13. No Good

And the last one so far. Hope you like it so far. 

Raiden’s pov

Shit. 

I stormed off in anger, leaving my best friend, little mouse, and Suzie behind. It probably looked like some temper tantrum to them, and I didn’t care right now.

Yesterday night messed with my head. I had been so desperate to prove to Zev that he was wrong, that I had sex when I wasn’t even in the mood.

This was the first time in my life that I had made myself have sex. I felt dirty and weird.

After Lisa entered my room, we began kissing each other, but I just wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t like she sucked at kissing; it simply lacked passion. Mostly on my part.

It had never bothered me before, but suddenly it didn’t feel enough. I barely knew Lisa, and I had fucked girls whose personalities I didn’t really like before. But yesterday, I needed more than just lust.

I tried to compensate by focusing on her pleasure. Sex doesn’t feel right unless I make a woman cum first. It’s not just that I feel like it’s the right thing to do; it’s usually a big turn-on as well. It makes me feel proud knowing I am the person making this woman feel this good.

Usually I try to make the girls who come here crazy, teasing them a bit before giving them an orgasm they’ll remember. But this time was different.

Lisa didn’t stop talking, even during.

My head was between her legs, doing everything I normally do, but I couldn’t focus, because of her annoying voice.

“O, Raiden, Goddess, that’s it. That’s the spot. Oh, you’re so good at this. Goddess!”

Sadly, my arms weren’t long enough to cover her mouth because I wanted to shut her up so badly. Instead, I pulled out all the stops, doing everything in my power to make her cum as fast as I could just so I didn't have to hear her anymore. 

The whole shebang. Fingers, tongue, and some light nipple play, and soon she was shuddering around my head.

Yet my dick was still limp as shit. A damn noodle.

“Let me return the favor…” Lisa said seductively. Well, she was trying to be seductive, but the more I heard her voice, the less I found anything about this situation seductive.

Atalanta came to mind. I wasn’t into her, even though Zev was somehow convinced I was.

I had been feeding her, yes, but I had also been teasing her and calling her names. That’s not something a man does when he likes a girl.

Shit. It's something a little boy does when he likes a girl. Goddess, I am a childish idiot.

Lisa’s hand was now around my dick, and I closed my eyes, pretending she was anyone else than the person in front of me.

“O, you’re so big. You’re dick is so hard. I can’t wait.“ I stopped Lisa from talking by kissing her.

Thankfully, I was able to focus more when she shut up, and as long as we were kissing, she was quiet. It also helped that I couldn’t see her face since I kept my eyes closed while kissing her.

As soon as my dick got hard, I pushed Lisa to the bed. Her face in the cushion, her ass in the air. I didn’t want to see her face or hear her voice.

Goddess, I’m a dick.

I fucked her as hard as she let me. until she came again. But there was nothing happening on my end, and I was done. I felt nasty. It felt wrong.

Every thrust was harder, and she arched her back even further, making me take her even deeper. Normally, I would have loved this, but it wasn’t right. She wasn’t right.

Everything I did felt wrong, and for the first time in my life, I faked an orgasm. Thankfully, I was wearing a condom, so she couldn’t really tell. I just wanted it to be over.

Once she left the room, all I wanted was to go to sleep and forget about it, but then Zev entered the room.

Why did I let my best friend get under my skin like this? I scoffed at my thoughts; it wasn’t Zev that got to me. This whole mess started when our little mouse came here.

It had only been a few days! How could someone like her make me lose my cool like that? I didn't know anything about her. Her pack was unknown; she barely had friends here besides Suzie. Even if you're a new student, you usually know at least a few people who go here. Our pack interacts with other packs frequently, and I know most of the kids from other packs. I might not be friends with all of them, but there are very few of the alpha heirs that I haven't met at least once. The same goes for future Lunas and betas. 

Those who aren't firstborns of their alphas, like Atalanta, are excluded from most of these events. 

Could that be why she's such a loner?

Maybe I just liked the fact that she didn’t throw herself at me, like the rest? No… I’ve always appreciated a woman who knew what she wanted. I love a confident woman who isn’t shy about what she likes.

Someone like Lisa would have normally made me hard with ease. Even if she talked too much.

I needed to distance myself from her and this whole situation. Especially if my instincts were right. If Zev really does like her, I can’t mess this up for him. Atalanta is the first girl he ever liked, and after everything he went through, I can’t ruin something before it even starts.

What if she’s his mate?

Maybe he’ll stop with his idiotic plan and actually accept his mate. Zev could never become like his dad. Zev is the kindest person I know. Not even losing his mate could make Zev as psycho as his dad.

For my own sanity, I need to believe that being able to do something as evil as what Zev’s father did was always inside of him. An event can’t make you evil. Some are born with those seeds of evil already inside of them. Something as horrible as losing your mate, especially the way Zev’s mom died, does change you, but not like that. I need to believe that it can’t turn you from a good dad into a raging lunatic.

Whatever the reason for his dad’s change, after what happened to Zev, I can’t do anything to betray his trust.

So that’s why I walked away from the cafeteria just now, because how could I tell them the truth? Big Alpha Heir Raiden couldn’t even get it up unless he fantasized about another woman.

Besides, what did it matter?

It was just a stupid infatuation, and I would get over it soon enough. Next month was our birthday, so I would definitely get over my crush by then. Whatever our little mouse is to me, she’s definitely not my mate.

My pack needs a strong Luna, and Atalanta is the exact opposite of that. She’s nothing like my mother or the other strong women I knew. She tries to hide, while a Luna is supposed to be the center of attention. The Luna is the mother of the pack, the only one who can control the alpha and make him see another side.

Our little mouse would never stand up to me. Atalanta can’t even form a coherent sentence without panicking, let alone hold entire speeches in front of the whole pack. There are over a hundred thousand wolves living in our pack, and we will be leading them all.

After pacing in the hallway for a few minutes, gathering my thoughts, I grabbed my bags and books for the next class.

I had made up my mind. No more hassling, Atalanta. Maybe I should also stop buying her food.

But what would she eat then? Would she be eating enough?

Ugh! It wasn’t my damn business what the mouse would eat!

I shook my head in anger before hitting my locker hard. I heard a squeal, and I saw the little mouse flinch. Of course she was here right now. I can’t get away from her!

I marched towards her, and her eyes widened in panic. Is she scared of me? Of course, she is. She’s scared of everything!

I got even closer, my face inches from hers. Her eyes flicked to my lips and then back up to my eyes, before going completely down to the floor.

I studied her face up close. Those big lips look incredibly soft. She has a cute button nose. Her face has some freckles, covering her cheeks and nose. She is really pale, though. The bags under her eyes are looking a bit better, but she still looks tired as hell.

Yet, despite that, I could see her beauty. Even now, she is gorgeous.  

After feeling the urge to smell her, I went even closer, with my face near her neck. She willingly bent her head to the side to give me more access. Did she realize what she had just done?

Baring your neck is a sign of submission. Our neck is sacred; it’s the place where we are marked. It’s where we’re most vulnerable.

Like a dog showing his belly.

Who made our little mouse this way? Who had turned her into this woman who always made herself small? Who would bare her neck so easily? Did she bare her neck because it was me, or would she do this for anyone?

No. Nope. I don’t care.

I took one whiff of her scent: lavender, some citrus fruit, fear, and arousal. Her scent alone made my dick harden in seconds. I felt the need to show her what kind of affect she had on me, but I held back from pushing myself forward.

“Never bare your neck to someone, little Mouse. You might become a Luna someday, and a Luna bows to no man but her alpha.” I said, before moving her hair out of the way and placing a soft peck on the nape of her neck.

I moved back to see her staring at me in confusion, “I am sorry.” She said in a tiny voice.

I sighed, annoyed with her apology. Why was she so weak?! Either get angry at me or show me you feel something in return.

After backing away from her, I shook my head. “You should be. You’re no good.” For me. She’s no good for me, but I didn’t say those last two words because that would be saying something out loud that I didn’t want to admit to her. She couldn't know the effect she had on me.

Atalanta’s eyes widened like a freaking deer caught in headlights, and she ran away as fast as her short legs allowed her.