I glance warily in Coal’s direction. He’s staring at me with fire in his eyes, and I flinch at the hatred I see.
I look away and try to focus on walking.
I’m not paying much attention to my surroundings until Coal is in front of my machine. I look around the room for Dean but don’t see him, and my heart starts to race.
“Your protector isn’t here right now. He had to step out. Tell me, flower, why do you smell like Dean fucked you? Like cum and arousal?” he growls, pulling me off my machine. I yelp as I almost twist my ankle.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I decide to play dumb and wonder if he’s talked to Quil yet since he only mentioned Dean. Surely he must have scented me on Quil.
“Don’t lie to me. I know what you smell like when you’re wet. I can smell your pussy from across the room. Did you fuck him?” His voice is level and calm. Fuck. He’s angry, and I’m in so much trouble. But something inside me pushes me to fight back, despite my fear.
I turn to Coal, lean into him, and whisper in his ear, “I sucked his dick in the shower while he washed your scent off of me…” I keep my hands on his chest and look up into his eyes. Something has changed with him. Why does he threaten me, but never actually do any real damage? “The cum you smell is from Quil going down on me, and then jacking off until he came on me before homeroom, though. Maybe you should ask your best friend why he ate my pussy but didn’t tell you about it. Or did he tell you all about the dirty things he growled in my ear?”
Coal snarls, long and low. It sends a shiver of desire down my spine. I look at his face, and his eyes are closed. I can feel his hardness pressing into me.
Well, now I’m fucking confused. Why isn’t he destroying me, like he always promises? Why isn’t he bruising me once more? Marking me?
“It’s taking everything in me not to drop you to your knees and fuck you right now, Delilah.” He pushes away from me and storms out of the gym, just as Dean walks back in.
I’m standing there, staring at Coal’s retreating back, panting. My red lace panties are now soaked. This is getting ridiculous.
“You okay?” Dean asks, looking as confused as I feel, and I just nod. These Wolves are changing the rules to a game I still don’t know how to play.
The next few days are calm, but I can’t help but feel like it is the calm before the storm. There’s a tension in the air, and I don’t know what the fuck is going on with Coal or Quil. Today is the first day I’ve seen either of them. In our first class, they didn’t even glance my way, but now, as I follow Coal into the dining hall, he’s fuming.
On Monday evening, Matteo met me at Dean’s room. When I tried to tell him what his best friend and I had been doing earlier that day, he’d waved it off with a shy smile.
I spent Thursday night in my dorm talking about some Human gossip with Genny. I wanted some girl time after all the testosterone overwhelming me this past week. Dean was bummed but told me not to worry about needing space.
Now it’s Friday afternoon and the beginning of my weekend with Coal. Three straight days of Coal, and probably Quil as well, since they are typically a package deal.
“Grab my food,” Coal grumbles, and storms off heading to a table where I can see his asshole friends in the pack are sitting. As soon as he sits down, I sneer.
Jessica Harris, the bitch that knocked me out and thendumped me in the woods, welcomes Coal with open arms. She hops into his lap as soon as he sits, and I’m overcome with the urge to stab her eyeballs out with a plastic spork.
Hmm. That's new. Usually, Coal is the one I fantasize about murdering. The bastard.
Matteo looks disgusted, but he’s already gotten his food and is walking out. He winks at me, before walking out the double doors, most likely headed for Dean’s room. Lucky bastard.
Quil glares at her like she’s his next murder victim, and when she purposefully wiggles in Coal’s lap so that her skirt slides up her thighs, I roll my eyes.
Quil sneers, much like I just did, and looks seriously repulsed. Coal looks over at his best friend, smirking. This not only annoys the shit out of me, but it sets Quil off as well. The Beta starts to growl as I grab Coal’s food and march over to him. As I get closer, Quil notices me, and the rumble in his chest makes my core clench.Twisted bitch.I tell my apparently desperate vag. I can’t help but think about all the dirty words Quil whispered when he jacked off. I guess he doesn’t want to share Coal with Jessica. I wonder if Coal knows that.
Now that I’m standing behind the men, the scent of Jessica’s stinky perfume makes me dizzy in a way that has me feeling like I’ll vomit. Maybe that's the real reason Quil is bothered. She smells like she rolled around in old lady clothes, and then sprayed herself with peanut butter.
Quil snaps his teeth at Jessica, and when she flinches, Coal shoves her off his lap. She quickly recovers, giving both men an angry look. I fight back a smirk, but quickly wipe it away when I notice Quil grinning.
No matter how badly I want to deny it, something inside me pushes me toward desire, rather than pure hatred,when it comes to these men. The two are at war inside me at all times. The fact that his mistreatment of Jessica brings me joy is annoying. Especially when Quil and I seem to agree on the subject.
“Jealous?” I hear Coal whisper as I set his tray of food down. I snap my head to the side, but he’s looking at Quil, not me.Oh.Quil ignores us both, though.
“Sit,” Coal demands, causing me to flinch, when I try to back away from them. I’d rather sit in a pit of spiders than at this table. I move to sit next to him, between him and Quil, but he stops me. “No. Here,” he instructs, motioning to his lap, and the exact place he just shoved the she-Wolf off of.
“What?” I gasp, making Quil chuckle. I narrow my eyes at the Beta; where’s that jealousy from a moment ago? If he threw another fit, surely Coal would shove me away as well? Instead, the cocky fuck lifts his brow, watching me carefully. He licks his lips slowly. Suggestively. The spark in his eyes makes it clear he’s thinking about eating me out.
“Now. Or I’ll punish you right here in the middle of the lunchroom.” His voice is harsh and demanding, and my pulse jumps. He’s clearly pissed about something and taking it out on me. “Do I need to have Quil bend you over?”
If I disobey him right now, his punishment will be embarrassing and humiliating. We’re surrounded by all of his people. He’s always more aggressive around them, like he has to put a show on for them. Like he needs others to know he despises me.
