Rejected By The Alpha Quarterback

CHAPTER 4

HAZEL

I’m not a reckless person. My idea of being reckless involves skipping reading time to hang out with Nick.

Never in a million years would I have ever thought I’d be having a one night stand with Asher James of all people. Clad in nothing but my bra and panties.

Renowned Man slut.

Thorn on my side.

Nick’s least favorite werewolf.

There are at least a hundred reasons why this is such a bad idea, but Asher kisses my neck, sucks on my pulse point and my brain goes blank.

Isn’t that the point? To forget about what’s happening at the frat house?

“Get on your hands and knees,” Asher’s voice is heavy with lust. The Asher, I know, always sounds boisterous; always ready to light your flames with a single remark. This Asher—well, he’s a stranger.

As much as I want to cling onto my misery, I can feel pinpricks of desire, ebbing away at my sadness. It starts in my chest and spreads south.

I get on all fours and then, I yelp when Asher suddenly pushes me down, pressing my face into the mattress. I should be furious but I’m not. My heart’s beating fast. This is what I want and I’m going to see it through to the end.

Asher’s kneeling behind me. He rips my panties off and a second later, my bra follows. And then, he lifts me up like I weigh nothing, rearranging me until I’m positioned in the way he likes. He’s not gentle about it. His fingers are rough where they grab my arms and inner thighs.

He spreads them, baring my cunt to him.

I’m mortified at having a glaring bastard like him see the most intimate part of me. And yet, I don’t try to close up.

I watch as he presses his face in between my thighs, getting a good look at me up close.

“You’re dripping.” He swallows thickly, sliding his fingers into my wet entrance. And then, his mouth is on me, enveloping the entirety of my p***y. There’s no prelude into the act. It just happens; wet slurpy sucks and licks that forces my back to arch off the bed. I’m astounded by the breathless moan that escapes my lips.

Asher’s pleased with that sound. His eyes glow a haunting red, sure fire sign that he’s highly aroused and ready to go.

He replaces his fingers with his tongue, pumping my p***y hole with his wet tongue.

Tidal waves of pleasure rush through me, causing my body to shudder. My c**t’s aching, throbbing with the need to be flicked. Asher brings his thumb to my c**t. He strokes it and rubs it in a repeated circular motions. Driving me closer to the edge.

I roll my eyes to the back of my head, pressing his head down, egging him on to eat me more.

“For an angry swot, you’re well and truly soaked.” He takes his lips off my p***y, chin glistening with my juice. “You hate me freckles, yet here you are, a total mess for me.”

“Just…shut up,” I hiss, panting. “And go back to what you were doing.”

But he doesn’t. He pulls his c**k out of his sweat pants and lines it up with the entrance of my cunt.

“f**k. I don’t have a condom,” he bites my lip, looking like it’s taking everything in him not to push into me. “You’ve got one?”

“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill,” I tell him. “Just keep going.”

“I see.” Without pause, he thrusts into me and it feels like the breath’s been punched out of my lungs.

Asher thrusts hard, like he’s engaged in combat with me. He’s not even pretending to be gentle. Doesn’t ease me into it. He just takes me hard and fast.

My p***y is clenching around his c**k and I’m hissing and moaning, as he f***s me brutally.

He pulls almost all the way out of me before he sends his c**k sliding back in. My dorm room is filled with the musky scent of our shared arousal. The slapping sounds of our f*****g is broken by my moans and Asher’s nerve wracking words.

“What’s this freckles?” He grunts, forehead coated in sweat. “I didn’t know you were such a c**k sucking machine. You milk Warren like this too?”

“f**k you,” I spit the words in his face, spittle coating his lips. He retaliated by kissing me aggressively. His tongue invades my mouth, thrusting forcefully against mine, tearing another moan out of my lips.

“For a hardcore nerd, you’re quite the slut.” He hold my thighs wide open, rotating his hips so that his thrusts hit a deeper angle.

His nails bruise the inner flesh of my thighs. It’s a good thigh werewolves heal so quickly. I bring my nails to his back and claw him mercilessly.

He’s not expecting it and while it hurts, I can see it turns him on. He picks me off the bed and in the blink of an eye, we’re pressed against the wall, really going at it.

I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping for breath as our hips move wildly together. We are pressed flush against each other, bodies slick with sweat.

Asher growls and his eyes are red now. They must clash with the ember glow of mine. Our gazes lock in a heated staring match. His hands grab my hips, bringing me down on his c**k over and over again.

His twisted groans of pleasure fill my ear. At this moment, we’re past the point of kissing. Asher tastes the salt on my neck, licking a trail down my chest. He fastens a finger on my c**t and that’s when I come.

He f***s me through my o****m, stimulating me to the point of madness.

“S-Stop,” I plead, dragging my claws across his neck. “It’s too much. I c-can’t.”

“You can.” He growls, tearing into me at such crazy speed. There will be aches tomorrow. And regrets. For now, all I can do is take a few more of Asher’s deranged thrusts before he finally comes. And it’s such a mess and yet, we can’t bring ourselves to pull away from each other.

We keep the magic alive for a full minute before the bubble finally bursts.