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One s****e of his length against me, his shaft gliding through my folds, grinding against my c**t until stars danced in my eyes. The muscles in my legs and core clenched painfully, warning me how quickly my o****m neared.
“I don’t even have to f**k you to make you scream for me.” He grunted in my ear, just as breathless and lust-stricken as I would’ve sounded. His c**k felt like steel as he thrust it against me, the hand he used to pin my hips down left small bruises that would heal all too quickly. The feral need that boiled in him, it showed me how much he enjoyed this. He cursed under his breath, “You’re going to come, all from rubbing that little pu*s* on my co*k.”
He was right; at some point I had begun moving my hips, matching his rough strokes as the head of his c**k grinded against my c**t. My eyes fluttered open just in time, latching onto his as my p***y spasmed and a desperate moan was ripped from my throat.
“Remember what I told you?” His eyes were blazing, orbs of molten gold that swirled and churned. I had never seen him like this, this feral. Like the most savage parts of his wolf were rising to the surface.
His thick head parted my lips, pressing against my entrance. He slammed the full length of himself inside of me, just as he clasped a hand over my mouth. “Don’t make a f*****g sound.”
I wasn’t sure I had ever screamed like this before. My p***y stretched until it was almost painful, wrapped around his c**k as every brutal thrust made my eyes roll. Every whimper and plea for more, they were muffled against his hand.
“That’s it, take my c**k.” Nolan snarled, his words delayed as he cursed and rolled his hips against my own. Every time my p***y throbbed around his shaft, he let out a husky grunt. “You can’t help but scream, can you?”
There had to be something wrong with me. The feeling of his hand over my mouth, while he cursed and shuddered in pleasure, it sent me spiraling over the edge.
At the last moment, his hand lifted from my mouth. His name was the first thing I cried out, sinking my nails into his shoulders as I went loose and taut. He held me close, his pace still brutal as he found those last moments of pleasure buried inside of me, His lips latched onto my bouncing b*****s, and I could feel the moment he snarled my name against them, thrusting deep as his seed filled me.
Curled up in Nolan’s arms, with everything blissfully sore, I had the best sleep I’ve managed in weeks.
It should have been common sense that with a good night’s sleep came a long and stressful day.
The next morning, I found myself perched on top of the marble counter in the kitchen. Standing between my legs, smirking down at me as I devoured my third bowl of cereal, was Nolan.
This was our first time living together, without the company of either one of our families. That alone made it difficult, with our wandering eyes and greedy hands never getting enough of one another. In fact, we were well on our way for round two when Nolan’s cellphone began buzzing.
Zeke’s name flashed on the screen, accompanied by a picture he had to have taken himself. Nolan flipped the phone over, making me snort.
“Don’t ignore him. Who knows what he’s gotten himself into after last night, which you still have yet to elaborate on.” I pointed out, flipping the phone back over.
Nolan sighed and answered the call, while I ate another spoonful of cereal. He pressed the speaker button, and immediately I began laughing at the whine that was Zeke’s voice.
“Don’t make fun of me, Daiseee.” He groaned, his voice extra gravely in the early morning hours. I swore there was still a slight slur to his words, even though it should be wearing off by now.
“What do you need, Zeke? Party too hard?” Nolan asked dryly.
“Ugh, can you come get me? I think I drank the liquor store.” He moaned miserably, “It even hurts to mind-link you. I left my car at the lake. Some of Carson’s gymnast friends drove us to the afterparty.”
“Sure, we’ll be there. Text me the address.” Nolan’s reply brought a grin to my face. Even brooding and grumpy, he was a good friend.
“How was that after party, Zeke?”‘ I asked.
“Which part? The one where I figured out that college parties charge you for alcohol, or when I figured out they’ll let you have a tab, but only if the Alpha is your best-friend.” Clearly, he was still somewhat intoxicated, because sober Zeke usually had an easier time filtering what he said. “Or when I joined
Carson and her little gymnast friend for a little”
“The first two parts, Zeke! The first two!”‘ I said hastily, placing a hand over my face.
“I’d like to hear more about that tab, and exactly who will be paying it.” Nolan said, rightfully so.
If there was one thing all college students had in common, human or werewolf, was that they could throw back some alcohol.
“Alright, so maybe he can use me to get a rise out of
Nolan.” I sighed under my breath, wincing when Brandon’s fist slammed into Nolan’s jaw. My mate absorbed the hit with a straight face, his golden eyes bright with anger as he grabbed his brother by the throat and shoved him back.
Brandon, as cocky as ever despite the massive hangover he was sporting, quickly regained his balance. His dark hair was messy on his head and lacked the charm of naturally tousled hair. He narrowed his bloodshot eyes and snarled at his older brother, charging forward with enough force to knock a grown man off his feet.
It was clear Brandon was a glutton for punishment. He knew Nolan would find him after what he pulled last night- especially after laying a hand on me.
He stumbled out of some sorority house I had no name for, directly across the street from the afterparty most of the University attended. Half-dressed and grinning ear to ear, he spread his arms wide and said, ‘hello brother.’
Even as Nolan charged up the front lawn, past the crumpled beer cans, empty bottles of liquor, and torn streamers from last night’s party, his grin never faltered.
“This is your fault, y’know.”‘ I frowned at Zeke, snatching the canned margarita out of his hands to toss into the trash. I gave him a dry look, “Don’t pout at me, Zeke. You know d**n well if you hadn’t had pointed Brandon out, they wouldn’t be fist fighting in the front yard of some frat house.”
Zeke was perched on the bed of a pick-up truck that someone had driven into the front yard. Not only was he missing a shirt, but there were various words painted all over his chest and back in what looked like pink paint markers. At this current moment, he was scratching the words ‘eat me’ which were located just an inch above his pant line.
I sighed, avoiding the curious eyes of the hungover college students. The ones awake, anyway. “I can only imagine what .everyone else thinks, watching their Alpha and his brother fight. Then they can look to their left, and see another Alpha, shirtless and covered in pink paint.”
“There were thirteen separate fights last night, Daisy. Only seven of them were outside, and two were at the lake.” Zeke laughed boldly, his muscular shoulders shaking before he winced and grunted from the harsh sound. He ran a hand through his messy hair, which smelled strongly of beer, and shrugged.
“Most of us have grown up watching Brandon and Nolan fight. Even if it wasn’t their Alpha and his brother, this would be nothing new. Now when claws and fangs come out, then we’ll worry. Right now, they’re just f*****g with one another.”
The more I paid attention, the more I realized Zeke was right. Both Brandon and Nolan landed some nasty blows, punches, and kicks that I knew would leave welts, but neither backed down.
Even though he was a cocky, insufferable jerk, it was obvious that Nolan wasn’t the only son of an
Alpha. Brandon was just as much Killian’s son as his brother, fighting back with a ferocity that a normal werewolf would lack, especially when it came to sparring with an Alpha.
“What happened to Carson and her gymnast friend you were becoming so fond of? It must’ve taken you a long time to realize she wasn’t your mate, not that she minded.” I teased, forever scolding Zeke’s playboy ways.
“She left her phone in her car last night, had to uber back to the lake to grab it.” He shrugged, his lips twisting into a wicked grin. “As for her gymnast friend, she’s still asleep. You wouldn’t believe how flexible- “.
I can live without knowing the details.”
“Come on guys, already?”‘ I heard a familiar soprano call out, her voice alone hushing the small crowd that watched. ” Nolan hasn’t even been back a week and you’re already fighting.”
Cassidy looked good for someone who had stayed up drinking and dancing, especially compared to some of the rougher looking students. She had all of her clothes on, and wasn’t rummaging through the shorts, shirts, and random pieces of lingerie scattered along the yard.
Her sun-kissed locks were pulled into a high pony, the style showed off all the shades of gold in her hair, while mine seemed almost blue-black in comparison.
“What are they fighting about now?” Cassidy approached Zeke and me. Her candy pink lips twitched into a grin as she looked over Zeke’s chest, and the paint that covered him. She tapped a manicured nail against the back of his shoulder, where the word ‘thicc’ was written. “Well, at least someone had fun last night. I’m glad to see my compliment wasn’t wiped off.”
“They’re fighting because Brandon here won’t get off Daisy’s back. The Alpha’s brother has a crush.”
Zeke joked dryly, shrugging when I gave him a look.
“Oh, goddess. Well, I can’t blame you for not getting in between them. Twenty years growing up with them and I haven’t had any luck diffusing that b**b.” She sighed, pulling herselfup onto the tailgate beside Zeke.
Again, I had that urge to ask Cassidy about what might’ve happened between the brothers but couldn’t bring myself to ask while we were surrounded by so many people.
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