9. Terri's POV

Terri's POV

“Swallow it,” I commanded after filling her mouth with my seed, enjoying the piece of art in front of me.

This wasn't the first time I'd used her mouth as a cum dump, but every time I filled that smart mouth of hers, a strong sense of control overwhelmed me.

Like I was a creative, and each cum-messed-up face was my canvas.

The sound of her taking a huge gulp while looking up at me had me throbbing in my pants once more.

“You bastard!” she spat as she got up to her feet.

“You can't resist me, so conserve your energy instead of hating,” I shrugged as I cleaned up, staring down at her.

She looked even more beautiful.

“Hmph.” She grumbled as she got to her feet, holding onto my waist for support.

I handed her some tissue, which she used to wipe my cum.

“It’s a pity that’s gonna waste.”

“You really do not have any shame, huh?”

“You already know that,” I winked and was about to walk out when she grabbed my elbow.

“What’s up?”

“You ruined my uniform.”

“Oops.” I turned around and noticed that I'd really turned her outfit into a mess. “Should we go another round while we’re at it?” I asked, pointing to her shredded pants on the ground.

“Your jacket. Hand it over.”

“We have nametags. Everyone will know what’s up,” I said, then paused for a minute as I gasped in realization.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, brows creased.

“You did this intentionally, didn’t you? You wanted to wear my jacket so you could parade me as your mate?”

“You’re not making any sense,” she said, but I knew I was right.

“You scheming bitch!” I shot at her.

“Why so dumb? It was you who loosened my buttons, tore my pants, and cut the strap of my bra.”

“And it was you who decided upon this place and turned me on.” We were even, but I realized I’d fallen into a trap.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I need your jacket to cover up. And I already told everyone that I didn’t find my mate yet, so why are you making it sound like I’m obsessed with you?”

“Aren’t you? We just fucked!” I stated the facts.

“In that case, then you must be obsessed with me as well because you fucked me! Argue that!” She was starting to look irritated as she poked my chest with her index finger.

I stumbled backward, rattling the door despite her pokes having no strength in them.

“I guess I’ll give in, but you owe me another fuck,” I said as I started to unbutton my jacket.

“No, I don’t. This is all your fault.” She took a jab at me, and I paused, looking at her with a snicker.

“Well then, you can walk out of here and explain to the teachers why you look like a slut on school premises.”

“Fuck you!” she spat.

“Beg me.”

“Ughhh,” she groaned in frustration, pulling at her hair.

“I called you here to get what I wanted, which is a video to humiliate that fat bitch, and you took advantage of it and fucked me. That’s rare, you know.”

“Rape?” I scoffed. “You wanted it too.”

“No, I didn’t… at least not at first, but that’s not the main issue here.”

“What’s the main issue? I’m afraid I missed it.”

“I need your sweater, and you owe me that video. Or else I’ll tell everyone about all the shit you’ve done and make sure you get punished for it—even if I lose my life.”

“Whoa, whoa,” I took off my jacket and shoved it in her face. “Why so serious? I was just kidding, alright?”

“Bitch,” she spat as she put it on. “It’s not my size!” She looked like she was about to cry.

And I would have laughed if I didn’t know she had reached her limit.

“Well, it’s not my fault.” I threw up my hands. “I’m at least a foot taller.”

She grumbled some words under her breath that I couldn’t be bothered to make sense of.

“Why do you hate Zia so much anyway?” I asked and noticed her pause for a minute.

I guess I could finally get an answer to this question that’s been bugging me since I got involved with Joyce.

At first, I thought it was jealousy—Zia had joined the pack with her dad three years ago looking like a Victoria’s Secret model.

Joyce had an aggressive crush on me, just like every other female who wanted to be around me. But Zia was so captivating that I was drawn to her charm.

So I ignored everyone else and followed her around, only to realize that all she had was the overripe exterior. Deep down, she was still a child—sheltered all her life.

“She’s just a bitch, and I hate her.”

“Why?”

“Oh, you really wanna know?” she raised her voice, not caring whether she could be heard or not.

“Yup. I wouldn’t be asking otherwise.” I leaned on the wall and watched as she sat on the closed toilet.

No doubt she’d feel the warmth of my ass on there. The thought printed an image in my mind that made me smile.

“Then what the fuck are you smiling at? Do you love that bitch?”

“Love?” I chuckled like I’d heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Women were for fucking. I couldn’t care about feelings unless they hindered me from getting pussy. That’s why I maintained such a long friendship with Zia.

It all started with me wanting to have a taste of the most beautiful girl—until she gained all that weight and turned ugly and insecure.

Then I just had no choice but to remain by her side. Otherwise, I’d be the bad guy.

“It’s her who’s in love with me. You know I don’t do love.”

“Then who are you thinking of?”

“Zia, but she wasn’t exactly on my mind. I just remembered the time I fucked her, that’s all.” Why was this bitch making things difficult?

“But you never think of me like that. She’s gained so much weight. She’s ugly. Why is she still on your mind?!” Joyce was getting hysterical.

“Wait, calm down?” I placed my palms on her shoulders to keep her hands by her side so she didn’t hurt herself. “Are you in love with me?” I asked as I stared into her eyes.

For the first time since we’d been in here, Joyce avoided eye contact.

“In love with you, my ass!” She cursed, shoved me aside, and unlocked the door from the inside.

“You definitely are. But you know you’re not my type, right?” I couldn’t help but feel gratified as I pocketed my hands and stared at her through her reflection in the mirror.

“I couldn’t be bothered about what your type is,” she said before lowering her head and turning on the tap.

“Oh really?” I thought for a moment and shrugged.

Maybe she just had her ego hurt because I was always with Zia—although in secret.

After all, we both fucked around and accepted each other like that. There’s no way she loved me, right?

“Okay then, I’m leaving for class.” I glanced at my watch before pocketing my hands and heading towards the door.

The day felt a lot more satisfactory—until she reminded me.

“Your secrets are in my hands, so you better make that video immediately, or I might expose them.”

“You really are daring to threaten an alpha,” I scoffed at her before walking out of the bathroom.