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Chrissy thought she'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. All day she'd been foggy-headed and irritable, sweating through her favorite pink blouse before first period was even over. By the time classes ended, her legs felt like jelly and her head was full of wool, so Coach Jenkins excused her from cheer practice.
She stepped into the hallway and immediately collided with someone. While he stammered out an apology, his scent overwhelmed her, making Chrissy's head spin with the heady mix of leather and cigarettes and the deep, musky sweat of a male alpha.
Chrissy hadn't woken up on the wrong side of the bed. She'd woken up in heat.
"Oh no," she said, as her legs collapsed under her. The alpha—Eddie Munson, she remembered—grabbed her before she could fall, his strong arms holding her tightly against his solid chest. He smelled so good that Chrissy whimpered, fighting the urge to rub her face against his smoky, sweaty shirt.
"Whoa, hey, it's okay, I've got you. Can you stand up?" Chrissy nodded weakly, planting shaky legs on the floor and swaying onto her feet. "There you go," Eddie said gently, one arm still wrapped tightly around Chrissy's waist. "You're gonna walk with me, okay? Just to that room on the other side of the hall. I know you can do it, you're strong from all that cheerleading."
Chrissy giggled, her head still swimming. "Most alphas think cheerleaders are weak." Jason obviously felt that way, always lifting heavy things for her and treating her like a China doll.
Eddie laughed. "Most alphas are braindead," he said, tightening the arm around Chrissy's waist and herding her across the hall and into a dark supply closet.
Chrissy slumped against the door, closing her eyes and struggling to regain control of her breathing. She could hear Eddie pacing the narrow width of the closet, his scent growing hot and sharp with agitation.
"Do you want me to go get your boyfriend?" Eddie's voice sounded tight. "He's the basketball captain, right? Big blond alpha, attitude problem? If you don't sort yourself out soon, the whole school's going to smell you."
Chrissy whined, rubbing her thighs together. "Don't tell Jason, please. We haven't…he wants to wait until we're married." It was getting hard to breathe in the dark room, the air thick with the smell of sweat and pheromones. "I want…don't leave me alone, please, Eddie."
He inhaled sharply at the sound of his name. "Tell me you want this," he said, leaning over her and planting his arms on either side of her head. "Ask me for it. Tell me I'm not just a convenient warm body who's not waiting for marriage."
Chrissy giggled frantically. There was something building and cresting in her body, burning away any scrap of shame she had left. "I want you, Eddie," she said, reaching out to grab his shirt and pull him closer. "I need you, please, you smell so good. I feel like I'll die if I can't have you inside me."
Eddie surged forward, kissing her roughly. Chrissy moaned as she tasted pure hungry alpha, layered with the distinct sharp taste of cigarettes. His hands wandered from her waist down her thighs, dipping under the hem of her skirt. "You smell so fucking good, Jesus." He buried his face in her throat, breathing heavily as he took in her scent. "Are you on the pill?"
The pit of Chrissy's stomach dropped. "No, my mother thinks it's sinful."
Eddie didn't stop nuzzling her neck. "Guess we'll have to get creative, then." He worked one hand up her skirt, sliding between Chrissy's legs and rubbing the damp crotch of her panties until she whimpered. "Luckily I play guitar, so I'm pretty good with my hands."
He didn't remove her panties, just pushed them to the side and slipped two long, callused fingers deep inside her. Chrissy whimpered, her legs almost going out from under her again. He was so big, so much, more than she'd ever had inside her and not nearly enough.
Eddie kept his fingers still, laughing softly when he felt Chrissy rub her face against his chest. "You okay? Is it too much?"
Chrissy whined, grabbing his jacket. "It's not enough. I need more, please, Eddie." It felt like her body was made for this, made to be full of him, made to be covered in his scent.
Another finger pushed into her, the new stretch aching deliciously. Eddie shifted positions, giving himself room to pump his fingers in and out of her. Chrissy whimpered, burying her face in his shirt and taking heaving breaths of his scent. It was rough and fast and filthy, filling her up perfectly and hitting just the right spot inside her.
Pleasure was building and building from Eddie's clever fingers, pulsing like a wave, threatening to take her down with it. Chrissy cried out as she came, clenching down on Eddie's fingers and wrapping her arms and legs around him to pull him closer. She felt her body squeezing around him, trying to clamp down on his knot to keep him inside her. Eddie laughed, holding her up against the door and tucking his face against her neck.
"Don't suppose you're going to let me go?"
Chrissy's stomach flipped. Maybe she didn't have to.