The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 24: Chapter 24

Grant POV
f**k. I have no idea what came over me. Sarah’s going to be pissed that I humiliated her at school like that. Hades keeps taking over, more and more often lately when it comes to Jordan and wrestling control back from him is becoming tiresome. The worst thing is my wolf doesn’t even care what problems he’s causing for me when it comes to Sarah. I mean, he doesn’t have to come to Jordan’s defense like that. We let our friend be killed for trying to rape Jordan. It was a miracle that any of the boys in that locker room survived, considering Hade’s wrath that day. He wanted to kill every single one of them, and I had to fight him to keep him from doing just that.
My bedroom door burst open. I wasn’t surprised to see Sarah standing there, her hands on her hips, her long dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her face bright red in anger.
“How could you” she shrieked, as I winced from the shrill tone in her voice “How could you humiliate me in front of the school and all my friends like that” she wailed dramatically.
My wolf growled in my mind. Tell that b***h to take a hike, or to at least shut up, she’s giving me a headache. You’re the one who caused this Hades. After what you did back at school, what did you expect was going to happen? She deserved it. The comments she made toward Jordan were just plain rude and insulting. I could have done so much worse he threatened, malice dripping from his tone I held myself back for your sake. The next time I won’t be so lenient.
Why the hell do you keep taking control? What is it about Jordan that has you so fixated on her Hades? It has to stop; do you hear me? I can’t have you behaving like this. It’s not good enough. You’re making too much trouble for me. Sarah is going to be our chosen mate, so get used to the idea, because you’re not going to change my mind by behaving like a child I snapped.
Sarah is nothing but a w***e. You’re going to regret not waiting for your real mate he snapped and when you see her, for the first time, properly, you’re going to be sorry for everything and it’s going to be far too late, you moron. Sarah is a rock in comparison to the diamond of a mate we have. One which I wish we could crush beneath our feet.
Do not speak about Sarah that way. She’s never done anything to us.
Not us, but I wish you would open your eyes and see her for her true colors. I wish you’d realize you’re just as shallow and vain as she is. Man w***e Hades hissed all you can think with is that appendage between your legs.
That’s insulting Hades.
Nonetheless, it’s true. I can’t take it anymore, I’m putting a block up again. Sleep with that tart if you want, but I want no part in it. It disgusts me to be with anyone but our mate.
Hades put the block up before I could protest any further and I swung my eyes back to Sarah who was standing in the doorway impatiently, her hands still on her hips. I grabbed her and dragged her into the room, shutting the door and locking it behind her.
“Well,” she hissed “what do you have to say for yourself” she snarled.
I rolled my eyes. “Will you quit being so dramatic? Look, I’m sorry” I snapped, exhaling and running a hand through my hair, dishevelling it “Hades took over for a minute, and by the time I got back control it was too late.”
She scoffed at me. “Yeah right, your wolf taking over. Now I’ve heard everything” she said sarcastically.
I sighed. “It’s true. It’s happening more and more lately, and it’s always when it’s something to do with your sister” I growled, “it’s bloody infuriating.”
She gasped. “You mean, you weren’t lying just then?”
I shook my head. She frowned, a thoughtful expression on her face, clearly puzzled by my wolf’s strange behavior. “What reason would Hades have for taking control like that? Especially to protect that fat b***h Jordan?”
A low growl came out of my mouth involuntarily and she blinked.
“Sorry,” I groaned, cursing Hades inwardly. For Christ’s sake, would the wolf leave me in private? He was the one who didn’t want to speak to or see Sarah.
“That was Hades wasn’t it?” she asked, speaking slowly.
“Yeah,” I admitted, “he didn’t like what you said about Jordan.”
She frowned some more. I sat on the bed and patted the space next to me. She sat, a thoughtful expression on her face.
Not wanting to talk about it anymore, I turned and mashed my lips against hers, gripping the back of her head and diving my tongue inside her mouth as she panted and moaned loudly. My hand reached underneath her shirt and cupped her breast as I pushed her onto the bed. She was wearing a short skirt and I grabbed her panties and slid them off as she kicked her heels off and let them drop to the floor.
I began to slowly finger her clit as she writhed on the bed, mewling, her hands scrabbling at my bedsheets, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a small o. I inserted a finger into her dripping-wet p***y and she bucked slightly, before letting out a breathy moan as I began to thrust it back and forth, stretching her out.
“Grant” she cried, her hips raising slightly “Oh god, please, I want you to f**k me” she begged.
I just grinned and pushed another finger inside her as she gasped, her walls clenching tightly around my fingers. I moved them back and forth slowly as she groaned and flung her head back.
“Oh god,” she chanted, her body beginning to tense as I felt myself give her a wicked grin, instinctively knowing that I was close to pushing her to the edge, renewing my efforts, my thumb gently sweeping across her clit as she writhed some
more.
“Grant” she shrieked, her body stiffening as she came, her juices dripping down my hand, her walls clenching tight as she orgasmed.
I slowly slid my fingers out of her as she groaned, and then pulled my c**k out of my pants. I flipped her skirt up and teased her by rubbing my c**k against the outside of her p***y as she scratched at my back, urging me to take her.
“You want this, don’t you” I growled.
“Yes” she begged “Please, please, just f**k me” she pleaded with no shame whatsoever.
I pushed the tip inside and groaned at how tight she was. She raised her hips and I sank into her, sliding all the way in as she flung her head back and wrapped her legs around my waist. I slid out and then slammed back in, hard as she cried out, her breasts bouncing. I grabbed one and squeezed it roughly, making her whimper.
“Who’s my little slut” I snarled.
“I am” she whimpered hiccupping “I’m your dirty little slut.”
I slapped her on the ass, leaving a bright red handprint, my c**k growing harder as I pounded in and out of her without mercy, the friction between my c**k and her walls giving me indescribable pleasure as she moaned and whimpered, her little cries turning me on and spurring me to continue f*****g her as hard as I could.
She squirted, her body shuddering, screaming my name. I gripped her hips and kept slamming away as she squealed, holding tightly to the bedsheets, my eyes feasting on her breasts as they jiggled and her eyes which were closed tightly in pleasure.
“Oh god” she whimpered “Grant, I can’t take much more” she whispered.
“Yeah, you can” I grunted, sliding out. She looked a bit shocked as I picked her up and turned her around, putting her on her hands and knees, her ass wiggling invitingly at me. She looked over her shoulder as I lined myself up again.
I slapped her ass, hard, causing her to hiss. I thrust inside, my fingers digging painfully into her hips, and began to slam in and out as she rocked her hips back and forth in time with my thrusts. God she was the best damn lay I had ever had. I reached down and began to finger her clit, furiously as she bit her lip and her arms shook from holding herself up.
“One more” I hissed, loving the power I had over her and the ability to make her c*m multiple times, against her will “One more orgasm” I demanded.
“Grant it’s too much” she sobbed, even as her body ground against me.
“You can take it” I panted, rubbing her hard as she began to stiffen “Now be a good little girl and c*m for me” I growled. I lightly began to flick her clit and she stiffened and then screamed loud, her walls clenching around my c**k as she came, her orgasm ripping through her, her arms giving way as she collapsed onto the bed, my c**k still sliding in and out of her. f**k, she was tight, and that last orgasm nearly undid me. I slid out and began to pump away, but Sarah sat up and reached over, stopping me. She opened her mouth and I hastily slid my c**k inside, groaning at the softness of her mouth and the smoothness of her tongue as she began to lick me, my body shuddering before I came in her mouth, spilling my seed down her throat as she swallowed all of it, draining me completely, before I slowly slid back out and pulled my pants back up, tucking my c**k back in securely.
“f**k” I swore, collapsing onto the bed and eyeing her sideways “Does that mean I’m forgiven?” I asked Sarah confused. She gave a short spurt of laughter. “Yeah, but don’t make a habit of humiliating me” she snapped “or I swear that we’ll be done Grant, don’t test me.”
“Okay, okay” I mumbled. Didn’t she realize that I could have any girl I wanted? She wasn’t that special. But she was smoking hot and the best-looking girl in the pack. Not to mention a great lay, I reminded myself. So maybe I shouldn’t make her too angry.
She sat up abruptly and began to put her panties and shoes back on. “Where are you going?” I asked confused. I’d kind of been hoping for another round at least. Or a shower together. Every other time she couldn’t wait to spend more time with me. She narrowed her eyes at me as she finished putting her other shoe on. “I um, have some things to take care of,” she said a little hazily “I need to check something out and organize some stuff before the ball” she added with a hint of excitement.
“Oh,” I said with a shrug “Okay, what do you need to do? Anything I can help you with?”
She came over and kissed me on the cheek. “Sorry but this is definitely something I need to take care of on my own” she drawled cryptically “But thanks so much for offering, that’s so sweet” she added, grabbing her bag and heading out the door as I watched in bemusement. Well at least she wasn’t angry, I thought with nonchalance, but I did wonder what she was up to and why she was being so secretive about it.