Chapter 3
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My phone buzzes on the nightstand like it’s trying to ruin the one decent morning I’ve had all week. I slap it silent, roll over, and crack one eye open. The athletics app notification is glowing at the top of the screen.
May Alpha Auction Roster Now Live – Knotlocke Academy
I swipe it open out of pure boredom and scroll. Half the baseball team is on there again, same as the last auction minus two Alphas who got hitched to their Omega last month. Then one name stops my brain dead.
Calloway, Roxie – Women’s MMA (Senior)
Roxie is auctioning herself off for one night which means the highest bidder gets her. Dinner, dancing, whatever the fuck they want. Well, depending on whatever she’s offering but these things usually end up in mates and bonds and heats. My stomach does a violent flip.
No. Absolutely fucking not.
I’m out of bed and yanking on compression shorts and a tank top before I can talk myself out of it. I need to work on my form. Yeah. That’s it. Early solo session. Totally normal. Not because the thought of some random student winning a night with her makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
The wrestling wing is dead quiet when I push through the doors. The lights are low and the mats are still cool from overnight. It’s the perfect empty gym, exactly what I need.
Until it isn’t.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Roxie is the only one here. She’s hammering the heavy bag in a black sports bra and fight shorts slung low on her hips.
Her long dark ponytail swings with every punch.
Tape wraps her knuckles, her bare feet planted wide, as her shoulders roll like she’s working out something a lot meaner than conditioning.
Black tea and warm leather slams into me so hard my knees almost buckle, her scent spiking further once she notices me.
She doesn’t stop hitting the bag. She just glances over, that permanent half-smirk already locked in place. “Reyes. You lost?”
I drop my bag by the wall and shrug, trying to look casual even though my cock is already half-hard. “Nah. Figured I’d come in early. Work on my form. Since it’s apparently ‘embarrassing for both of us.’”
She snorts, lands one last heavy combo, then turns fully toward me, sweat glistening on her collarbones. God I want to lick it. “Get on the mat.”
I don’t even hesitate. I step onto the center mat and roll my shoulders. “Yes ma’am.”
She circles me once, eyes dragging over my body like I’m a problem she’s about to solve. “Fifteen seconds. That’s all I’m giving you.”
I nod and then she races toward me. She’s faster than yesterday.
I shoot low, trying to take her legs, but she sprawls hard, her hips dropping, and suddenly I’m eating mat.
She flows over me, her knee driving into my ribs, an arm snaking around my neck.
I buck and twist, trying to reverse, but she’s already locked in.
My back hits the mat with a slap and she’s on top, her chest against mine, her forearm across my throat, her thighs pinning my hips.
Fifteen seconds. Maybe less.
Her dark eyes burn down into mine. “You’re so fucking infuriating,” she growls, her Alpha voice rumbling through me.
I grin up at her, breathless, my cock straining hard against my shorts. “Yeah? Then why are you still on top of me, Calloway?”
She stares at me for a beat, her scent spiking so hard I can taste leather and juniper on my tongue.
Then she shoves off me, stands up, and stalks toward the locker room like she’s done with my shit.
I’m still flat on my back and panting when her hand suddenly fists in the front of my tank and yanks me upright.
“You’re going to fix this,” she snaps, dragging me after her.
I stumble along, giddy and drunk on her scent, my heart hammering in my chest like I just ran line drills. “Yes ma’am.”
She hauls me through the locker room door, spins me around, and plants me flat on the long wooden bench against the wall. “You keep pissing me off and I know what you want. So today? You’re getting it.”
My back hits the wood hard and before I can say anything she’s yanking my shorts down my thighs. My cock springs free, the silver piercing catching under the horrid lighting. “Fuck—Roxie—”
She throws one thick thigh over me, straddles my hips, and sinks down in one smooth, wet glide.
My brain whites out. She’s scorching hot and so fucking tight, and the second she bottoms out her pussy locks onto my cock. Her walls constrict around me like a vice, rippling and squeezing my cock so perfectly that the piercing drags against her inner walls and I see stars.
“Oh my fucking god—fuck—Roxie—holy shit I’m gonna come—”
She rides me hard, locking me deeper inside her with every downward thrust. Her hand slams down on my throat, pinning me to the bench, her thumb pressing right over my pulse.
Slick coats the inside of my shorts with an embarrassing gush.
I dig at her arms, trying to tell her to slow down when I explode inside of her, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
Roxie doesn’t even slow down, my release slipping down to coat my balls and mix with the slick in my underwear, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles.
“Don’t get fucking used to this,” she growls, her voice wrecked. “I just needed a good hard fuck.”
“Fuck fuck fuck—your pussy—Jesus Christ it’s locking me—I’m gonna come again— shit, Roxie please—”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for, this whole moment perfectly filthy and something I know she’s going to tell me not to speak of again.
Roxie leans in closer, her ponytail brushing my chest. I take my chance and pull it, loving the way she lets out a small growl of pleasure.
The rumble runs down my spine as her lock squeezes me tighter.
“Oh my fucking god, slow down,—fuck—your lock—holy shit—Roxie—”
She rides me through it, her hand tight on my throat, until I come with a broken shout, my hips jerking up into her, my cock pulsing hard inside the impossible grip.
She lets me fill her, another burst of slick filling my underwear as I sag back against the wood.
Roxie rips her braid from my grip, the anger in her eyes only growing before her pussy loosens around me.
She stands up on steady legs, my cum and her slick shining on her thighs. She yanks her shorts back into place like nothing happened, looks down at me sprawled and wrecked on the bench, and says one thing before she walks out:
“See you tonight.”
The door swings shut behind her, leaving me staring at the ceiling tiles, my cock still twitching and brain completely offline.
My scent is all over the locker room and hers is all over me.
I can still feel the ghost of her hand on my throat and the way her pussy locked me down like she owned every inch of me.
I’m going to win her.
Whatever it costs. Every last cent in my trust fund. Every favor I can call in. I don’t care.
Roxie Calloway is getting auctioned tonight, and the only person who’s taking her home is me.
I drag a hand down my face, laugh once and mutter to the empty locker room:
“Fuck. I’m so screwed.”
I sit up a little and groan as the slick and cum in my underwear shifts, completely drenching through my shorts. Before focusing on the auction, though, I need to find a change of clothes.