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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I hold out my hand. “Hey, man. Thanks for being cool about the change in plan.”

Lincoln shrugs. “It’s cool. I’m glad you two found a way to make things happen.”

Rayne beams at him. She looks every inch the Homecoming Queen. Beautiful. Goddess-like. Ready to rule her court with love and grace.

“And now will the Homecoming royalty come out to the dance floor?” J.J. requests from the stage.

The crowd claps and whistles.

“Are you ready for this, your majesty?” I wink at Rayne, holding out my hand with a bow.

She flushes and smiles. Her eyes glow a radiant silver as she gazes up at me. “With you? Always.”

She gives Lincoln a quick peck on the cheek then gives me her hand, so I can lead her out to the floor.

Abe’s smart enough to grab a random girl to be his dance partner as we take the floor with the junior royalty couple. For some reason, he’s glaring at a human couple standing in the corner. The girl looks like Lincoln–must be his twin.

I pull Rayne into my arms where she fits. Her small body against my large one. Her softness against my muscles. Right here, where she was always meant to be. She tips her face up to me, looking absolutely beautiful in her crown.

“You’re perfection, my queen,” I murmur.

She flushes. “I love you.”

My grin turns wicked. “Doesn’t matter if you do or don’t, Rayne-bow. You belong to me now.”

Her eyes turn liquid silver under the spotlights. “How long until we can ditch this dance?”

I laugh out loud. “It’s your night, sweetheart. I’m at your service.”

Rayne

“You’re my mate,” Wilde growls as he slams me up against the wall in Abe Oakley’s cabin. His eyes glow green in the darkness. My legs are around his waist, the short dress I’m wearing is ruched up my hips.

After the first dance, he informed Abe we were using his cabin, and he should keep everyone away until we emerged.

Now, he’s carried me inside, but we haven’t made it to a bedroom. We’re just inside the door in the dark cabin. Amazingly, even without the light of the full moon shining through the window, I could see perfectly in the dark now.

“You haven’t been fucked up against a wall, yet, have you, Rayne-bow?” Wilde grinds the bulge of his erection between my parted legs.

“Not yet,” I purr. My arms loop around his neck.

“I’m your first. I get all your firsts,” he claims.

“First and only.”

That sends him into a frenzy. He yanks at my panties, ripping them in half to get them off my legs without putting me down.

I don’t complain. I love this savage side of Wilde. The idea that he’s so desperate to take my body that he can’t control himself intoxicates me.

Keeping me pinned against the wall, he uses one hand to unbutton his pants and free his erection. His lips meld against mine at the same time the head of his cock rubs over my slit.

I moan my assent. It feels so good. So smooth and satisfying. So delicious.

His tongue thrusts in my mouth at the same time he pushes inside me, a simultaneous claiming. One hand slides into my Homecoming gown to cup my bare breast. Wilde devours me, his strong, athletic body in control of every part of my small one. He’s rougher now that my wolf has emerged. It’s okay, because the fleeting pain of his commanding touch is infinitely satisfying. Like my wolf wants it as wild and feral as he can give it.

Wilde’s hips snap as he drives into me, his lips still locked on mine, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipple, making me gasp into his mouth. He swallows my cries. Thrusts harder.

“This is your first time against the wall, baby,” he says in a rough voice. “And then you’re going to have your first time bent over a couch.” He plows into me, driving me up the wall and down again. “And then your first time on your hands and knees. First time in the ass.”

I lose my mind. My nails score the back of Wilde’s neck, drawing blood. I think I’m screaming, I’m not sure. My ears are ringing too loudly to know what that sound is.

There’s a moment of no time. The space between seconds. The vast expanse of a zero point.

And then I come, my channel tightening around Wilde’s dick. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock,” he commands, and I convulse against the wall, my middle shaking and trembling, my inner thighs squeezing like a vise around his hips.

As soon as I finish, he makes good on his promise, carrying me to the arm of the sofa, where he bends me over, spanks me, and takes me again.

Five incredible positions later, it’s past midnight, and I’m as limp as a rag doll, but we hear the howling of wolves in the near distance.


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