The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

My wolf absolutely howls inside of me, telling me to do ridiculous things as she always does. Kiss him! Jump on top of him, wrap your legs around his waist, he likes that! See if you can get his pants off - he just put them on -

But I shake my head, willfully trying to ignore her, because the sensible part of me knows that Luca is right that this is not how I want this to happen.

"See?" he says, smirking at me, a little smug as he pulls himself away a little bit, pausing his hand's work to get my dress up over my hip. "I didn't think so."

"Hey!" I snarl, offended - because, I mean, I didn't make my decision yet!

Yes! My wolf shouts, encouraging me forward. Grab him! Make him kiss us again! Take the stupid dress off! Why did we let Daphne pick such a complicated dress - we should have worn something with snaps

"What?" Luca says, pausing and coming just an inch closer, teasing me now. "Come on, Ariel -let's wait until after the match - then I can actually take you to bed, a real bed -"

I want?" I ask, frowning up at him, starting to get a little pissed now if I'm being honest. Because I mean, he actually is right. The first time I do this I do want to be in a bed, and relaxed, and not worrying if someone is going to come through

why did he know that

kiss to my cheek and then to my neck - a soft, lingering one that makes my eyelids

over my skin - it's torture, and he knows it. My hands tighten against the skin of his back, my nails digging just slightly into him, and his skin shivers all

what you want," he whispers, raising his head and looking into my eyes again before pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. "And...well, I know what you can handle." He hesitates here, just for

now, a little appalled. "Luca!" I gasp, whipping my hand around and smacking him in the chest - not hard, but with a satisfying smack that lets him know that I'm mad. "Are you seriously saying that

smile and a little growl rumbles in his chest. "I know you can't handle me, Ariel," he murmurs, his voice dipping lower in a way that - god, that makes the heat in me grow more steadily. "Not yet, at least. We need to get your body used to this

genuinely angry, and shove harder against his chest, fully pissed now. "That is so rude, Luca," I snarl, lifting

my dress up more, slipping his hand beneath the hem of it and sliding his palm

eyes going wide, any

in a way that makes my head fall back, just a little, a puff of desperate