Heartless Angels

Chapter 63 – Oakley

Chapter 63 – Oakley

I’m out.

out. F ucking hell! I’m not pis sed at Cassie. She did what she needed to do to stay in the rounds. I’d give her a hug in

congratulations if I was able to move my arms right now. I can’t even use them to sit up and Cassie helps me up.

No, I’m upset with myself. Why hadn’t I been paying better attention to my surroundings and to what my b*dy was doing? How many times had my father literally beat that into me in the sparring ring at home? It’s my own da mn fault and I’m sure I’m

going to be beating myself up for it for a while.

My arms are numb from the weight that Cassie put on them, though I can tell that the feeling is starting to come back from the pins and needles feeling. Ray’s face is full of sympathy, knowing that I’m likely beating myself up. He holds out his arms and I just walk into them. I’m not able to really control my arms the best quite yet, so I just let him hug me.

“You did great, baby girl,” he whispers in my ear.

“I lost, Ray. How’s that good?” I ask. By this point, I’ve gotten back enough feeling and use of my arms that I can hug him

I back. I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face in his chest.

“You made it to the third round. There’s only three more matches in the whole thing and you’re still in the top ten. Yeah, you didn’t do as well as you wanted to, but you still did well compared to everyone else. You’ll definitely make it to the next round

and you’ll have time to move your way up the board. Don’t beat yourself up, ok? Ray nuzzles against my hair, scenting me, helping to calm me.

“Thank you, baby I needed that, I say to him, tipping my head up for a k*ss

“Any time,” he responds, smiling.

We head towards the mess hall to grab some lunch. We sit with all of my friends, only two of which are still in the running:

Cassie and Jerr y. Harry was knocked out by the number nine seed, Charlie. He’s awake now and sitting with us at the table, but

he’s not really talking. He hasn’t tried to talk to me either, but I think that he sees that it’s not the time. I’m not really in the proper headspace. We’ll talk again later. We’ll figure this out then.

“Are you ok?” Cassie asks me lowly.

I give her a small smile. “Not really. Kind of pis sed at myself, but I’m proud of you. You did amazing. Great job!”

Her smile is similar to mine. She’s proud of herself, but not the way that it came about. “Thanks. It sucks how it happened,

but thanks.”

I squeeze one of her shoulders. “You did good.”

Her smile stays just as sad as it was. It’s obvious that she isn’t happy about what happened at all. But it is what it is. She won, fair and square. And I don’t want her to feel guilty about it.

I look between Cassie and Jer ry. “So, Je rry is fighting Charlie, and Cassie is going against Hope?”

Jerr y nods. “Yup.”

“Do you have a strategy?” I ask them.

Cassie shrugs. “Hope’s shorter than me. Like, by a lot. Means that her reach is shorter. Just gotta stay out of her reach. Should be a fun and…exhausting fight.”

And you?” I say raising my eyebrows at Jer ry from over my glass of water.

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He looks at me quizzically. “I win Obviously.”

I just stare at him wide-eyed, while Cassie snorts, and Ray gives out a bark of laughter. Even Harry, solemn at the end of the table, gives a little chuckle.

I just shake my head in surprise and then turn back to look at Ray. He smiles lazily at me and I see his eyes dip down to look at the curve of my breasts in my shirt. I see his tongue flick out over l*ps and his eyes darken slightly.

I suddenly remember the promise that I made to him. That we could ease some of the tension between us. And with everything that just went down in the last round, I’ve got tension to burn.

I stand from the table and move out of the mess hall, looking back over my shoulder at Ray, a coy smile on my face. He knows exactly what I’m up to and quickly follows behind me.

I giggle as I hurry out the door and down the hall, trying to get as far away as I can from the mess hall before he catches me. Ray gives a happy and lust filled growl as he starts to run after me. Wolves love the chase. And it will make him f ucking me all that much more…fervent.

I send a look behind me. I know it’s only going to slow me down, but I also know that it will send his wolf into a frenzy. And It does. He’s so excited by my natural scent, the chase, and the scent of my growing arousal, that he gives a short, but loud howl. The sound of the hunt.

My arousal sp ik e s and I run on. I hear his footsteps sped up and I know that he’ll be on me soon. There’s a classroom off to the side, empty. Only used a few times so far since we’ve been here. And suddenly. I’m picked up around the waist and pulled into the room. And I know that my mate has found me.

He growls into my ear, slamming the door behind us and locking it in one quick motion. He slams me against the wall, carefully putting his hand where my head would have met the wall so as not to hurt me

“Mine!” he growls into my ear and I can feel myself flooding my panties. He takes a deep breath, scenting my arousal and growls louder. Ray rips my leggings and panties down my legs, then turns me and bends me over one of the tables, so that my as s is sticking out. I hear the zip of his pants and the movement of his clothes and then he’s inside of me. Plunging in and out of my pus sy.

I have to bite down on my hand so that I don’t scream out his name.

“You knew exactly what would happen if I chased you, didn’t you? You knew that I’d want to stake my claim on this beautiful b*dy of yours? You were begging for it, weren’t you?” he says harshly. One of his hands wraps in my hair, pulling my head back while the other wraps around my hip and begins fingering my cl it.

“Goddess, yes! I knew this was going to happen. I wanted it so bad!” I cry out.

“Then I’ll give you what you want, baby,” he moans out.

His finger on my c lit dances and moves all over, causing my pu ssy to clamp down on his co ck as an or gasm rushes out of nowhere and floods my b*dy with pleasure. I can’t help but scream, loving pressure and the bliss of him inside of me.

“Yes, baby! Cu m all over my c ock. Feels good, doesn’t it? But I’m not done with you yet.” He moans loudly. Then he grabs my hips in a grip that will most definitely bruise and has our bodies slamming into each other over and over again. Because I wasn’t done with my or ga sm before he started slamming into me like this, it pulls another one from me, wrenches it out from my depths in a way I would never have anticipated. I clamp once again onto his co ck and he gives a moan loud enough to rattle

the windows in the room.

“I’m going to cu m, Oakley. Milk my coc k. Take all of it! he cries out.

then he unloads into my pu ssy and I fall to the table, feeling like all of my bones have melted from pure pleasure.