He’s an Alpha She doesn’t Care novel Chapter 125

Jared

He was more than curious to know what she’d done to put herself through university to obtain her degree. Most rogues he knew would opt for scholarships and part-time work to get themselves through their education. They didn’t live on campus because that was just more money to be shelled out.

Opted to stay in shared housing off campus, but her mentioning wearing one of those thongs and putting on a show for her. That had his brain ticking, it was the way she worded it, the way she climbed right onto his lap even.

It was likely she’d been a stripper of some kind. His hands moved over her body, and he could see it. She had a tight little body that men would love to look at, his mouth left hers, and he smiled right at her. “How much for a lap dance?” he asked. ““What was your stage name?”

She shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes, and playfully tapped his shoulder. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“Mm-hmm,” he replied, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Can you pole dance? Should I install one in our bedroom for some real fun? You could teach me your moves. Imagine the sexy outfits I could buy you—those skimpy, jaw-dropping ensembles. Goddess, just the thought is driving me wild.”

Wynta chuckled, her laughter light and infectious. “I don’t know if you could afford a private show!” she shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh, baby, I’d sell my soul for you,” he growled softly, rising to his feet. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him as he made his way toward her bedroom.

“Hmm, but without a soul, you wouldn’t enjoy the show. No soul means no emotions,” she teased, her voice playful yet firm. “And as far as I’m concerned, I own that soul now. It belongs to me.” A radiant smile lit up her face. “So, nope, you can’t sell it. I forbid you.”

Jared chuckled softly as he stepped into her bedroom, one knee sinking onto the bed as he leaned down, pressing himself against her. “So, what’s the verdict on sex? Yes or no?” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “I need some rules, sweetheart, or we might just end up mated by the time this is over.”

Wynta gazed up at him, a smile playing on her lips. “No sex. We’ll likely get carried away if we go there.”

“That’s a bummer,” he murmured, squeezing her backside with a teasing smirk. “But we can still be naked, right?”

She slid her hands over his body, tugging his shirt up and over his head. “Yes to being naked, yes to pleasure, but no to the actual act of sex. Let’s save that for after the full moon.”

“Just so you know, Creed is already convinced he’ll mate Remi after her first shift. We won’t have a say in the matter,” she warned, a chuckle escaping her lips.

“What can mere humans do when our wolves scent each other out?” she mused, pulling his mouth down to hers in a soft kiss while her other hand slid down his body.

Breaking the kiss, he grinned. “Maybe you should do what you were planning to do to me the other day,” he suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he playfully rolled them over, positioning her atop him.

“I can’t,” she murmured, a hint of regret in her voice. “My toys aren’t here to… you know, torture you.”

“Anything else, then,” he replied, his smile widening as he tugged at the dress she wore, lifting it over her head. His bare hands met her soft skin, and he reveled in the way her eyes fluttered shut.

“You’ve got all the mate bond tingly goodness, I see,” he murmured, pulling her body down against his. He turned his mouth to her neck, whispering, “Let me kiss your mark spot.” He knew she would love it; it was now incredibly sensitive to him alone. A kiss there could ignite a desire that burned brighter and faster than ever before.

“Don’t,” she sighed, a warning lacing her voice. “That will likely send us spiraling out of control.”

“Hmm. As much as I want you to play with me,” Jared murmured, “I want to see those sparks flying everywhere. I want to hear how you respond to me now.” His hands slid down her back, and he chuckled when Creed’s claws emerged, tearing through the sides of her underwear with a swift motion.

“I’d like some clothes to stay intact, you know,” she huffed, sitting up completely naked on him.

“Hmm, you might be shopping all the time,” he laughed. “I warned you, Creed is a dirty perv of a wolf.” With that, he yanked her up his body, pulling her down onto his face. “You want to see how dirty?” he smirked, feeling Creed shove him to the back of his mind, taking control as he devoured her, tasting her like she was his last meal.

They didn’t even need to scent her; his wolf was all in, gripping her tightly, savoring every inch of her until she cried out, riding his face. His wolf never took his eyes off her, relishing the moment.

Only when she reached her climax did he pause, reaching up to cradle her face, compelling her to gaze into his glowing green eyes. “Delicious,” Creed rasped, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.

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