The Rogue Alpha and the Werewolf King (by Hailey Kristine) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Evangelina’s POV

The whistle blows and we begin to circle each other. I take note of his stance, there is no error. I already know that he favors his right side and it is more powerful. I also already know that he isn’t as good with wrestling, but it will just be hard to pin his big a*s down, he could just flip me and it would be over.

I only have two options, knock him out, or get him in a position that he is forced to concede.

He’s waiting for me to make the first move. I can tell by the way he is watching me. Well, let’s not disappoint.

I bounce up to him, like I’m in a boxing match, hands held in front of my face. He watches me and smirks like he knows what I am doing. UGH.. f this.

I throw my left foot in a front kick. He grabs my foot and I drop to the ground, letting my weight pull and his grip on my foot slips with the rain and mud. I bring the foot that slipped down and slam the heel into his thigh. He stumbles back and I backwards somersault and stand up. He is grinning now.

He comes for me throwing punch combos. I don’t dodge all of them and holy sh*t do they hurt. It’s a good thing I can take a punch. He can too though and after a punch to the face, his nose is broken.

I then wait patiently blocking his last punches till I see the opening I am looking for and throw a right hook to his jaw, catching him off guard and following up with a left uppercut and a right kick to the side.

He pushes my right leg away, expecting it and I slip in the mud. He follows after me, catching my foot that reaches out to kick him and drags me, like a rag doll, closer to him, before he has the chance to pin me I kick out his knee and he falls on his other knee. I shove him, backwards, to the ground with my shoulder, as I get up and swing my leg around to straddle his arms to immobilize them, reaching my arm around his throat and clasp my hands together to complete the chokehold.

I try not to slip as the mud and water mixes, creating a horrible base for holding a position. He manages to slip his arms from my straddle and tries to break my hold. Or so I thought. He slips his hand and moves my elbow that was bracing on his back to help keep the pressure and I fall forward. He grabs my thighs, flipping me and somehow him over. He is between my legs and holding my hands above my head.

His blue orange eyes have a silver ring around them, allowing me to see that his wolf is out. I am bucking against his hold and trying to find the slip in his grasp. He leans down, close to my ear and inhales.

“Concede, mate.” He growls, sending a wave of arousal through me.

“Never.” I grit and headbutt him, when he raises his head to look at me. His nose is bloody, but his hold still doesn’t loosen and I see that now his eyes have turned black, with the silver ring. Now the big bad wolf is angry. I smile, until I realize that the look he is giving me isn’t anger. It’s lust. And I pause, chest heaving, then feel it. The hard length pressed from my c*it to my belly button. My eyes widen as another wave of desire runs through me and Veena begins to pant.

He puts his full, lower body weight on me, putting enough force on my nub that I have to fight to hold back a moan. He brings his tongue up the small spot behind my ear, trails it over to nip my ear and speaks lowly. “You taste so good.” He growls and I jerk.

“DONE! CONCEDE! YOU WIN! OFF!” I yell as I buck to try to get him off me. Panic setting in. He raises his head

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Chapter 92

and his eyes are back to normal as he lets go of my wrists and I scramble up.

He watches me and I thank the goddess for the rain or everybody would be able to scent my arousal, but the mud helps conceal it. That and the flush of my face.

“ALPHA KING WARRICK WINS!” Mason yells. I look around and people are clapping, cheering, and watching us. I nod and plaster on a fake smile, looking down at Warrick, who is still kneeling and sitting back on his

heels.

“Congrats.” I say and walk away, feeling the heat of his eyes on me and hating myself for the way it makes me feel.

We are supposed to be slowly giving him a chance, not be ready to jump his damn bones the first chance we

get.

I make it back to my room, while brushing people off. Telling them that I need to take a shower, and I do, but I

also need to take care of this need.

I clean my body and hair from the mud, still thinking about the way Warrick’s c*ck pressed up against me and sigh. Yeah this feeling is not going away until I take care of it.

I scent my arousal before I even begin moving my hand and rubbing circles around my nub. The water trails down my head as I begin to rub a little faster. I bring my other hand up and pinch my ni*ple, throwing my head back and moaning as I picture Warrick’s big, rough hands on me. Pinching and teasing me.

I startle, when the door to my bathroom slams open. Frozen in place with my hand on my c*it and other cupping my breast, I stare at Warrick’s heaving frame. He walks slowly toward my shower as if not to startle me, and I don’t know whether to throw him out or let him in so I just continue to stand there, frozen.

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When he gets to the door and slides it open I see that his eyes are the black with silver around them and realize that he already had his shower and is dressed. He takes off his shirt and my arousal spikes, but it finally gets me to clear my head a little.

“You should leave.” I say, trying and failing to be stern. He just eyes my body, then gets on his knees and my jaw drops.

“What the he*I?” I all but shriek. His eyes find mine and I pause at the lust and love he has in them? That

can’t be right.

“Let me help you. Please, just let me help.” He almost begs. I don’t say anything and he holds my gaze. “Just say the word and I will leave.” He says. I stay quiet. “Can I help?” He rasps and I nod, not trusting myself to speak. He moves his hands up my thighs slowly, causing goosebumps to erupt at the feel of his touch. Not to mention the sparks that trail over my body. I don’t move, just stare down at him in disbelief. What is wrong with me? I should push him away, yell, do something.

His hand reaches mine, which still hasn’t moved, and slowly moves it out of his way. I don’t react, just watch and he growls in approval, pushing me against the cold tile and I gasp in surprise.

I don’t have time to do much of anything else before he opens my folds and begins licking and suck…y like his life depends on it. I moan at the sensation that I haven’t felt in years. This is better than I remember it. “You taste so good.” He says, glancing up at me, then continuing his assault.

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