Step Alpha (Wolf Ridge High #3) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ridge High Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“You gonna take it hard tonight, Rayne-bow?”

“Yes, please,” I whimper. Because despite the pleasure, it’s not enough. I want more. I want to feel Wilde in every cell of my body. I want him to be rough and wild. To show me how much he desires me. I want to feel fully claimed by him, forever.

“Good,” he growls, thrusting in even harder.

I arch my low back to offer my ass up to him even more, to get him where I need him. He plows into me, his loins slapping against my ass. I brace my hands against the headboard. It’s way too much, but I absolutely love it. Crave it. Need it.

My cries grow louder, higher in pitch. I’m sure if there’s someone in the hotel room beside us, they’re calling the lobby right now.

I don’t care. I wouldn’t stop if they were beating down the door right now. All I care about is riding this incredible wave with Wilde.

“Rayne.” Wilde’s voice sounds ragged. His thrusts grow jerky. “Rayne. Baby. Rayne…it’s you.” He thrusts into me and comes.

I orgasm, my body convulsing with ecstatic release. It’s so much more than a physical experience. It’s beyond even a spiritual one.

It’s cosmic.

An aligning of who I am–who I’ve always been but never trusted–with the one, perfect mate for me. All of the so-called problems in my life and his life suddenly seem inconsequential. The Homecoming debacle. The kidnapping. The fact that I killed a man. That Wilde’s going back to Duke. Not remembering that I shifted.

None of it matters. All that matters is my mate.

Wilde’s teeth sink into my shoulder, breaking the skin to embed his scent in my flesh. The pain is eclipsed by pleasure. Glorious, mind-altering pleasure.

The serum coursing into my bloodstream sends me into a state of euphoria. My entire body relaxes, beyond sated.

Metamorphosed.

That’s when I know for certain that I’ll be able to shift. That I am a she-wolf now.

I also realize it was Wilde’s semen in me that first time that kicked my transition fully into gear, just as it’s his essence in me now that makes me feel whole. Like I’m finally the being I kept hidden from the world for some dark and mysterious reason.

Wilde rocks his cock in and out slowly as he eases his teeth from my shoulder and licks the wounds closed. He strokes my hair, petting my head like a cat’s. “Are you okay, “Rayne-bow? Does it hurt?”

I turn my face to the side to smile dreamily up at him. “I’m perfect.” The words don’t even express how incredible I feel.

He grins back and pulls out to roll me over. “You’re mine now.” He hovers over me, braced on one arm. I lift my legs to wrap around his waist and pull his cock down to the notch between my legs where it belongs.

“I’m yours,” I murmur.

Wilde

Saturday night, I sit on the couch in my best, er only, suit waiting for Rayne to emerge from her–our–bedroom for the Homecoming dance.

We got home this afternoon after making love in the hotel all night and all morning.

I wasn’t sure if my dad would kick my ass for not bringing Rayne home the minute I found her, but he and Leslie both seemed overjoyed.

“I can’t believe it,” Leslie kept saying over and over again, tears streaming down her face. “You both found your fated mate, right here, under our roof. It’s incredible.”

Rayne called her human friend and told him we were out as a couple, and she wanted to go to the dance with me. Of course, I had to eavesdrop, and the guy was surprisingly gracious about it. I guess it was true that he didn’t have designs on her.

At long last, the door opens and Rayne steps out. She’s in a little silver halter dress that hugs her hips and draws her breasts together into the most alluring cleavage I’ve ever seen.

My hands close into fists. “You were going to wear that for him?” I snarl.

It’s wrong, but I can’t help myself. I know I should be telling her how amazing she looks, how honored I am to take her, but all I can think–

Rayne can reach my shoulders in her sexy heels. She leans into me and lifts her face. Her scent instantly calms me. Getting my hands on her helps more. “I wore this for you,” she murmurs.

I slide my hands down her sides to her ass and squeeze. “You look beautiful. Beautiful enough to eat.”

“It matches my eyes,” she murmurs.

My cock stirs. “Yes, your beautiful wolf eyes.” I want to see her wolf, want to teach her how to shift without the post-traumatic amnesia from it, but I’m not going to push. I made that mistake once, and I will never hurt her with it again.

“Oh, let me see!” Leslie chirps, rushing down the hall with her phone out to take photos. She gasps. “You two look incredible.”


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