Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales (2 page)

“Yeah...” I said. “You don’t have to wait for me. I can take the bus.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll wait for you.” He said.

“I told you I don’t need you to wait for me. It doesn’t matter what I say, you always do the exact opposite anyways.”

“Glad you finally figured it out.” He said adjusting his shades.

“Fine! Shut-it.” I smiled inside.

***

Later that night, I entered the study rooms in our library. I rolled my eyes when Angelo entered the room.

“Well hello there gorgeous!” he said with a wink.

“You’re not taking a psychology class, so what are you doing here?” I said to him crossing my arms, unamused. He sat next to me and plopped open the same book we used. He had borrowed it from the library.

“Well I’m taking it now.” He said with a grin as he slipped his hand again on my thigh.

“Angelo!” I shrieked, but before the sound could escape my lips, three of my study-buddies had entered the room. Surprisingly psychology major were mostly predominantly female.

“Oh hello Claire...” I could see their eyes widen and glowing. “..And Angelo.”

Of course everyone knew him. He was practically a celebrity in our school. Angelo beamed a smile. I shot daggers at him.

“Will Angelo be joining us today?” they asked sitting them down adjacent to us, assembling their books on the desk, still looking at Angelo. He had this effect on people.

“I like to stay. Learn about psychology.” He said flashing his big white teeth with that boyish sparkle in his eyes. It would be hard to not fall madly in love with him when he gave that smile. Under the table, he slid his hands over to my crotch.

“No, he won’t.” I said as I pushed his hands away. I was met with dismayed frowns.

“Well I think he should stay. He’ll make things fun.” Said one of the girls who had been twirling her hair staring at him. But she wasn’t the only one staring at him. They were all practically drooling over him.

“Fine. So what do we have to cover today?” I said trying to keep things going. Angelo slid his hand under the table again. This time stroking my inner flesh thigh with his fingertips. I admit liked it but I dare not show anything on my face. The girls never for one second took their stare away from him. He inched his finger resting dangerously near my crotch. Surely he wouldn’t. My lips tightened.

“I’ll go ahead with the reading,” said one of the girls.

“Chapter seven. The object of desire: shedding light to psychological phenomenon,” read the girl. Angelo’s fingers had trailed down to my crotch, scissoring between my panties. I almost panicked.

“Is something wrong Claire?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

“No nothing is wrong. So what about this object desire... uh... object does... uh psychology light…” I said trying to contain the air that was forming on my throat. Angelo stroked the sensitive shaft that crowned my fleshy lips.

“Claire?” she asked. I was trying my hardest not to show any pleasure from the rubbing of my center.

“Oh yes. Please continue reading. This is really interesting.” I said clenching my teeth. Moistness drenching my insides.

“Ok. The study on the hippocampus on the region of the brain suggest evidences that while our mind may experience desire, desire itself as a subject is multi-dimensional. We are what we desire. There is truth in this saying according to research…”

While she read the passage I tried my best to contain the fiery sensation that was engulfing me from the insides. While I writhed my legs, closing my center, Angelo looked as stolid as ever. He sat upright looking back at the ladies, who had no inkling of the mischief that he was doing underneath the table. He pressed on the most sensitive part. That nub. That button.

The pressure sent a hot electric shiver that coursed through my body. My toes curled. I could feel the wall of pleasure breaching.

“And what do you think of the Angelo, curious on what a guy would think?”

Their silence snapped my attention back to the room.
 
They were all glaring at Angelo. Some of the girls continued to twirl their hair. Most had their heads propped by hand on their chin. Angelo looked at them head-on. He was at an expert at this.

“Well I think desire…” he started. The three girls nodded the heads as if begging him to continue. “We choose what we desire. What is beautiful in the outside may not be beautiful in the inside. So our minds will always try to rationalize. But we do not choose this. It comes from our soul. So if you desire something you should do whatever it takes to get it. That is your passion... and ummm… and your love.” He looked at me before he finished the sentence but my eyes had darted to the corner wall.

“That was beautiful Angelo” she said. “I really like that.”

Of course she likes that. She’d like whatever comes out of his mouth. But I was being jealous. A smile formed in my mind when I realized that these girls all wanted Angelo. Every single of one of them. Their eyes practically screamed it. But it wasn’t them that he desired. He desired me. And his desire for me was now unleashing between my legs. My skin grew warm. Breathing turned to silent rasps. His finger had been penetrating me building me to a state of fulfillment.

“I like your eyes...” one of the girls said peering into him.

“Oh thank you.” He said. He was a master of this.

A single wave formed around me. Toes curled further, extending to their limit. The flood gates broke. My body shivered as I reached a crescendo. I grabbed on to the table’s edge.

“Ngghhh”

But they were all too transfixed on him to notice me. Electric bursts of splendor shot through my spine. Pulsating waves of pleasure consumed me. He was really good with that. Really good.

At the end of my climax, I found myself sitting up stiff. Gasping of completion.

“Are you sure you’re ok Claire?”

I slumped over the table. Exhausted. Waving my hand in the air. “I’m fine”

***

Crossing my arms glaring at the road, I didn’t say a single word to Angelo. I mean how could I? What if we were caught? Then I’ll never be able to show my face in class again.

“Lighten up,” he said as he elbowed me. I shot daggers at him.

“It’s not like you didn’t like it anyways.” He said returning his muscular arms to the steering wheel.

“That was stupid.” I pouted. I still can’t help feeling that those girls probably deserved him more than me.

 
“You still can’t believe we got away with that. Especially, with all those girls!” chuckling he said.

“I admit. It was
kinda
funny. And exhilarating. I mean those girls were clueless about us.” Damn it. Why did I say ‘us’? Stupid stupid stupid.

“Hmm. Yeah. That was funny.” He kept his eye on the road. “But that psychology thing was interesting. You know, that thing about desire.”

Here it comes. How he’ll let me know his thoughts of desire. I know he desired me. I’ve known that since middle school. I just don’t understand the reason why. I mean I was chubby girl. I shouldn’t be going out with someone like him.

“I don’t want to hear it.” I said looking away.

“Of course you don’t. I’ve been telling you since we were kids. But you just don’t want to listen to it. You should spend more time on your psychology book and maybe you’ll understand – how it is to desire something.” He said shaking his heavy arms on the steering wheel.

“Yeah. Well you’re just blind.” I said crossing my eyes.

“Hey! I don’t want to hear you talking like that. You’re beautiful, got that? Beautiful.”

I smiled inside. There was no shortage of being called beautiful, especially when I’m near Angelo. The only time I would hear it. I sighed. “Ok, whatever you say.”

“Speaking of which, don’t you need some more supplies to help you study for finals? I know just the solution.” He veered the car to take the exit freeway. “Snack shopping?”

He knew exactly how to cheer me up. Peeling on the grocery, like we’ve done countless times. We’d load our baskets full of snacks. Now that the
parentals
were on vacation, they’d been extra generous in funding our sprees. It was the perfect time to shop, right before the busy hour.

We could have barely fit what we had bought in the trunk.

“Dang it!” I yelped.

“What is it?” he asked in a concerned tone.

“I forget to get rocktarts. Damn.”

“Oh don’t worry about it. I’ll go run up and get them for you. I know how much you like them. Just wait here in the car.”

Almost half an hour or so passed. I grew impatient. Stepping out the car, I inhaled the crisp of air. The sun had already set and replacing it was the silhouette of a full moon.

“Hello there young lady,” said a figure that approached the car. And I thought Angelo was tall. This guy was a tall, muscular, and rough-handsome looking guy. “Hello.” I said observing how he had his palms towards me as if to signal that he was not threatening.

“What’s a cute girl like you doing here by yourself?” he said as he stepped towards me. He had a Mowak like hair. He was even bigger, wider than Angelo. He flash a smile, and I swore, his teeth seemed sharper than what they needed to be.

“Ummm... cute girl?” I said as I leaned towards the car.

He laughed and rested his weight on the car with me. “Yeah, cute, pretty girl like yourself shouldn’t be in a parking lot. Lots of creeps around here you know?” he said pointing at himself but beaming an ironic smile.

“Yeah... “ I laughed a forced laugh.

“Who are you waiting for?”
 
He said. “Boyfriend?”

“No. Ummm. Just waiting for a friend.” I said as I looked towards the grocery. Rush hour was definitely here. I saw long lines in the cashier.

“That’s code word for boyfriend right?” he said. I thought that was a rather forward statement. I blushed.

He touched me in my shoulder. “Hey a cute girl like yourself, definitely has a boyfriend; no need to hide it.”

“I do not!” I yelped. He grinned.

“Well... “ he inched closer to me, then putting his arm around me. I blushed some more. “I think a cute girl like will get snatched off the market real soon, so I’ll take my chances of being your boyfriend – is that ok?”

This guy was ballsy. I have to give him credit for that. But I thought the scenario was rather funny. It was odd. Like, it felt I stepped into another world. I was about to reply but Angelo got back with some rocktards in a brown bag.