The rest of the day was pure torture.
Every step I took down the crowded hallways of Blackthorn Academy sent another thick drop of Kai’s c*m sliding down the inside of my thigh. I could feel it warm, sticky, impossible to ignore seeping into my panties as I tried to sit through Calculus like a normal girl. My p***y was still swollen from the way he’d knotted me over that desk, stretched and claimed and leaking his mark for anyone with a wolf’s nose to s
And someone definitely could.
By the time the final bell rang, the whispers had turned into a roar. Lila and her squad were waiting for me at the edge of the parking lot, arms crossed, lips curled in perfect, venomous smiles.
“Slut,” Lila hissed the second I got close. “We all saw you disappear with him. You really think you can f**k the king of the school just because you moved into his house? Pathetic.”
Her friends laughed. Phones were already out. I could feel the eyes on me half the senior class pretending not to stare while they filmed every second.
I wanted to shrink into the ground. Instead, heat flooded my cheeks… and lower. Because even as shame burned through me, my body remembered every brutal thrust, every growl against my neck, every pulse of his knot locking us together.
Before I could answer, a familiar shadow fell over us.
Kai.
He stepped between me and the girls like a wall of muscle and warning. His blazer was gone, shirt sleeves rolled up to show the tattoos and the fresh claw marks I’d left on his forearms last night. His golden eyes were glowing again bright enough that even the humans could probably sense something was off.
“Back the f**k off,” he said, voice low and deadly.
“She’s mine.”
Lila’s laugh died in her throat. “Yours? Since when do you do stepsisters, Kai?”
He didn’t even look at her. Just grabbed my hand, fingers lacing through mine in front of everyone, and pulled me toward his blacked-out SUV. “Since the second she walked into my house and my wolf decided she was my mate. Any of you got a problem with that, say it to my face.”
The parking lot went dead silent.
He yanked open the passenger door, practically tossed me inside, and slammed it shut. The second the engine roared to life, he was already reaching over, hand sliding up my skirt as he peeled out of the lot.
“Kai slow down they’re all watching ”
“Good.” His fingers found my soaked panties and shoved them aside, two thick digits plunging back into my dripping cunt without warning. “Let them watch. Let them smell me all over you.”
I moaned, head falling back against the seat as he finger-f****d me right there on the main road, thumb grinding my c**t in fast, filthy circles. Cars passed us. People stared. I didn’t care anymore.
I spread my legs wider, hips rocking shamelessly against his hand while he drove one-handed, jaw clenched, c**k straining against his uniform pants.
“Gonna f**k you properly when we get home,” he growled, eyes flashing gold. “Parents are at some charity thing until midnight. I’m locking you in my room and breeding this p***y until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
The second we pulled into the mansion’s underground garage, he killed the engine and dragged me into the back seat. No patience. No foreplay. He shoved my skirt up to my waist, ripped my panties clean off, and freed his c**k thick, veined, the knot already starting to swell at the base.
“On your knees, mate. Ass up.”
I obeyed instantly, bracing my hands on the cool leather as he knelt behind me. He slammed into me in one vicious thrust, burying himself balls-deep with a guttural groan that vibrated through my entire body.
“f**k still so tight even after I wrecked you at lunch,” he snarled, hips snapping forward hard enough to make the SUV rock. “This cunt was made for my c**k. Made to take my knot. Made to carry my pups
.”
Every thrust was deeper than the last. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the garage. My t**s bounced inside my blouse, n*****s scraping against the fabric until they ached. He reached around and pinched one hard, twisting, while his other hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back.
“Say it,” he demanded, pounding into me so deep I felt him in my stomach. “Tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You,” I sobbed, voice breaking. “My stepbrother owns it. Kai owns it f**k please”
He growled in approval and started rutting faster, the knot swelling bigger with every stroke, stretching me open wider and wider until the burn turned into white-hot pleasure. I came first screaming his name, walls clamping down around him like I was trying to pull him even deeper.
Kai roared, slamming in to the hilt as the knot locked us together. Hot, thick ropes of c*m flooded me, pulse after pulse, so much it spurted out around the knot and soaked the seat beneath us. He kept grinding, milking every drop, teeth sinking into the back of my neck right over the old bite.
“Mine,” he panted against my skin, voice raw. “Forever. No more hiding. No more pretending. The whole school knows now, and if anyone even looks at you wrong tomorrow, I’ll bend you over the principal’s desk next and let them all watch me knot you.”
The thought should have terrified me.
Instead, another orgasm crashed through me just from his words, my p***y fluttering and squeezing around his locked c**k until I was shaking and crying and completely ruined.
We stayed like that for long minutes tied together, his massive body draped over mine, his c*m still pumping slowly into me while the knot held us in place.
When it finally eased, he pulled out with a wet, obscene sound and watched his seed drip from my wrecked p***y. He scooped two fingers through the mess and pushed it back inside me, slow and deliberate.
“Keep every drop,” he murmured, kissing the fresh bite on my neck. “I want you full of me when our parents walk in tonight and ask how school was.”
I shivered, already aching for round two.
Because this wasn’t just s*x anymore.
This was the beginning of the end of my normal life.
And I was so f*****g addicted to the fall.