My good girl
Vexley Drayke.
"Who do you belong to?”
Cassian growls against my ear, his fingers digging tightly into my waist as he presses me hard against the cold metallic locker. He thrusts in and out of me in a fast and almost punishable pace, his c**k twitching inside me.
“You,” I manage to choke out because my entire face is pressed hard against the locker. “Only you,” I add, breathing heavily.
He pulls out, then slams back in almost immediately…. and that is it. My p***y clenches around him tightly. His thick warm c*m spills inside me, a guttural growl spilling past his lips.
Then he pulls out, his c*m dripping down my thighs. My legs give out beneath me but his fingers are still wrapped around me and he pulls me closer, letting my back rest against his chest as I try to catch my breath.
“My good girl.” He tucks a stray strand of my ginger hair behind my ear. “Oh… Vex, your p***y is so addictive and your scent is so intoxicating. I can’t just f*****g get over you.”
My lips curl into a small awkward smile. I have heard the compliments about my p***y a million times in the past, so it doesn’t interest me anymore.
After I have gathered enough strength, I push myself away and turn slowly towards him.
“What about me?” I murmur. “Am I addictive to you?” I am a size fourteen and even though I find myself absolutely stunning, the students at the college think otherwise and I am curious as to what my fated mate thinks too.
“Of course,” he says quickly… too quickly in fact, with a smile that I cannot really fathom. “You’re so beautiful Vex… so beautiful.”
“So why wouldn’t you claim me publicly? Honestly… I’m tired of this hide and seek. I want us to reveal our relationship to the public, just so the ladies know that you are mine, taken, and they can stop crushing on you.”
He runs his hand through my hair playfully. “Are you jealous?” he teases. “Don’t worry… once we win the match against Obsidian Claw College later this evening… I will claim you right there on the rink.”
My lips part in disbelief as I stare at him intensely to see if he is just pulling my legs, but his expression gives nothing away.
“You will?!”
He nods. “Yes, I will claim you as my mate, Vex. I will…”
I pull him into a bone-crushing embrace. “Thank you.”
He pulls me back with that radiant smile that has always made my heart beat spiral into chaos. I have spent twelve years loving him, right from when my father brought me here to the Dominion Vermont pack on official duties. He is the reason I came to the college, and even joined ice hockey.
“I will leave now. See you later, okay?” He starts walking out of the room.
I nod. “Okay.”
Once the door slams shut behind him, I scream excitedly. Finally….
I swing the locker open, roll out a chunk of tissue and start wiping off my inner thighs and even my cunt before I pull up my panties and baggy jeans. I adjust the neckline of my polo, spray perfume to get rid of the smell of arousal clinging to me, then walk out of the room to continue the rest of my classes for the day.
I run down the hallway, hoping that no professor is in class yet because I have snuck out earlier after I got a text from Cassian saying he is horny. I know I am not supposed to do that… but anything to please my love.
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“We won,” I scream out happily, jumping on Cassian and wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. “We f*****g won…”
I am not only excited about the game… but also about the fact that he is claiming me right here and right now.
Some seconds pass before he yanks my hand off his neck and pushes me off him like I am a plague.
I stumble, my ass hitting the cold rink and I cry out from the pain coursing through me. My brows furrow in confusion as I stare up at him only to realize that the man standing in front of me is no longer Cassian Vermont.
Oh… it is him.
But he looks like a totally different person.
His blue eyes are now dark with rage, his small pointy nose flares up in disgust, his perfect jaw is enough to cut through glass and his broadened chest rises and falls frantically inside his jersey, even his wolf is growling like he is barely holding back from shifting and ripping me apart, sending shivers down my spine.
“You fatty… how dare you hug me?” he growls like I am a problem he has tolerated far too long.
I feel my life flashing before me. I blink hard to be sure he is the same man who once made an announcement that no one should call me that name. But when I open my eyes… it is truly him.
“F—a—tty?” My lips tremble hard. Then I let out a humourless laugh. “What are you saying Cassian?”
“It's Alpha Cassian to you and you don't get to lay your fingers on me, fatty.”
I swallow past the thick lump in my throat, glancing around the rink to see everyone's attention now on us, even the Obsidian Claw College that lost the match are staring at us like we are a reality show. A few students have already held their phones up, already recording us.
The cold in the rink is already biting into my skin, so I push myself up even though I am still in pain.
I face him again, murmuring. “If this is a joke, Cassian then you need to stop it. You said you were going to claim me earlier, so let’s just get it done with.”
“Claim you?” he repeats, the word tasting bitter on his lips. Then he lets out a sharp, mocking laugh that cuts through my chest. “Claim you… this buffalo? I never intended to claim you. I want to reject you instead.”
