Alpha Bully (Wolf Ridge High 1)

It’s a pleasant awareness. Every time I roll over, he shifts, too. Following me. Tossing a thick arm over my waist and pulling me back against him.

I’m spooning with Cole Muchmore.

If anyone told me this moment would happen a month ago, I would’ve laughed in their face.

When morning comes, I wake to find Cole propped on his forearm, staring down at me.

“Oh! Um, hi.” I cover my mouth with my hand to hide my morning breath.

“Hi.”

“How long have you been, ah, studying me?”

“I don’t know. A while.” His brows are furrowed.

“Are you worried about me knowing? You know, about the wolf thing?”

He draws in a slow breath. “Not about you. But yeah, kind of. Trying to figure out what I’m going to say if Winslow and his friends tell the alpha about what happened last night.” He rubs his jaw. “I don’t think they will. They shouldn’t have fucked with you like they did. They’d be punished for that. It’s forbidden to alert the human world to our existence and cornering and attacking a girl at a playground is kind of a violation of that law.” He traces one of my eyebrows with his thumb and I melt.

“Who’s the alpha?” I ask.

Cole’s lips purse together and he doesn’t speak for a moment. “I trust you, Bailey, but I think I should shut up about all the inner workings of the pack.”

I try to hide the hurt those words bring. I almost would prefer alpha-hole Cole saying, Shut up, Pink. Sincere Cole, honest Cole, flays me alive. Because even though we’re getting closer emotionally, he’s still holding us apart. He thinks he has to.

And maybe he does.

“How’s your foot today?” He snatches the blankets off me, then growls, his eyes flashing yellow as they sweep over my bare body. “You’re naked.”

“So are you.” My face heats but I rake his body over with my eyes, too. He’s like one of those marble statues of the Greek Gods. Solid muscle. Beautiful.

Then he sees my foot and the moment’s over because it’s swollen up and purple. “Fuck, Bailey! Is this what happens with humans? It gets worse before it gets better?”

“What happens with shifters?” I ask, but I’m already remembering how quickly he healed from the beating his dad gave him. Now it makes sense.

“Almost everything heals overnight.” He gingerly picks up my foot and licks the puncture wound. I sure am glad for his sake we showered.

“Does that help?”

He shrugs. “I hope so. Our saliva has some healing properties.” He gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom. When he returns, he has a glass of water and more ibuprofen. I pop the pills and swallow.

Cole crawls over me. “What about the rest of you, Pink? Sore?” He brushes his thumb between my legs.

A shiver runs through me. “A little tender.”

“Let’s see how your ass fared.” He rolls me over. “Nothing!” he exclaims gleefully. “Your ass has shifter healing abilities.”

I giggle until he slaps me and I swallow the sound with my gasp.

“I still owe you a punishment, Pink, for wearing those goddamn shorts to school.” He slaps me again, this time catching more of the back of my thigh and I squeal.

“Ouch! That hurt, dammit.”

He slaps my cheek. “Funny how that works.” He drops to his butt on the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Lie over my lap like a naughty human, and I’ll show you what happens when you make a wolf jealous.”

“Why would you be jealous?” I protest, but his dominance sends thrills of excitement through me and I climb up to get in position, even as I argue with him. His cock juts out between his thighs, stiff and angry-looking.

After last night, I’m emboldened about my ability to give head. I mean, basically I was just a receptacle for his dick, right? Not much to it. I kneel beside his lap and grab the base to give the head a lick.

“Oh fates,” Cole curses. “What are you doing?” His voice sounds strangled.

“I would think it was obvious.” I lower my mouth over his length, taking him into the pocket of my cheek and stroking my tongue around the side.

He pinches one of my nipples and tugs. “Are you trying to make it up to me?” His breath is coming quick and hard now, his cock strains in my fist. He smacks my ass, then grips the cheek hard. “Trying to get out of your punishment?”

“Never,” I purr and slide my mouth over his cock again, taking him a little deeper.

“Good girl,” he growls and pushes my head down too fast. I choke and back up quickly. “Sorry,” he mutters, but pushes me again, this time gripping my hair to pull me back at the last second before I choke. It’s unbelievably hot to me. I moan around his dick, which seems to get him even more excited. He starts pushing and pulling my head faster. “Take it, Pink. Take my big angry cock. Because this erection is all for you, baby. You’ve made me hard since the day you moved in wearing those cutoff jean shorts you had on last night. And that really pissed me off.”