thickness of his cock.

My expression must have given me away because Phelan wrenched back control when he said, “Your turn.” My gaze was fixed on his hand, stroking the fabric stretching over his cock, and my teeth clamped on my bottom lip as I suppressed a moan.

My shirt and pants were off and flung aside as we faced one another, as if we were a dueling pair, waiting for dawn.

Phelan lifted his chin. “You wanna see my cock.”

I licked around my lips, refusing to beg, so I nodded.

He slid the fabric lower, inch by freaking inch and when his length bounded out, hard and pink and with pre-cum glistening on the slit, I whimpered. His dick, a thing of beauty, was pointed at me and needed to be worshipped.

Phelan kicked his pants and briefs away. “Show me your ass, omega.”

I’d been told by alphas I’d slept with my dick was impressive, “for an omega.” Their idea of a putdown. But Phelan wanted my ass , the ass he was going to plunge into.

I hauled off my underwear and didn’t miss his raised brow. “Impressive.” He took a step toward me and trailed a finger from my throat to my belly button and lower. He gripped my cock and tugged, and my head fell back. Gods, I wouldn’t last long if he continued.

Warm lips were on the delicate skin on my throat, and teeth grazed upward along my jaw and to my ear where they bit on the soft part, making me wince. “But it’s your hole I’m interested in.”

He spun me around, one hand squeezing my ass, the other probing my entrance, but I needed more than his fingers in my hole.

“You’re so wet. You must want me,” he growled. That was obvious, but Phelan continued, “Say it, omega. Tell me you want my thick dick in your ass.”

“I do,” I panted.

He shoved in not one but two fingers and fucked me. I squeezed around him, and his breath sped up. “You’re tight.”

“Just the way you like it,” I shot back.

More fingerfucking, but another few seconds and I’d blow my load. Not like this. Not our first time. First? Gods, he was addling my brain, him and his fingers.

“Your cock. Give it to me.” I’d been reduced to begging, but I was beyond caring.

He pulled out and jerked his head at a gym mat. “Hands and knees.” His nostrils flared as I positioned myself on the mat, ass shoved high.

As I looked over my shoulder, Phelan fell to his knees and shuffled toward me until the tip of his cock prodded my hole.

My body jerked, as not his length but his warm tongue slid along my crack.

He was going to fuck me with his tongue, and I peered between my legs as slick streamed from my hole and my knees trembled.

But after spreading my cheeks and lapping around my entrance, he raised his head and once again the tip of his length nudged me.

“Are you ready for the ride of a lifetime, omega?”

“Fuck me already,” I yelled.

He hissed and pushed into me.

Gods, was that just the head? Was I big enough to accommodate him?

He stretched me, and I clawed the damned gym mat.

Stupid freaking PVC shit. Fuck, if we were in a bed, the sheets would be in tatters, or if we’d been outside, the ground furrowed as my nails scratched and scraped it.

There’d have been physical evidence of what his length was doing to me.

I groaned, and he paused, his cock only halfway in.

“You okay?”

Phelan, the cocky shit, friend to the asshat, was asking me if I was alright. He’d let his guard down, if only for a second, to show me the guy behind the mask.

“No, because I don’t have all of you.”

He slammed into my depths, eliciting moans from both of us.

“Your ass was made for me, omega.” He slapped my ass cheek, and I winced but wanted more. Both hands were on my hips, squeezing the flesh to the point where it hurt. Just a tad. But like the slap, I relished it.

Glancing over my shoulder, I took in the sprawling wolf tattoo as Phelan pulled out, not all the way, leaving the tip inside me. He growled, his grip on my hips tightening as he slammed his dick into me. Shit. He almost sent me flying into the wall.

Sweat was already dotted around my hairline and upper lip, and it plopped onto the mat, a slow steady dripping that contrasted with the rapid fucking. And while I welcomed the frenetic movements and the inevitable climax, I wanted to prolong it.

“Slower. Can you go slower?”

He stopped, and I imagined a sneer on that beautiful face. “I can,” he panted. Fingers trailed over my back and spine, and once again, there was a glimpse of a more gentle, more vulnerable Phelan than what he presented to the world.

He took me at my word. Thrusts and pounding became easing and sliding in and out.

Gods, I bit my lower lip because going slow stirred a hunger deep in my belly, and I craved not only every long inch of Phelan, but his voice, his fingers on my skin, and his mouth.

I longed for a kiss where his tongue dueled mine and he held me as I came.

“That what you wanted?” he asked, his voice raspy.

“Mmmm. I love your dick.” I pushed back, and his cock plunged in deeper.

He took that as a signal to fuck me harder and faster, but as his length filled me and left me empty, he said, “Grab your cock. Pump it as I do the same to your ass. Your glorious ass.” His voice hitched, and I was tempted to turn around, but something told me not to.

“Can’t,” I admitted. With only one hand on the mat and Phelan’s dick slamming into me, I’d collapse.

“Let me.” His fingers slid from my hip and stroked my flesh, slippery with sweat and slick. He took hold of my length and tugged it, mimicking his cock plowing into my channel.

“Yes!” I moaned.

He blew on my skin while his sweat trickled onto my back.

Grunts, moans, and whimpers filled the empty building as my climax hurtled toward me, that delicious feeling of euphoria where I was floating just before falling over the edge.

“I’m—” But my orgasm choked the words as my body spasmed and cum sprayed over the gym mat.

“Ahhh!” Phelan thrust in once, twice, and his hand on my cock stilled as he shot his load into me. His knot swelled and claimed my ass, and he lowered me to the mat where we stayed, not moving, our panting punctuating the silence.

“I’d rather you didn’t mention this to anyone.” Phelan raked his fingers over his scalp.

I’d taken the initiative to wipe the sweat, cum, and slick from the gym mat. My guess was Phelan had never cleaned up anything in his life.

“Fine.” I stalked out the door, refusing to look back.

“Should I tell Jack?” I wondered as I headed toward Phoenix House, but decided against it until I’d processed what had happened myself.