Frank tips his hat. “Gotcha, Mr. Brooks.”
As soon as we’re in the backseat, Ren climbs on top of me. Thankfully, the seats are larger than a standard car, but there’s still little space. The charged atmosphere in the aftermath of Grub’s dressing down has me pining for Ren, the smell of my arousal filling the car within seconds.
Ren’s mouth descends on mine, all of his protective alpha energy coming out in a flood. We’re consuming each other, kissing passionately while tearing at each other’s clothes.
Why did I think a one-piece was a good idea? I awkwardly shuffle out of them—even a few seconds are way too long to wait—before Ren rips off my panties victoriously.
“I need you, alpha,” I whine, bucking my hips. “Take me.”
“Don’t look away, baby.” Ren unleashes his cock. “I want to look into your eyes while I ruin you.”
His words make my slick flow, gushing even faster when he rubs the silky tip of his head against me, coating himself.
“Such a big, strong alpha.” I wrap my legs around his body to pull him closer, grinding against him. “So fucking hot.”
I need him.
Now.
He thrusts inside me hard and fast, like he wants to claim every part of me and mark his territory.
“You’re all mine, baby,” he pants. “All fucking mine.”
If anyone were to walk past, they’d see the car rocking. To my knowledge, there’s no rule about knotting inside cars on campus, right? I push the thought aside as he thrusts mercilessly, wailing and clawing at his back while his growing knot strokes my insides.
“Fuck yes!” I gasp. “Ren!”
It’s the first time he’s touched me without asking, and I loved seeing him abandon his caution to fully embrace the moment. Ren’s sweet and kind—my comfort—but he also hides a fire underneath his softness. And holy hell, when he lets loose. He’s a dark horse. A bookworm on the streets and a freakish alpha in the sheets should be his tagline.
He fucks me like a wild animal until I’m quaking from orgasm after orgasm that leave me shaking to the core. “Knot me, alpha,” I plead, pawing at him, consumed by need. “Please.”
My pussy clamps onto his knot as he locks in place, rinsing him as he comes hard. When he finally collapses on top of me, finished, both of us fully spent, I struggle to catch my breath.
“Thank you.” I run my fingers through his messy hair while he stays knotted inside me. The sexy inferno whirlwind has tempered into a comforting crackling fire as Ren’s inner sex beast retreats. “For protecting me.”
“Anything for you, Faye.”
Sincerity bleeds into his words. Our relationship is moving with such a fast-paced intensity, and I’m already struggling to imagine what life would look like without him in it.
THIRTY-FOUR
Faye
“So he just swooped in like a gallant knight and dragged you out?” Delilah asks after I recount the story of what happened at the greenhouse earlier today for the third time. “Are you sure you’re talking about Ren Brooks?”
We’re in Sabs’s room, getting ready for Amora’s party. She texted to check how I was after class and said she’d understand if we couldn’t make it, but I don’t want to let her down.
“He basically did a full-on alpha bark.” I giggle at the memory, feeling super proud of my alpha. “It was?—”
“Hot?” Delilah winks.
“Very.”
“Being hot is beside the point,” Kady tsks. “It’s good Ren was there to record what happened. Grub should never have spoken to you like that. It’s outrageous, especially at SVU! I have it on good authority that Grub has already packed his bags.”
“I saw a clip of Drax escorting him off-campus,” Delilah adds.
As soon as Cole received the footage from Ren, he contacted Kady who, after her many complaints and time spent lobbying for change, is on first-name terms with the dean. They both marched into his office to demand that he dismiss Grub on the spot. Seeing the recording, the dean had no other choice but tooblige. As well as promising to launch a full investigation to see whether Grub mistreated any previous students, Cole insisted that Amora and I receive personal written apologies.
