Rayne
Bailey, Sloane and I sit in the Sun Devil Stadium stands with Austin to watch the first football game of the season against Fresno State. I’m wearing a Sun Devil crop top, feeling sexy because it’s all for Wilde.
I’ve never felt sexier in my life. The guy has a boner for me 24/7 and makes sure I know exactly how hot he finds me.
My mate’s been back in Arizona for three months now. We spent the summer under our parents’ roof, playing with our new baby brother and practicing making a baby of our own. Just kidding, I’m still on the pill. College first!
We moved to Tempe when football practice started in the summer and I’ve never felt more at home.
Even though I felt more like a pack member in Wolf Ridge once I shifted, living here, with the human females who have become my very best friends feels much more like home. It’s hard to believe that we like a mini-pack.The alpha-holes from Wolf Ridge High who made our lives miserable are now our fiercest protectors and staunchest supporters. They would kill and die for us–that’s how mates are.
Cole’s out on the field, doing his usual comic showmanship, and the fans here eat it up even more than our home town did.
Bailey rolls her eyes, laughing at him.
The happiness and gratitude I feel is overwhelming.
I watch Wilde allow himself to be blocked, which is always funny, knowing he could flip that six foot, eight baller on his back without any effort if he wanted.
“Tell me they’re not going to lose this game,” Sloane groans when they let Fresno score a touchdown.
“Nah,” Austin says.
We all turn to look at him, suspiciously. In Wolf Ridge, only the team members knew whether the plan was to win or lose. But ASU isn’t coached by a shifter who knows he has players with superhuman abilities. It’s possible our three mates have decided for the team how things will go.
“What do you know?” Sloane demands.
Austin shrugs with a smirk. “Watch the game. It’s more fun that way.”
I smile, understanding perfectly. “They’re going to win.” If Austin knows something, then it’s been decided.
Sure enough, Bo makes a spectacular touchdown, followed by two from Wilde and the time runs out with the Sun Devils ahead.
We wave and cheer as all three of our men turn to face us, pointing and making heart signs with their fingers. It’s ridiculously sappy and not behavior even remotely living up to their alpha-hole reputations, but the video catches it and puts it up on the board and the crowd goes wild as the video swoops around to find us in the stands.
It’s so silly that I would find any of this magical. Our guys orchestrate the games. There’s no real sport in it. And yet the energy of all the humans in the stadium–their joy and exaltation–makes me soar. Because I’m a part of it.
I’m not on the sidelines watching everything from the outside anymore. That’s my mate out on the field. My mate pointing at me and making a heart sign with his fingers. My mate who’s going to swoop me into his arms the moment we’re together again.
Which won’t be soon enough.
Austin gets up. “I’ll see you guys back at the apartment.”
It has to suck to be Austin–the only one in the group without a mate and the only alpha-hole at ASU not playing football.
We’re left–the two humans and me. The three of us couldn’t be more different and yet we are tighter than sisters now.
We wait until most of the crowds have dissipated, then head down to where a security guard stands blocking the entrance to the lockerrooms.
He nods and stands aside when he sees us, like it’s been pre-cleared, as Cole promised us before the game.
Sloan knocks on the locker room door and it flies open and our mates strut out, freshly showered, cocky. Full of themselves and clearly rutting for their mates.
Wilde pins me against the concrete wall, his tongue delving between my lips before I’ve even finished uttering a soft, “hello.”
He hoists me up so my legs straddle his waist to make our heights more even, all without breaking the kiss. My hands tangle up in his wet hair and I rock my core against his belly.
He groans and breaks off the kiss. “I need you, Rayne-bow.”
“You have me,” I murmur.
“I mean now.” He lifts his head to look around wildly.
Sloan and Bo and Bailey and Cole appear to be having similar conversations.
Wilde carries me down the hallway, trying doors until he finds one open. It’s a janitorial closet.
I laugh softly. “Very romantic.”
Wilde freezes. “Fuck.”
“And hot,” I amend, when I realize he’s considering not fucking me in the closet. I’m not going to clam-jam myself when I’m about to get a little satisfaction. That would be crazy.
He resumes, dropping me onto my feet and spinning me around. “Hands on the wall,” he orders.
I obey, spreading my fingers on the cool painted concrete block wall and pressing my ass backward.
Wilde slaps my ass. “You look so fucking hot in this outfit.” He unbuttons my jean shorts and shoves them down my thighs. His fingers stroke between my legs. “Aw, baby. You’re already wet for me?”
He gives my ass another spank. “Was it from your spanking?”
“Mmph.” I make an unintelligible sound.
He slides a couple fingers into me, stroking as he pops my ass again, harder this time. “Hmm?”
“Wilde,” I pant. I’m already half out of my mind. Plus we’re in a janitorial closet. We should probably make this fast. “I need your cock.”
He pumps his fingers inside me and I cry out, getting way too aroused when he hits my g-spot. “You need my cock in this tight little pussy, Rayne-bow?”
“Yes, please,” I whine, growing desperate to come and wanting it to be on his cock with him.
He kicks my feet wider and pulls his fingers out. “Okay, baby. Since you asked so nicely.”
A moment later I’m in heaven, because he presses the head of his cock against my entrance and rubs.
I push back to take him inside me, too impatient to wait.
He wraps an arm around my waist, slams in hard and stays, keeping our hips glued together. “Is this what you needed, baby?”
“Yes.” I struggle to get some friction, to make him move inside me. I’m in a frenzy to get what I need.
He doesn’t move. He’s teasing me, making me wait. But I feel the tension growing between us–his desire as palpable as my own.
“Me too,” he growls and releases my hips to draw out and slam in again.
“Yes,” I urge. “Please.”
His fingers tighten on my waist and he holds me steady as he arcs in and out of me. Within moments, his breath gets rough, his strokes faster.
I reach between my legs to stroke my clit.
“You ready to come, baby?” Wilde’s voice is gravelly.
“Yes, please. Now, Wilde,” I beg.
He pounds into me harder and my eyes roll back in my head at the pleasure and intensity of it.
“Come for me, baby.”
“You first.”
His laugh is dark, but he knows what I like. I want him to stay inside me when I come, so my internal muscles can squeeze around his big cock.
He fucks me harder and faster, his movements growing jerky until he slams home win victory. “Now, baby.” He reaches around to help me with my clit and I go off, stars bursting before my eyes as my legs tremble and shake and my muscles seize to milk him of every last drop of his cum.
We stand this way, our bodies melded together, our panting breath mingling. As my brain starts to come back online, Wilde eases out and pulls up my panties and shorts, straightening me before he straightens himself.
“Now I think I can make it to their apartment,” he says. “Although I may have to take you into a closet there.”
“Agreed,” I say, turning to lift my lips to his. “Once was definitely not enough.”
“Definitely not.”
He cups my face and lowers his lips for a tender kiss.
It leaves me almost as breathless as our lovemaking.
“I love you, Rayne-bow,” he murmurs softly.
Even though it feels like things couldn’t get any better, my heart explodes, the way it does every time he does or says something sweet. Wilde tucks me under his arm and leads me out of closet.
“I love you, more,” I say as we emerge.
Wilde laughs. “Impossible, Rayne-bow. You’re my everything.”
