In the Alpha’s Arms

Ring Bunny Business

Lita headed for her last class, slipping through throngs of students in the quad. She felt fully alive for the first time in a long time, still thinking over her professor’s lessons in her last two classes and mentally making a note of what to do for her homework. In a week she’d have to start a research paper in Economic theory, write a creative essay in her romantics’ class, and who knew what advanced statistics would hold.

She peered down at the building name and room number of her class once more, double checking she was on the right side of campus. Things had actually felt okay again. Maybe a little better than okay, now that she met Stace. When was the last time she had a female friend? Junior high? Lita swallowed the lump of loneliness and kept walking.

Finding the room, she slipped into one of the back rows and saved the first seat at the end of the aisle for Stace. Drawing her hair up into a ponytail, she didn’t notice the feeling of two eyes on her skin as the class filled with people. The professor struggled to get the input on the projector correct and Lita arranged all her note-taking tools neatly on her workspace.

As if completely on cue, Stace slid into her saved seat, exactly five minutes late. “Alright, so what’s your name? I realized you never said it and I wasn’t smart enough to swipe it off your schedule. I’m always happy to meet a fellow enthusiast…”

Lita smiled, already electrified by Stace’s amiable nature, “Lita. Enthusiast of what, exactly? Math?” Stace laughed and then looked around sheepishly, knowing she was drawing too much attention. She visibly relaxed to see the professor still struggling with the projection equipment.

“C’mon you know,” she wiggled her brows playfully, “A ring-the-bell-bunny? A rope-hopper?”

Lita’s blank face made Stace giggle. “A bedspread? A bag bitch? A towel topper? A—”

“Ooooh okay okay, I get it,” Lita laughed and shook her head, “Are there a lot of bunnies at the gym?”

“No, we’re the last. I’ve only been in the lifestyle for a few months and Jaz has only been with the pack for a couple of years.” Lita noticed that strange wolf language again, but she brushed it off. People could be as weird as they wanted, as long as they were nice to her.

“You came at the perfect time,” Stace insisted, “Not too much competition. Easy-going men who aren’t sleazeballs. They’ll ease you into it. The bigger circuits are a lot dicier than here. But we haven’t been back to the main circuit for a while. And the last time I was there, I wasn’t a bunny.” Lita didn’t miss the way her eyes went sad. Alex had said her kind had dried up a few months ago. Everybody who came to the gym for James. That name sliced through her heart again, and she winced.

Stace cleared her throat. “We’ll be first-timers together this year.” Stace shrugged, forcing a smile that didn’t make it to her eyes. “Anyway, you, me and Jaz makes three. So, the pickings are solid as long as you’re not greedy. There’s really nothing like all that aggression in the ring. And then you get to go home and tap that too. Or if you’re like me, you’ll get riled up in the ring itself.” Her face told Lita she was having a flashback.

“You fight?”

my technique for a while but this past year… let’s just say I’m on plan B of my life, so I figure,

understanding completely what it was like to be on plan B when plan A

smiling and the two dimples on her right cheek were so adorable, Lita couldn’t help but find her extremely attractive. Tall, athletic, with pleasant features and

to stare. Plus, Alex’s boring brown buzz-cut could never.

screen so class would start any minute. Lita looked back at Stace. Those kinds of girls never talked to her in high school, but this was college. High school Lita could

the devices. She thought about mentioning the TA to Lita, but

in bed too, my gosh. Gimme your number real quick and I’ll text you the

glare at them and before Stace could say anything, Lita’s anger surged and snapped, “Why don’t you shhh, nosey, before I tell the professor you’ve got a vape

brows and looked at the vape clenched under the desk. The woman’s face tightened, pinching hideously before she turned back around with a huff. Stace smacked Lita’s shoulder, “Okay, see that spunk is exactly what I need in a

like I

you want me to keep an eye out? Isn’t that like poaching… your turf?” Lita couldn’t help but blush. She wasn’t a virgin, but damn if she didn’t know people could be so free with their sexuality. It was kind of empowering. Brian had never given more than he’d taken and there hadn’t been room to have a conversation about it, either. Lita hadn’t

don’t start drama, you can share too. But I think it’s adorable that you asked. I was like you when I first got into the life,” she nodded sadly, her eyes glazing a little. “But

Stace continued, “there’s Mark, a featherweight. He’s cute. Agile as fuck, if you know what I mean. More than what

a serious contender for a few years at least, still perfecting his ground game. And there’s Brody, a welterweight. Good for oral, but that’s about it because he’s against sex before marriage. I know, I know, oral is definitely sex, but who am I to deprive myself when the man himself doesn’t think so? Any if maybe the right person could catch his eye and open that box

me if you sleep with my brother,” she made a disgusted face, “He’s in the light heavyweight class and he’s supposed to be fighting locally this weekend, if you’re down to come. He’s great and everyone thinks he’ll win the title this year. But I’m his sister, so I’m biased. Anyway, and then there’s Alpha, well Cole is his name, but he’s not really with the program, you know? So, I wouldn’t even

the program?” Lita kept saying his

now… is the best time to

He’s kind of a

her quick glance backwards