“Isabella,” Alpha Roman said.
Fuck.
I glanced up at him through my lashes and fiddled my pen. “Yes, Alpha Roman?”
“Outside. Now.”
Without another word, he walked to the door and held it open for me. Damn it. I stuffed my exam inside my textbook and closed it so Jakkobs wouldn’t see that I hadn’t been paying attention.
Derek eyed me, brow raised, but I shrugged my shoulders and sent him a look that said, “Last night when you called me thirteen times and I didn’t answer once, I really wasn’t doing anything bad, I promise.”
After taking a deep breath, I walked out of the room. The wooden door closed behind me, but I didn’t dare turn around. This was not how I expected my Monday afternoon to go. Not at all.
Roman stepped closer to me, and I could feel his body heat against my backside. Warming me in places that it shouldn’t.
A kid walked down the hall, opposite of us, then disappeared into a classroom. As soon as that door closed, he shoved me against the lockers, snatched my chin in his calloused hand from behind, and ran his nose up the side of my neck. “What am I going to do with you?” he whispered in my ear. “This whole fucking week you’ve been teasing me.”
I shook my head no. But I had been. I’d touched myself too many times to count, thinking about him pounding me against my headboard, about his cock inside of me, about his lips on every inch of my body.
It was wrong to think these sinful thoughts about my alpha.
“Don’t deny it.” He growled in my ear, his canines grazing against my soft spot. He pressed himself against my backside, and I clenched. He had never been this close to me before, at least not like this.
His fingers trailed up my leg and slipped under my skirt. “I know you keep your curtains open at night for me. You want me to watch as you rub your sensitive little clit.”
“No...” I said breathlessly. “I-I don’t.”
“Don’t lie to your alpha,” he said, the scent of mint overwhelmingly powerful. Just like him.
I gulped and shifted from foot to foot. His fingers hovered mere millimeters over my clit, and my whole body was just aching for his touch.
With one of his hands wrapped around the front of my neck softly, he pulled me to him. “Don’t lie to me,” he said against my ear.
My core clenched just waiting for him to slip his fingers into my panties and feel how wet I was for him. I didn’t care that there were only minutes left before the bell rang and everyone flooded into the hallway. I didn’t care that he was my alpha and that toying with him was wrong. I needed him so fucking badly.
“I don’t,” I said.
Lie.
He chuckled lowly in my ear. “I bet you think about me as you do it, don’t you?”
“No.”
“No?” He pushed some hair behind my ear and grinded his hips into mine. “You don’t think about my face between your legs, eating you until you’re trembling?” No. “You don’t think about my cock in your mouth?” His thumb brushed against my lips. No. “You don’t think about my hand wrapped around your throat as I thrust into you over and over and over again?”
I closed my eyes and pressed my knees together. Oh, Goddess. Oh, Goddess. Touch me, damn it. I needed it.
“Please be quiet,” I said, breathlessly. The walls were thin, and I didn’t want anyone hearing us, especially Vanessa. She’d make my life a living hell by telling everyone in our small town that I was the new pack slut. “People will hear.”
“This is my pack, Isabella. I don’t care who hears you moaning my name.” He pulled his fingers away, taking a deep breath, and pushed himself off of me. “Close your blinds next time.”
“Or what?” I asked, turning around to face him.
That was my first mistake of the day.
He grabbed my chin roughly and pressed me against the locker again. “Or you won’t like the consequences.” He gazed at my lips when he spoke, his thumb brushing against it roughly, and my heart warmed.
The way he touched me told me one thing—that he wanted to devour my body. But his eyes, shifting between a soft brown and a piercing gold, told me that wasn’t all he wanted. He wanted more.
