Wolfless And Craved By Four

The last thing a girl with a mission needs is distraction...especially when that mission could ruin her life.

For years, I lived by the rule Mom drilled into me..."stay invisible."

It was supposed to be my talent.

At least, it was, then the parcel arrived.

The pictures. The note. And the truth I was never meant to see, proof the woman I called Mother might not have been mine at all.

Since then, my mission has been simple.

Get close to the Alpha's son. Use him to achieve what I came for.

And now I'm standing here in an empty classroom, caught between regret and something far more dangerous... anticipation.

I wanted to take back every decision that made me step foot in Royal Academy.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts back into place.

This wasn't supposed to get personal.

Not now, I wasn't ready.

But the problem wasn't the mission, It was the fact that I was starting to feel like I was no longer in control.

Landon Hockman, the Alpha's son and my target.

I thought I would make the first move on him, but I didn't realize I was already inside his game, and..

I can't believe I'm gonna have my tongue curled up in his chest right on my first day.

Great.

"Relax," he said lazily. "You're acting like I'm going to bite you."

My lips hadn't even touched his chest yet.

I blinked, stunned. "Can you stop being an asshole?" I snapped, sitting back with a glare.

He didn't answer immediately.

Just studied me like he was figuring out how far I'd go.

Then his eyes widened with something else. "I'm just trying to cheer you on."

"This isn't some kind of game.. I do not need your cheering." I gritted.

His face flattered for a second, but changed like he was actually enjoying getting under my skin.

"You can cooperate," he said slowly, "or I can make this harder for you." He added, sliding a hand down to the waistband of his pants.

Oh, hell no.

My eyes betrayed me, tracing the sharp, dangerous dip of his V-line.

A silent invitation to a disaster I couldn't afford.

I swallowed.

"Stop...fine! I'll do it." I groaned, tossing my head back. "Having a dick flung in my face isn't exactly how I wanted my week to go."

He raised an eyebrow and tugged his waistband just a little lower, to push me more.

"Asshole."

"What was that?" he asked.

"Nothing," I muttered. "Shut up and stop breathing on me. Your cocky air is killing my brain cells."

Yep, that's exactly how close to his face I was.

I inhaled hard, then leaned forward again, practically nose to nipple.

His chest was bare, smooth, and annoyingly perfect, with a small tattoo curved near his right pec.

My lips hovered inches away from it, my fist curled tightly.

God, I hadn't exactly built up experience dealing with boys like him.

This was already way more attention than I was prepared for.

Is this real life?

My heart pounded.

I could smell his cologne...dark, vanilla, unfairly addictive.

My eyes flicked to his abs, then lower, and I had to clench my thighs to stop reacting to things I shouldn't be reacting to.

He tilted his head, watching me.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Cat got your tongue? Or is it too busy imagining what's under my jeans?"

"I'm trying not to," I muttered.

He grinned. "Liar."

I clenched my jaw. If I kiss him, I lose. If I don't... I still lose.

I leaned in just a little more.

His body tensed, just slightly, like he was waiting and wanted it.

But then he ruined it.

"You know what?" he said suddenly, pulling his shirt over his chest again. "You took too long. My mood's gone."

"What?" I blinked.

"Guess you'll have to go down there now, baby girl."

My stomach dropped.

"Down where?" I asked, already regretting it.

He leaned back on his elbows, legs spread slightly, eyes locked on me. "You know where."

I blinked at his lap, then at his face.

Then back again.

"You're enjoying this too much."

"Well. I wouldn't say exactly..." His voice was low and deep."But... I can guide your pretty little head where it needs to go?"

My heart slammed against my ribs.

"Don't you dare."

"Then move," he whispered. "Before I do it for you."

I swallowed a huge amount of saliva, as I stared at the space between his spread legs.

My eyes locked there.

My mind? Gone.

I imagined it...thick, heavy, pulsing between his thighs.

I knew it was there, waiting... smug like its owner.

"Can I just stick to the chest?" I asked, clearing my head.

He smirked. "Too late," he turned, standing like he was ready to leave.

The hell he was.

"Wait." My hand shot out, gripping his arm.

I pulled him back before I could think better of it, my boobs squished right up against his chest.

He turned slowly, his body hit mine-warm.

Not resisting, just watching me like I was the one in trouble.

For a second, I felt his breath hitch.

Then his hands shoot out, one grabbing the desk behind me for balance.

I didn't care anymore, my fingers moved before my brain did-grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked it open, buttons popping, my heart racing.

His chest rose and fell.

Before I could overthink it, I closed the last bit of space between us, my lips brushing his skin first... then settling where I shouldn't have stayed.

His nipples.

Then I heard it, there was no mistaking it.

A deep raw growl vibrated in his throat.

And... I felt it.

My whole body reacted, fast, my panties soaked like it was begging for attention.

Why?

I squeezed my legs together, trying to hold on, but I was already wet.

Damn him.

I looked up, still licking him, tongue teasing around that tight little bud.

His eyes were squeezed shut, brows furrowed like he was holding something back.

"F-Fuck," he finally muttered, voice low and cracked.

My eyes widened.

Why did that make matters worse?

I sucked harder, slowly, my tongue focusing on its simple task.

God. This was going to haunt me later.

I glanced down at my wristwatch, still moving my mouth.

One minute more.

Why the hell does freaking sixty seconds feel like eternity?

"If you keep doing that... I would think you actually want me" he muttered, his voice low, thick.

What?

But then, I followed his gaze, down to my arm.

It was resting right on top of his bulge.

Hard.

My stomach twisted.

Shit.

I hadn't even noticed, I wasn't trying to touch him. It was a mistake.

But now... My arm was pressing right into him.

Right into it.

I jerked away. "S-sorry," I muttered.

The grin on his face only widened, dirty. "Or are you trying to tell me something?"

He leaned closer, eyes burning. "Because I don't mind, baby. I really don't. We can do it right here. The desk's already solid enough."

My throat closed, and my eyes snapped open wide.

"You don't actually expect me to do that." I whispered, voice barely steady.

But he was already reaching, ignoring what I said.

Then his hand gripped my waist, yanking me flush to him, fast, deliberate, until my body slammed into his.

Chest to chest.

Stomach to...

Oh god.

I felt it, again.

It was pressing tightly against my lower belly.

I swallowed a gasp.

Heat rushed through me in a way I refused to acknowledge.

Why the hell did my body betray me like this?

He ran his eyes all over me, "You know the drill," he said in a growl, his hand on the small of my back, fingers pressing down.

"Get back to work."

I couldn't move or think.

His chest rose beneath my palms.

My face hovered inches from his skin, lips right by that same damn nipple I'd just tasted.

"Tick tock," he hastened, lips brushing my ear.

God.. Why's he making things more difficult?

"Unless you want to switch places. Want me to put my mouth on you instead?" He teased again.

I shook my head fast, my knees buckled slightly.

I wanted to slap him for making me feel helpless.

This wasn't me.

I was so wet I could feel my pulse between my thighs.

I drew a long breath. I brought this situation upon myself.

So, I have to fix it.

One minute.

I dropped my lips again, this time slower.

I should not be learning this in real life.

My tongue flicked over his nipple, teasing it until I felt him shudder beneath my touch.

My body seemed to love his reactions, because my clit screamed louder between my thighs.

This wasn't supposed to affect me like this, but the worst part wasn't that it did.

It was that he noticed, smirking.

And when he groaned, his hand gripped my waist tighter like he was this close to snapping.

Just then...

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Time was up.

And I hated that the first thought I had wasn't relief.

It was regret.

~Nicole~

"Thank goodness," I muttered, pulling back.

Landon's expression twisted before settling into a lazy, satisfied smirk. "Not bad, newbie. Better than I expected."

That was the breaking point.

Before I could think, my hand closed around the open coca-cola can behind me.

I flicked my wrist, sending the dark liquid flying straight into his face.

The second it left my hand, I froze.

'I...shit... I'm sorry,' I stammered."

He didn't move, just dragged a slow hand through his dripping hair, his chest heaving.

The soda soaked into his shirt, making the fabric cling to every inked muscle.

He looked hot... but pissed.

And yet, watching a drop of liquid trail down his chest, made my throat dry for all the wrong reasons.

"I see what this is," he muttered. "You've got a thing for pissing me off, don't you?"

He stepped forward, I stepped back.

"I don't.."

"Shut it." He backed me toward the desk, his eyes dark. "First wine. Now Coke. What's next?"

My breath hitched.

"You're practically begging for it," he growled, "and you don't even realize it."

I dropped my gaze, my hands trembling against my thighs. "I'm sorry," I whispered, bracing for the fallout.

Instead of a shout, Landon let out a low half-growl, half-frustration.

Then, he moved forward, I moved again until my back hit the wall with a small thud.

Before I could breathe, he was there.

One hand slammed into the wall, the other caging me.

I opened my mouth to plead, but his hand locked around my waist, flushing me to himself.

My body jerked at the contact, and I squeezed my eyes shut, every nerve screaming as he leaned in.

His other hand snapped up, gripping my jaw and forcing my face to meet his.

"You know what happens to girls who throw drinks at me?" he murmured, smirking.

I blinked my eyes open "What?" I whispered.

"They make up for it," he said, his voice dropping low "Properly."

My breath caught.

Before I could find my voice, he gestured to his soaked chest. "Start there."

"Landon..." My voice was thin, unsure.

God, why did I do that?

I bit my lip, frustration stinging in my eyes.

"You can fix this," he continued, "Or I can handle it myself. But I wouldn't push me if I were you."

I sucked in a sharp breath, my thighs pressing together on instinct.

I'd heard the rumors....the classic fuck boy who got what he wanted and walked away without a second thought.

I thought I was prepared for that.

But this?

Heat crept up my neck, my skin prickling.

"Take your shirt off," he ordered, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Use it to wipe me clean."

My eyes snapped. "You're not serious."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Before I could move, his fingers caught the hem of my top, tugging it upward.

"What the..." I slapped his hand away, but he caught my wrist instantly.

"You really want to make this harder?" he asked, his voice falling into a warning. "Because I can."

"Let go of me, Landon!" I snapped.

"I already apologized. I'm not one of those girls obsessed with you. Stop this, or.."

"Or what?" he cut in. "You'll find another 'accident' to get my attention?"

My jaw tightened.

"You're unbelievable. You actually think every girl on this campus is desperate for you."

He leaned in, his lips brushing the curve of my jaw...not a kiss. "Or maybe," he murmured against my skin, "you just keep finding reasons to touch me."

My stomach twisted.

"And for someone pretending she's above it all..." His gaze dragged over me. "This? is desperate. I wouldn't even look at you if I had the choice."

Ouch.

That landed harder than it should have.

My chest tightened, a sharp, unexpected ache.

Why did that sting?

I swallowed, forcing my expression to harden even as my pride fractured.

I hate him.

He seemed to notice the shift, backing away slightly, though his eyes never left mine.

"What did I do?" I blurted out, the question escaping before I could stop it. "Why are you so mean to me?"

His brows drew together, a flicker of something crossing his face before he looked away, refusing to answer.

"I admit it," I pushed. "Every time you touched me in here... it got to me. More than I wanted. But that doesn't give you the right to talk down to me like I'm nothing."

A heavy silence stretched between us.

I watched his fist curl at his side, the knuckles white.

For a heartbeat, I thought I'd reached him, and actually expected an apology.

Instead, he let out a low, grin."You came on to me, and now you're trying to twist the narrative. How tragic," he mocked.

"If you're really sorry and aren't just trying to seduce me...then prove it."

His eyes darkened. "And if you're struggling... I'll help you."

Before I could move, his hand clamped around my wrist.

"W-what are you doing..." I tugged, panic rising in my throat.

"What? Isn't this what you want?" he whispered, his voice vibrating. "I'm just going to make you feel it."

Then he crashed his lips hard against mine suddenly.

I froze, stunned by the sheer force of him.

My hands pushed weakly against his chest, my breath trapped in my lungs as the world narrowed down to the taste of him.

It was too much.

And yet, my body betrayed me, softening against him in a way I couldn't understand.

For a second, I almost stopped fighting.

Then reality snapped back.

A muffled sound escaped me, and I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing him back.

"Fuck. What's your problem?" he snapped, his fingers grazing the faint smear of blood on his lip.

I exhaled sharply. I hated how easily he got to me

"I warned you. Stop messing with me, Landon."

"Messing with you?" He frowned, looking genuinely insulted. "God, I don't even like you."

"Oh, good. That makes two of us," I shot back.

"I don't give a shit about that. You're going to wipe me clean. Right now." His voice dropped into that low.

"Fine." I tugged my shirt halfway up, just enough to expose the curve of my stomach.

"But you're not worth the full show." I reached into my backpack, shoved a stack of napkins into his chest, "Clean yourself. Before I change my mind."

His eyes stayed locked on mine, rage, and something I couldn't read.

But for a split second, I caught it...a flicker of regret so brief I almost missed it.

"Make sure I never set eyes on you again," he finally said.

"I'll make sure of it," I promised, grabbing my bag.

I turned to go, but my eyes betrayed me.

One look down and there it was...the heavy, unmistakable ridge beneath his denim.

A silent, pulsing proof of what I'd done to him.

My thighs clenched on instinct.

"I hate you, Landon Hockman," I muttered, shoving the sensation back down where it belonged.

Fuck it.

So much for getting close to the Alpha's son.

I'd shave his head and dump the hair in the sea before I ever went near him again.

I turned the corner, grumbling under my breath. "Cocky, arrogant, nipple-brained jerk..."

I paused, my jaw tightening as the reality of the last ten minutes crashed over me.

No. I shook my head.

That isn't possible.

Was I really falling for him... even for a second?

The Goddess forbid it.

I stormed away, desperate to scrub everything from my brain.

I was so busy spiraling that I didn't even see the wall of a chest in front of me, and slammed into him hard.

My body bounced back, but before I could hit the floor, strong hands clamped around my waist, steadying me.

Shit.

I looked up, my breath hitching in my throat.

Blue hoodie. Sharp jaw. The kind of clean-cut, boy-band face that belonged on a poster, not right in front of my messy self.

His grip tightened, just for a beat.

My lips parted, but my brain had officially left the building.

Caspian Joe.

Of all the freaking people in this school to see me like this.

"Nicole?" he asked, his brows lifting in mild surprise.

He knew my name.

My heart did a full gymnastics routine before crashing into a pile of pure embarrassment.

"Uh... yeah. Hi," I snorted.

Brilliant, truly.

His hands dropped slowly, as if he'd only just realized he was still holding me. "You okay?"

"Yep. Totally," I said, nodding like a bobblehead. "Just... fighting bad life choices."

A soft grin tugged at his mouth. "You looked like you were about to punch a wall."

"More like escaping one."

He chuckled, and the sound sent an annoying, light flutter through my chest.

This was the first time I'd ever been this close...our very first actual conversation, and I looked like a disaster.

I hiccupped, smoothing my wrinkled shirt.

My hair was a wreck, and my lips probably still tasted like Landon, regret, and Coca-Cola.

Kill me. Now.

He tilted his head, his eyes searching mine. "You sure you're okay?"

"Peachy," I said, stepping back a bit too fast. "Anyway... I'll, uh, see you around."

I turned to bolt, but he didn't move.

Instead, he inhaled a slow, sharp pull of air.

My blood ran cold.

No. Don't notice.

Don't smell him on me.

His gaze shifted, dropping directly to my mouth.

It wasn't a polite look, it was heavy.

My throat tightened.

Could he see how swollen they were? Did he know exactly what I'd been doing in that classroom?

"No, Caspian. I only have eyes for you," I muttered under my breath, then nearly choked.

Did he hear that?

I spun around to leave, the embarrassment curling in my chest.

"Nicole?" He called out, freezing me to the spot.

I turned back slowly. "Yeah?"

He studied me for a long moment, a small, unreadable smile playing on his lips. "Nothing," he said softly. "Just... be careful where you're storming next time."

I nodded, my knees feeling like jelly.

I walked away fast, but I could still feel his eyes on my back.

Great. I just made the worst first impression in history on my crush.

~Nicole~

By the time I left Caspian standing there like a Calvin Klein ad dipped in concern, my panties were a disaster, my brain was fried, and my legs were moving on autopilot.

Vice Principal's office. That was the goal.

Except... I had no idea where the hell that even was.

I took a left. Or maybe a right. I couldn't think anymore. My thoughts were still sticky.

And then...I saw him.

Leaning against the lockers like a slow sin.

Black hoodie. Sharp jaw. Dark brows.

And a silver lip ring glinting under the hallway light like it wanted to be licked.

Wait...what?

My body reacted instantly. Heat coiled low in my belly, and I swear my ovaries high-fived.

What the actual hell is going on with me today? Am I... ovulating? In heat? Did someone curse me with horny girl syndrome?

He turned his head slowly, catching me staring. A crooked smirk tugged at his lip, the pierced one.

"Lost?" he asked, voice deep, calm, way too hot for a hallway.

I blinked. "Uh. Yeah. Vice Principal's office?"

He stepped closer. Lazy confidence. The kind that didn't ask for attention, it commanded it.

"Take the hallway straight, last door on your left," he said.

I nodded. I should've walked. I meant to walk.

But I was still standing there like an idiot, staring at that shiny little ring.

Lips.

Lips with metal.

Tongue. Lips. Piercing. Thoughts. Bad.

I squeezed my thighs.

Get it together, Nicole.

And then...

Boom.

Landon's face popped into my brain.

Eyebrow piercing. Smug mouth. Cocky glare.

Ew.

Nope.

Abort. Abort mission.

What the hell is wrong with me?

I shook my head. "Thanks," I said, trying to walk past.

But his voice stopped me. "You okay?"

God. Why do hot guys keep asking me that?

"Yeah. Just a weird morning."

He looked at me for a beat, eyes flicking down my body in a way that wasn't rude, just...observant. Knowing.

"Welcome to hell," he said, smirking again.

Great. More fuel for my inner chaos.

He turned, took a step like he was about to leave, then paused.

"I'll walk you," he said. "I'm heading that way anyway."

Shit.

"Uh...sure," I managed, trying not to stare at his mouth again.

We started walking.. Close.

I could smell him.

Crisp. Clean. A little pine. A little sin.

Focus.

"You new?" he asked casually.

"Is it that obvious?"

He glanced over, lip twitching. "Just a little. Also, you've got a death grip on your bag like it owes you money."

I looked down. I was definitely clenching it like a bomb was inside.

"Right," I muttered.

"Well, when guys around here keep popping up like limited-edition sin, can you blame me for holding onto the only thing that won't ruin me?"

"Or you just bumped into Landon."

My eyes shot to him.

"Wait...you know him?"

"Unfortunately," Liam said with a shrug. " Kind of."

Of course.

I snorted. "Figures. The asshole club."

He grinned. "He's not that bad. Once you get past the ego and the mouth."

I gave him a look.

"And the dickish smirk," I added.

Liam laughed, low, smooth, and unreasonably attractive.

God help me.

This school was going to ruin me.

He paused a few steps ahead.

"It's that door," he said, nodding toward the one boldly stamped V.P. in black letters.

I followed his gaze, lips parting to thank him.

But then, I made the mistake of looking down.

His hand.

Those fingers.

And....Jesus.

His nails. Short. Clean. Neatly trimmed.

Fuck.

My entire body reacted like it had just been whispered to.

Imagine those fingers teasing the seam of your panties... pressing in slow and deep... curling just right.

God.

I squeezed my thighs so tight I could've snapped a pencil.

"Thanks," I croaked, turning away like that would help.

It didn't.

Not when I could still feel him behind me.

His body heat. His eyes.

Wait.

Was he still watching me?

I risked a glance over my shoulder.

He was.

Hands still in his hoodie pocket. Leaning against the lockers again. His eyebrows raised just slightly.

That smirk, slow and deliberate, like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

My face burned.

I turned back around, ready to bolt...

"Hey," he said, voice low.

I stopped, pulse skidding.

"Yeah?"

A pause.

Then, he stepped closer.

Slow. One foot. Then another.

He didn't stop until he was close enough for me to feel his breath, to smell that mix of pine and heat and boy.

He looked down at me, eyes lazy, heavy-lidded, but sharp beneath it all. He wasn't just seeing me, he was studying me.

"Wanna know what I think?"

No. Yes. Maybe. Fuck.

I swallowed. "What?"

He leaned in slightly, lips near my ear.

"You're way too soft to survive in this school," he murmured, "But damn if I don't wanna see you try."

My breath hitched.

His eyes flicked to my lips.

He wasn't moving fast. But it felt like he could.

Like he was one half-step from kissing me, or destroying me.

My brain short-circuited. Every cell in my body screamed do not move.

But he stepped back first.

Like he'd had his fun.

Like he already knew I'd be thinking about that for the rest of the day.

"You'll need that schedule," he said, nodding toward the office door.

Then he turned and walked away..

Wait..."My voice barely came out.

I didn't know what I was asking.

Just that I needed something.

"What's your name?"

He paused. Didn't look back at first.

Then slowly, he turned his head.

"Liam," he said. Voice low..

Then he kept walking.

And I stood there... whispering it to myself like a sin I wasn't supposed to say out loud.

Liam.

Temptation in a black hoodie just flirted with me like foreplay was a handshake.

And I let it happen.

God help me.

My hand brushed the doorknob to the V.P. office, but my mind was still in the hallway.

Wrapped around his mouth.

His fingers.

That lip ring.

I groaned under my breath.

After a few moments to get it together..

I opened the door.

And her bulging eyes pierced straight through me.

"Took you long enough," she said coolly.

"Or maybe you thought I'd given up." I shot back.

Her gaze swept over me.

"I see you tinted your hair." A scoff. "How rebellious."

I tilted my head. "What? Don't you like it?"

Her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"Or are you about to tell me to cut it off?" I added.

She leaned forward, voice silk and steel.

"No, Nicole."

A pause.

A beat too long.

"If I wanted something gone..."

Her eyes narrowed.

"I'd make sure it never grew back."

She flipped open a folder.

"Now..." she said slowly, turning her eyes to the chair in the corner. "Meet your new student, Miss Winter."

The chair spun.

And when I saw who it was..

My heart dropped.

My stomach flipped.

And my mouth barely moved as I breathed out,

"Oh no."