Step Alpha (Wolf Ridge High #3) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ridge High Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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Eat me, Wilde. I flounce through the door and shut it behind me, not even bothering to greet my bad-boy brother.

He catches my nape and turns me to face him. “What did I tell you about hanging out with that human, Rayne?” His voice is soft and dangerous, and his eyes glow green with anger. There’s a possessive edge to the way he holds me.

No, that doesn’t make sense.

He’s just mad.

Despite the fact that he can snap me like a twig, I lift my chin. “You’re not in charge of me, Wilde.”

In a flash, he pins me up against the wall by the throat, his other hand holding me up…oh fates. His other hand is between my legs.

I’m dangling above the floor with his fingers cupped around my lady parts.

Chapter Seven

Wilde

Okay, I didn’t think this through. Well, maybe I did. Subconsciously, I’m sure I was trying to protect Rayne from actually choking from my grip on her throat, so I chose to hold her weight up from the other end.

The other end happens to be her hot core.

I don’t even know why I’m manhandling her. It’s beyond inappropriate, same as smacking her ass when I was teaching her to drive, but something about her brings out a feral aggression in me.

When I saw her with that human again, my wolf went nuts.

For a second, I think we’re going to move past this grope and pretend it’s not happening. I’ll just lower her slowly, and she’ll–

Fuck. Me.

The flesh between her legs squeezes. I can feel it under my fingers. Fates, is she getting wet?

Her legs clamp together around my hand.

My breath hisses out as I ease her down the wall and onto her feet.

And then I can’t stop myself. It’s wrong–so wrong. But I move my fingers between her legs. I ripple them against her hot little pussy, giving her a little feedback. Maybe I’m testing for wetness. Maybe I’m trying to turn her on. I don’t really know.

All I know is that a shudder runs through her.

Did she just come?

My dick punches out against the zipper of my jeans.

Her lips part and blue eyes go wide. That little heart-shaped face of hers wears a stunned expression.

The scent of her arousal makes me do it again. One more subtle movement of my fingers between her legs.

Another shudder.

I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to let her go. I want to own this little shrimp of a shifter until she falls down on her knees and begs my forgiveness for letting that human drive her home.

It’s that thought that spurs me on. The scent of him still clings lightly to her clothes. Not that I think he touched her–it’s not that strong. But her juniper and creosote scent is muted by his.

“You’re in big trouble,” I growl and loop an arm around her waist to carry her into my bedroom.

And damn. Carrying her is so fucking satisfying.

I sit on the bed and fold her over my knee like I’m her 1950’s husband and start spanking her ass. Hard.

She freaks out, squirming and flailing, her hand flying back to cover her small perfect butt.

I light it on fire, knowing I’m way out of line. Beyond out of line. But I was already teetering on getting kicked out of this house and my pack. So what the hell? All I’ve ever done was try to live up to their standards. I might as well do what I want for a change.

And right now, I want to turn Rayne the Runt’s ass pink.

The scent of her arousal grows even stronger as I spank her, which riles my wolf up, making me hold her even tighter and spank her even harder. My dick presses painfully against my zipper.

It’s satisfying as hell–on every level. Feeling her squirm and resist. Loving how easily I overpower her. The sound of her squeaks and squeals. The impact of my palm on her springy flesh.

Knowing she’s not made like a normal shifter and will feel pain longer, I force myself to stop. Instead, I squeeze her ass roughly and slide my fingers between her legs again.

“You don’t date humans,” I growl. “You don’t date anyone without my permission.” My fingertips seek the damp spot in her shorts, and I rub there.

She bucks in another spectacular little orgasm.

The rush of power it gives me nearly makes me jizz.

“I’m not dating him! He was helping me with calculus. If I don’t get my grade up, I’ll lose my scholarship.”

I want to keep her over my knee, rubbing that incredible spot between her legs that gives her pleasure, but her words snag my attention.

Rayne has a scholarship.

I don’t know why it surprises me to hear she has ambitions of leaving. It makes perfect sense. Why would she want to stick around a pack where she’s treated like dog shit? I also hate it.


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