All Chapters of Wolfless And Craved By Four : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Nicole~I can't believe I'm gonna have my tongue curled up in Landon Hockman’s chest right on my first day. Great."Ah… hmm… ahh…yeah, that’s the spot, princess," he growled low.My lips hadn’t even touched his chest yet.I blinked, stunned. “Can you stop being an asshole?” I snapped, sitting back with a glare.His eyes widened like he wasn’t expecting that. “I'm just trying to cheer you on”.But then… they shifted. His face changed like he was actually enjoying getting under my skin."It’s either this… or, you know…" He smirked and slid a hand down to the waistband of his pants.Oh, hell no.That Goddamn V- Line.“Stop…fine! I’ll do it.” I groaned, tossing my head back. “Having a dick flung in my face isn’t exactly how I wanted my week to go.”He raised an eyebrow and tugged his waistband just a little lower.“Asshole.”“What was that?” he asked.“Nothing,” I muttered. “Shut up and stop breathing on me. Your cocky air is killing my brain cells.”I leaned forward again, practically

~Nicole~By the time I left Caspian standing there like a Calvin Klein ad dipped in concern, my panties were a disaster, my brain was fried, and my legs were moving on autopilot.Vice Principal’s office. That was the goal.Except… I had no idea where the hell that even was.I took a left. Or maybe a right. I couldn’t think anymore. My thoughts were still sticky.And then…I saw him.Leaning against the lockers like a slow sin.Black hoodie. Sharp jaw. Dark brows.And a silver lip ring glinting under the hallway light like it wanted to be licked.Wait…what?My body reacted instantly. Heat coiled low in my belly, and I swear my ovaries high-fived.What the actual hell is going on with me today? Am I… ovulating? In heat? Did someone curse me with horny girl syndrome?He turned his head slowly, catching me staring. A crooked smirk tugged at his lip, the pierced one.“Lost?” he asked, voice deep, calm, way too hot for a hallway.I blinked. “Uh. Yeah. Vice Principal’s office?”He stepped clo

~Nicole~“So… history,” I said, trying to sound professional and not like my panties were currently glued to me from pure tension.Landon didn’t say a word. Just watched me from across the table, lounging like this was his fucking throne and I was some amusement for the day.I flipped open the textbook.“Chapter twelve,” I muttered. “European revolution.”He smirked.“Was that the one where everybody lost their heads?”I looked up.His eyes were already on my mouth.I cleared my throat. “Literally and politically, yes. Robespierre…”He cut in.“Sounds hot.”I blinked. “What?”He leaned forward, elbows on the desk.“Power-hungry. Bloody. Sharp.”His gaze dipped again.“Bet he’d have fun with you.”“Excuse me?!”Landon grinned, tongue lazily pressing into the corner of his cheek. “You’re into control. Pretend all you want…you like it when someone pushes.”“I do not…”“You do,” he said. “You’re sitting across from the guy who said he’d pin you to a desk and lick soda off your skin. And wh

~Nicole~I knew that voice.And my body knew it, too…judging by the way every nerve went on high alert.Landon.He strolled up like he owned the pavement, broad shoulders cutting through the morning air, the same cocky grin plastered on his annoyingly perfect face. His uniform blazer was hanging off one shoulder like rules didn’t apply to him.Spoiler: they didn’t.“Well, well,” Landon drawled as his gaze landed on me. It swept down my body, and stopped at my boots. “Look who the wind dragged back.”I folded my arms, glaring up at him. “Unfortunately, the wind didn’t blow you away in the process.”His grin widened. “Fiesty this early in the morning? You must’ve missed me.”I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “Like a root canal.”Liam shifted beside me, his hand brushing my arm in a subtle, grounding way. “Ease up, Landon,” he said.“Ease up?” Landon’s brows arched, and he stepped closer. “Why? She looks like she can handle it.”“I can,” I snapped. “What I can’t handle is your ego taking up

~Nicole~4:10 PM.Still no Landon.I adjusted the collar of my cardigan and glanced at the door again, trying not to look like I was waiting…but I was. The smoothie sat on the table like a peace offering. A peace pact wrapped in mango and pineapple.Landon Hockman.I needed to get close enough to finish what I started. He was the key to my revenge plan..I stirred the straw in the cup, ignoring how tight my chest felt. One tutoring session, earbuds in, letting the soft piano of Confess to You bleed into my thoughts. It was the latest OST I was obsessed with.A knock on the desk snapped me out of it.I looked up, and there he was…leaning lazily against the desk.. White shirt, jawline cut like it had beef with the gods, and that annoying perfect piercing right at the edge of his eyebrow.But something was off.His steps were slower and his jaw tighter. No smirk this time. Not like usual.He didn’t say a word, just stared at me. Long and hard. Like he wanted to drag something out o