Tamed and Claimed by the Hockey Alpha

6. itchy sensations

Zephyrius POV

I slumped back in my desk chair, head thrown against the headrest as a string of curses left my lips. What the f**k had I just done? My hands were still shaking from touching her, from smelling her—my mate. My stubborn, witty, infuriating mate who had no idea what she was doing to me.

Fuck.

The memory of her wetness against my fingers made my c**k throb painfully against my jeans. She'd been so responsive, so ready for me. Just a little more pressure, one more push, and I would have been inside her right there on the field. I would have spread her out on that damn grass and claimed her for everyone to see, marked her as mine so thoroughly that no other male would dare look at her.

But that would have been a betrayal. A betrayal to Liana's memory, to everything we'd shared before that fire took her from me.

Liana.

I should feel ashamed for wanting another woman, for craving Kestrel's touch like I was some horny teenager who couldn't control himself. But she was my mate too, wasn't she? Those tangled red curls instead of Liana's sleek red hair, those defiant green eyes that sparked with challenge every time she looked at me.

My wolf, Xander, stirred restlessly in my mind. ‘She's ours, he growled. Stop fighting it.’

"Shut up," I muttered, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. My c**k was still painfully hard, goddess…this was bad.

I unzipped my jeans slowly, hating and dreading what I was about to do but it spreads itchy sensation throughout my body.

My wolf wasn't making things easier, I brought out my firm painfully hard c**k with my eyes closed.

‘f**k her Zeph, we need it.’ Xander cooed in my head and I allowed him win this time, her slick wet p***y, the way her body arched as she called me bastard, the way she smelled, that stupid glassed I badly wanted to rip off, how I would spread her legs wider to see how she looks like, how she would have tasted like, how my c**k would be inside her..

“Oh f**k!” I groaned, stroking harder, my pre-c*m leaking as I stroked, breathing hard…wanting to come badly.

When I see her next, I should reject her but not after claiming what's mine, would that be selfish?

“you're not rejecting my mate Zephyrius, we're having her until she breaks and admits it.” Xander told me and I couldn't only imagine her tangled hair in my fist as I f****d her from behind as she screams my name.

That alone made me shoot my c*m all over my jeans and I groaned, feeling f*****g euphoric. That shouldn't have felt so good, no way.

I wanted to f*****g sneak back my hands in and pump again but I needed answers more than I needed relief as I picked my phone from the bed.

The phone rang twice before my Beta picked up.

"Zayn speaking, and this better be good because—"

"I need you to look into someone for me," I cut him off.

A groan echoed through the speaker. "Zeph, it's not even been seventy-two hours since you started at that academy. Please tell me you're not already in trouble."

I scoffed, running a hand through my hair. "Just do what I'm asking."

"Fine. What's the name?"

"Kestrel."

"Kestrel who?"

"I don't know her last name yet." The admission tasted bitter on my tongue. "All I know is she's my mate and a f*****g pain in the ass."

Silence stretched between us for a long moment before Zayn's voice came back, tinged with disbelief. "Your mate? Zeph, what about—"

"I know that," I snapped. "Just find out everything you can about her. I'll try and get her full name before the end of the day, Family, pack, why she's at this academy. I need to know everything fast."

"Fu¢k," Zayn breathed. "You're falling way too fast, man. I'm scared and happy for you."

"I'm not falling for anyone a$shole," I snarled, my grip tightening on the phone.

The door to my dorm room burst open, and my roommate Tyler stumbled in, clearly having overheard the tail end of my conversation. His lips curved into a smirk that made my wolf bare his teeth.

"You're definitely falling for that ugly nerd who knows nothing but computers right?" Tyler said with a laugh. "I heard her p***y's as dry as the Sahara desert. You sure you want to waste your time on that when there are plenty of hot cheerleaders who'd—"

Xander roared within me, and I was moving before I could think. My hand slammed Tyler against the wall, his feet dangling inches off the ground as I held him by his throat.

"What did you just say?" My voice came out as a low growl, and I could feel my canines extending.

Through the phone, I heard Zayn mutter, "Good luck, with whoever that is."

Tyler's eyes went wide with fear as he clawed at my hand. "I—I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean—"

"You didn't mean what?" I pressed him harder against the wall, enjoying the way his face started turning red. "Didn't mean to disrespect my….a harmless girl?" I didn't just call Kestrel harmless, she was f*****g dangerous.

"It’s just that…your league should be the hot cheerleaders," he wheezed. "Not some—"

I slammed him against the wall again, harder this time. The sound of his skull connecting with the concrete made a satisfying crack.

"I hate sharing a room," I said conversationally, as if I wasn't currently choking the life out of him. "But looking at you reminds me of the ugly rogues we usually bury alive in my pack. If you don't shut the f**k up and stay away from Kestrel, I'll gladly use you as an example of what happens to wolves who don't know their place."

Tyler nodded frantically, his face now purple. "Sorry, sorry! Jeez… I'm sorry!"

I released him, and he crumpled to the floor, gasping for air. The scent of his fear filled the room, and Xander purred with satisfaction.

‘Good,’ my wolf said. ‘Let them all know she's ours.’

I scoffed and turned toward the door, needing to get out before I lost what little control I had left. We'd just won the game, but my body was still burning with need, with the memory of Kestrel's soft skin and breathless moans.

But as I stepped into the hallway, I found Diego Rodriguez standing right in the doorway, his arms crossed and an annoying smirk on his face.

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