Alpha Varsity (Wolf Ridge High #5) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Forbidden, New Adult, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ridge High Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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She loses herself, throwing her head and tits to the sky and shifting her grip to my thighs behind her. She’s a goddess, breasts bouncing, back arching, as she rocks forward and back over my cock.

Her breath grows frantic. She switches her grip back to my chest, taking me deep as she gyrates over my dick.

I lick the pad of my thumb. “Go ahead. Show me how you grip my cock when you come.” I bring my thumb to her clit and press.

She convulses with pleasure, her inner thighs squeezing around my hips, her internal muscles contracting and pulsing.

I don’t know how I manage not to come. Stars dance before my eyes. My teeth grind. The urge to mark Lotta is so strong it’s a wonder I don’t flip her to her back and sink my teeth into her shoulder. Forever mark her with my scent. Take her freedom as my due.

But I force myself not to move until I regain control. Only then do I roll our bodies to flip on top. I’m about to pull out and tell her to roll over when I catch a trace of fear and vulnerability in her expression.

In my mind, she’s on top. She’s still my tutor, and I’m the infatuated student. She’s my teacher. The girl who wrecked me once. I forget that I have the power to hurt her—not just physically but emotionally too.

She was crying today in her classroom over us. I brought her here to make it up to her.

“Good girl,” I praise her obedience. I catch her jaw in my hand and kiss her, mating my mouth to hers, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. It’s a demanding kiss, but not violent like our first one. Our only other one.

My hips rock, the steely length of my aching cock sliding through her juices

I realize it’s a necessary kiss, one I didn’t know I so desperately needed. I slow down and explore her lips with mine. They’re soft–infinitely soft–and after a moment, she begins to kiss me back.

“You’re beautiful.” I stroke her hair back from her face.

Her eyes are blue again, staring up at me with that touch of vulnerability still. Like she doesn’t want to care about me or what I think about her, but she does.

“Beautiful. And mine.” I kiss her again before she can rebel at that statement. This time, I make love to her mouth. Stroke my lips over hers, changing angles, tasting her. I kiss and nibble down her neck, pull out to crawl lower and swirl my tongue around her left nipple.

She moans softly. It’s a sound I could get used to for the rest of my life. And for the first time, I consider what that life might look like.

I told Abe I would never claim Lotta. It’s not true.

The truth is, I would claim her in a heartbeat if I thought she wanted me back. I would claim her, and I would do everything it took to make her happy.

I gently roll her to her belly and reach for the bag I packed with our picnic goodies. There’s a bottle of lubricant in there that I plan to use.

I slide my fingers between her legs and stroke over her soaked slit with one hand, as I uncap the lube with the other.

I hold her ass cheeks apart and squeeze some lube over her back hole, then massage it around that tight rosebud.

Latta writhes over the comforter.

“Are you gonna take it in the ass like a good girl?” I penetrate her back hole with one of my fingers, gently stretching and preparing it to make room for my cock.

Lotta looks over her shoulder at me. The slight alarm in her expression tells me she’s an anal virgin.

I lean forward and kiss her shoulder, reassuring her. “I’ll make it good for you,“ I promise. “Do you believe that?”

Her lids droop, and she nods.

“I know what your body needs, don’t I, baby?” My fingers penetrate her juicy sex as my thumb stretches her back hole.

She moans.

“You want more?” I’m never one to force myself on a female, mate or not. I may be dominant, but I’m not an asshole.

She hesitates, clearly still a little nervous, but I have her hips writhing. “Yes.”

“Say it. Say, please fuck me in the ass, Asher.”

Her cunt squeezes around my fingers.

I nibble on her ear, kiss the side of her neck. “Say it,” I coax, murmuring against the shell of her ear.

“Please fuck me in the ass, Asher.”

I shouldn’t take it as such a victory, but my wolf pumps the air with his fist. He’s doing a backflip in the end zone. Like he thinks I just won Lotta’s heart, not just her consent for more pleasure.

I kneel behind her, pushing her legs wide with a nudge from my knees. I pull her ass cheeks apart and line the head of my cock up with her back hole. I apply slow but steady pressure, waiting until she opens for me before I breach her entrance. I grip Lotta’s hair in the back and pull up. “Who does this beautiful ass belong to?” I ask in a growl.


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