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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It works. My wolf settles, and logic returns to my brain. “You could’ve protected yourself, of course. I’m sorry I lost control like that.”

“No, it wasn’t your fault. The alpha is right. It was because you haven’t marked me. And because of what you learned this morning.”

Right. That. “I don’t want that to interfere with our night. But tomorrow, You’ll tell me what happened. Everything.”

“Okay. Of course, yes.”

I lift my head to meet her gaze. “Are you really mine? You want me to mark you?”

“Yes, Asher. When I thought you were going to be banished, I realized that I couldn’t stand that. I can’t be apart from you. You’re all that matters.”

I shake my head. “Not true. Your hopes and dreams matter, too. Your art. You wanted to leave Wolf Ridge. We can. I’ll go with you. Anywhere.”

Her lips part, but no words come out.

“Coach said I might have a shot at UCLA. Would Los Angeles have a better art scene?”

Her eyes shine. “Yes. Yes–that would be amazing.”

“Then we’ll make it happen.” I slide my hands under her ass and lift her core to my mouth. I lick into her, parting her sweet flesh, tracing the insides of her lips. I get my lips over her tiny clit and suck.

She comes immediately, tugging at the ropes I used to tie her. “Inside. Please. I need you inside me.”

I tsk. “I didn’t say you could come, beautiful. I think a little punishment is in order.”

“Oh, fate,” she moans. “Please, Asher. I need you so badly.”

I chuckle, her words making my entire being pulse with warmth and pleasure. “Not yet, beautiful. You’re going to take my dick in your gorgeous ass, my fingers in your sweet pussy, and my teeth in that delectable shoulder.”

She bucks some more, another little orgasm running through her.

“This body was made for me, wasn’t it?” I work on untying her wrists. “Hm?”

“You’re mine, too, Asher,” Lotta murmurs. There’s a sense of wonder on her face, like she just realized it.

“I am,” I agree as I untie her ankles. “I am your warrior. I will wage war on your behalf. I will level anyone who stands in your way.”

Lotta laughs. “I know you would. Even when you hated me, I knew you’d do anything for me.”

The smile falls away from my face, remembering all that hate I directed her way. I work to swallow. “I’m so sorry about that.”

“No, no. I realized this morning that we needed things to go the way they did. You needed to believe I’d wronged you because it made you tough and strong. It made you into the warrior you are. And I needed to run away from who I was and suppress my wolf, so she would come out through my paintings and show me my future. With you.” Hands now free, Lotta reaches for my face and holds it between her two hands. “You are my future, Asher. Don’t you see? There were no mistakes. Everything led us to now. To this moment. To whom we’ve become apart and together. Both of us needed to go into the crucible, so we’d arrive here.”

I smash my mouth over Lotta’s in a rough, passionate kiss. And now I’ve forgotten the nuanced sex I planned for us.

The need to claim her, to consummate us and this moment is too strong.

Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve pushed her onto her back on the bed, my hand cradled behind her head, my tongue exploring her mouth.

I knock her knees wide and find home, piercing her with a brutal thrust.

“Oh, fate, yes.” She throws her head back, rocking up to take me even deeper.

I don’t break the kiss. It’s like I’m trying to express the depth of my passion for her with every twist of my lips. Every thrust of my tongue. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I need to consume her. To marry her. To mark and mate her.

The bed slams against the wall with the force of my thrusts. The mattress bows and springs.

I grip the headboard with one hand and drive into her like our lives depend on it.

“Yes, yes!” Lotta cries.

“Yes.” I don’t recognize my own voice, it’s so deep and guttural.

There’s a moment when we transcend. I swear we dip into a space of no time and place. Of infinity. Of experiencing the fractals of every lifetime and dimension we’ve been mates.

There’s a roaring in my ears. Like rushing water or wind. I shout, but I can’t hear my voice over the noise.

All I know is I’m coming.

Lotta’s already there.

The moment expands and widens. It crystallizes.

Serum coats my teeth before they sink into her shoulder, forever embedding my scent in her skin.

We both orgasm again.

When I finally withdraw my teeth from her shoulder and lick the wounds closed, I murmur, “I love you, Lotta James.”


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