The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL) Chapter 34: ALMOST CLAIMING

ASHER

"You just signed your death warrant." Reed said and the words hung in the air between us.

Reed’s breath was hot against my ear. His body pressed against mine, pinning to the tree. Every inch of him radiated heat and fury and sothing darker that made my stomach twist.

"Reed—" I tried to speak but Reed cut short.

"Shut up." His hand tightened on my jaw. "You don’t get to talk anymore. You don’t get to explain or justify or even lie. You wanted my attention? You have it. Now deal with it."

He grabbed my shirt and spun around, slamming face-first against the tree trunk.

I gasped as the bark scraped my cheek, and Reed’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" His voice ca out rough in my ear. "You wanted to see how far you could push before I snapped."

"Get off —" I say, trying to break free from his grasp but he only held tighter.

"No." Reed pressed himself against my back, and I felt it. He was hard. God, he was rock hard against .

"Feel that?" Reed’s free hand slid down my side, over my hip. "That’s what you do to . That’s what happens every ti I look at you. Every ti I sll you, and every fucking ti you open your fucking mouth and challenge ." His hand moved to my stomach, then lower.

"Reed, stop—"

"Why?" He ground against from behind, and I couldn’t stop the sound that escaped my throat. "Why stop when we both know you want this as much as I do?"

His hand found the front of my jeans, and I was fucking hard too. Fuck, I was just as hard as he was.

"See?" Reed’s laugh ca out dark and victorious. "Your body doesn’t lie, Asher. You can say you hate , you can tell to stop but this?" He pressed his palm against my erection through my jeans. "This tells the truth."

"That’s just biology—" I say but Reed cut short yet again.

"Bullshit." Reed spun around again, slamming back against the tree. His eyes were wild, and feral. "This is you wanting . This is your fucking body begging for mine." He said and then he kissed again.

This ti it wasn’t controlled or calculated. It was violent and desperate and hungry. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming and possessing, and I kissed him back.

God help , I kissed him back with the sa desperation.

Reed’s hands were everywhere. In my hair, on my throat, and grabbing my hips. He ground against , and I could feel how hard he was through both our jeans.

"Mine," Reed growled against my mouth. "You’re mine, Asher. Mine to touch,.mine to kiss, and mine to tornt."

Sothing in those words snapped back to reality. Mine to tornt.

I shoved against his chest. "I don’t belong to you."

"Yes, you do." Reed caught my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. "Everyone at that party saw claim you. Everyone knows you’re mine now."

"Claiming soone in front of a crowd doesn’t make them yours." I inford him, making sure he understood that and he bobbed his head.

"Maybe not." Reed’s free hand went to my belt. "But this will."

My eyes widened as I felt him unbuckle my belt, I heard the tallic clink as he worked it open.

"Reed, what are you—" I protested.

"What does it look like I’m doing?" His fingers found the button of my jeans. "I’m going to make you mine. Right here, right now, and with all those people watching from the trees."

Panic flooded through . "You’re insane—"

"Maybe." Reed popped the button open. "But you’re the one who drove to it."

He started working on his own belt with his free hand, still keeping my wrists pinned above my head.

This was happening, this was actually happening. Reed was going to fuck against this tree with half the Academy watching from the darkness.

"Reed, stop—"

"No." His zipper ca down. "You wanted to push ? You wanted to see what I’d do? Well, here it is, Asher. Here’s what happens when you provoke an Alpha in pre-rut."

He ground against again, and I could feel him through the open fly of his jeans. Hot and hard and ready.

"I’m going to fuck you right here, and everyone’s going to watch, and tomorrow, the entire Academy will know that you’re mine."

His hand slid into my open jeans. I gasped as his fingers wrapped around my cock, skin on skin, and he began stroking slowly and gently.

"Reed—"

"Say you’re mine." His hand started moving faster. "Say it, and maybe I’ll make this good for you."

"I’m not— I won’t—" a moan escaped my lips

"Say it." Reed’s hand tightened. "Or I’ll make this hurt."

Behind us, I could hear the whispers of students watching, I could see the glow of phone screens in the darkness.

They were recording this. They were watching Reed Jackson claim in the most primal way possible.

"Say you’re mine, Asher." Reed’s voice dropped to a whisper. "Say it, and I’ll give you everything. I’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I’ll take care of you, protect you, and own you."

"I don’t want to be owned." I told him, even if my voice was betraying .

"Liar." Reed’s hand moved faster. "Your body is begging for this. Begging for ."

He wasn’t wrong. My body was responding to every touch, every word, every promise but my mind was screaming at to fight back, to run, and to do sothing before this went too far.

Reed’s other hand released my wrists. He grabbed my hip, turning slightly so he could position himself.

This was it..This was the mont where everything changed.

"Last chance, Asher." Reed’s voice ca out rough, and desperate. "Tell to stop, and I’ll stop. Tell you want this, and I’ll make it so good you’ll forget your own na."

I opened my mouth but instead of words, I brought my knee up hard between his legs, and kneed his cock. Reed’s eyes went wide. His hands released as he doubled over with a choked gasp.

I grabbed the opportunity and I ran.

I shoved past him, stumbling as I tried to pull my jeans back up with shaking hands. Students scattered as I burst through the trees, their shocked faces blurring past .

"ASHER!" Reed’s roar tore through the woods behind but I ran faster. Away from the bonfire, away from the crowd, and away from Reed and his claims and his promises and his hands on my body.

I ran until my lungs burned, until my legs felt like they might give out, until I couldn’t hear anything but my own ragged breathing.

Then I collapsed against a tree in the darkness, my whole body shaking.

What the fuck had just happened?

Reed had tried to... he was going to—

God, he was going to fuck right there in front of everyone, and I’d almost let him.

I’d almost said yes.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Then again, and again.

Text after text flooding in, and I pulled it out with shaking hands.

Unknown: Holy shit, did Reed Jackson just try to claim Asher Graham in the woods?

Unknown: I got it on video. This is insane.

Unknown: Everyone’s losing their minds. Reed is PISSED.

Unknown: Asher Graham just kneed Reed Jackson in the balls and ran. This is the best night ever.

My phone kept buzzing.

More texts, more notifications, and my social dia exploding with ssages and tags and videos.

Videos of Reed kissing at the bonfire, videos of him dragging into the woods, and videos of what happened against that tree.

Oh God.

Everyone saw.

Everyone knew, and Reed was going to kill for it.