I noticed she hesitated for a moment before she went for the buttons of her tank top. When I stood, I settled my eyes on her, watching, not able to look away from her. There was something different about her. And it wasn't just the blond hair she now wore. It was something deeper. Something I couldn't explain.
Olivia pulled off her tank top and stood before me in nothing but her red lace bra. I swallowed hard, my gaze locking onto the way her breasts filled the bra. My wolf stirred inside me, growling low and possessive.
She reached for the zipper of her pants next, and I watched—entranced—as she pulled them down to her knees, then stepped out of them, revealing the matching red lace panties that clung to her curves.
Where I stood, I gawked at her, from her boobs filling the lace bra to her cleavages and then I moved downward to her flat stomach and then to her curves, her hips.
I swallowed hard and looked around the field, daring to see if anyone was looking at her, I swear they were signing their own death sentence. But no one dared to look at her, everyone seemed to be focused on their activities. Nudity was common among us, but somehow I wanted to be the only one to see her nakedness or perhaps my brothers too. I wished I could stop her from going naked, but it was foolish, I have to get comfortable with her going naked before everyone like we all do.
My heart thundered in my chest, louder than I'd ever admit, as Olivia slowly straightened. Her fingers hovered near the clasp of her bra. I saw her glance up and our eyes locked.
There was something daring in her eyes, something fierce, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. The moment stretched, charged with heat and tension, and then—she unhooked the clasp at her back with a subtle flick.
The red lace slid down her arms like a whisper before it dropped to the grass at her feet.
Her breasts were now bare before me, full and soft, and I struggled to breathe, my wolf growling possessively. My jaw clenched as I forced my hands to remain at my sides, the need to touch her almost unbearable. But I didn't move even though I wanted to.
Then she reached for the band of her panties.
I took a half step forward, instinctively, but stopped myself. Her fingers slid beneath the lace, and with a slow, deliberate movement, she pushed them down. The fabric glided past her hips, down her legs, and finally joined the rest of her clothes on the grass.
Her skin glowed in morning sun, flawless and smooth, her curves delicate and sexy all at once. My gaze dropped for a heartbeat to where her thighs met, her private area neatly shaven. My dick jerked, and I could feel myself getting hardened.
My wolf pushed harder against my chest, a low rumble of desire vibrating through me. I wanted her, fuck I desired her.
"Go to her, she is ours," my wolf urged, and a silly thought buzzed in my head, the thought of taking her out of this field and into my room where I would worship her body, where I would make love to her and make her scream my name.
But I shook the thought away.
This was the woman I hated. The one who broke me. I couldn't forget that.
"You gonna shift," she suddenly said, lifting her chin, "or are you just gonna stand there gawking like a virgin?"
My frown deepened, she knew I was gawking.
She saw the effect she had on me. She knew.
I looked down for a second and realized I was getting hard. Damn it. In order for her not to notice or anyone, I swiftly shifted into my brown color wolf and shook my fur.
As I stood on all fours, my brown wolf towering and proud, Olivia didn't flinch.
She eyed me and then, with a roll of her shoulders and a sharp glint in her eye, she shifted.
Her bones cracked, limbs twisted, and her soft human skin rippled into a sleek coat of rich brown fur. Her wolf was smaller than mine, leaner, but just as fierce. She growled low in her throat before lunging straight at me, fangs bared. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel~fire~net
I met her halfway, bracing myself as our bodies collided with a heavy thud, her teeth snapping close to my neck.
She was fast, no doubt about that—but reckless.
"You've forgotten everything I taught you," I taunted her through the mind link, as I spun and shoved her down with a firm paw to her side.
Her snarl echoed in my ears.
"You taught me nothing," she snapped back, her voice tinted with frustration.
She twisted under me and shoved me off with a burst of strength, her claws scraping my side. I skidded back, smirking mentally as I circled her.
"Your stance is sloppy. Feet too wide. You're too emotional."
"Shut up!" she barked.
She leapt again, her jaw aiming for my shoulder, but I sidestepped and caught her, flipping her mid-air and slamming her back against the grassy earth.
I didn't let her up this time.
My weight pressed over her, dominating. I pinned her down, our fur tangled and bodies flush. Her growl vibrated into my chest, and then she pushed me off her. I let her.
She lunged again, and this time, I let her get close. Too close. Our bodies collided again, but I didn't throw her off. I twisted, rolled, and pinned her down. Her wolf growled under mine, snapping at my face, but I held her down with my weight, muzzle pressed against her throat.
And then—she shifted.
One second, fur. The next—skin.
Her chest rose and fell, her lips parted in a sharp exhale. My paws were still pinning her shoulders down when I felt her heat. Her curves pressed against my underside. Her thighs parted slightly, and the scent of her—raw, feminine, maddening—hit me full force.
I couldn't stop myself.
My human form hovered over hers, chest to chest, hips to hips. And fuck—my cock, already hard, pressed right against her slick entrance.
A groan ripped from my throat.
Her eyes locked on mine. "Get off me."
"Too late," I growled, my hips shifting the slightest bit, grinding just enough to make her gasp.
Her back arched. Her fingers dug into the grass. "Bastard…"
"You're wet," I whispered against her ear. "Your body doesn't hate me as much as you claim."
She hissed, twisting beneath me, trying to fight the pleasure with fury, but her body betrayed her again. The friction, the way we fit… it was too much. For both of us.
I dipped my head, lips barely grazing her neck. "You've forgotten all my training. We need to start up class. I can't have a weak Luna."
She frowned. Her eyes blazed. "Get off me, Alpha Levi, and stop moaning on me."
"Because you're pressed against my cock, Olivia," I responded.
She gasped, cheeks flushing, but she didn't pull away. If anything, her hips shifted—seeking friction.
I rolled my hips once more, slowly, deliberately. Her breath hitched, a soft sound escaping her throat.
We were panting. My dick was rock hard, pressing against her slick entrance, my wolf clawing at my insides. I wanted her—right there, on the grass, in front of everyone. I didn't care.
"Levi?" Louis's voice rang out.
I twisted my head and saw him standing at the edge of the field, wide-eyed and stunned.
"What the actual fuck?" he said, blinking like he wasn't sure any of this was real.
Olivia shoved me off again—this time, harder. She scrambled for her clothes, cheeks burning, chest heaving.
I flopped back onto the grass, groaning, dragging a hand over my face.
Of all the times, why does he have to come now?