V's Not Just for Victory - Chapter 3 Sneak Peek

Commiserating with her team in the new diner Super Grills should have brought a sense of camaraderie, but as Lena picked at a platter of dirty fries, she didn’t feel nearly as sad or defeated as the rest of them. She still buzzed with sexual gratification and her mind kept drifting to Kara, despite how she tried to stay focused on the conversation.
 

The anticipation of seeing the alpha later that night had Lena preoccupied with thoughts of what they might do alone together, but unfortunately the flush of heat that warmed her cheeks was strong enough to arouse the suspicion of her teammates.
 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Sam asked and leaned heavily into Lena’s side to grab a few of the cheesiest fries she could find. “You’re not eating your feelings like the rest of us. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were stuck on someone.”
 

Lena laughed harshly and elbowed Sam off of her with a sharp glance. “While the rest of you are wallowing I’m... strategizing.” She avoided Eve’s curious eyes as she tipped her head to the side at the statement.
 

Lena really was strategizing—just not exactly about the game tomorrow. She was planning how to set up her dorm room so that it exuded maturity, confidence and optimized her sex appeal. It would involve changing her sheets, putting on something a little naughty, and hiding anything she owned that could look embarrassing.
 

Candles were out of the question because she seemed to lose coordination around Kara and she had no desire to flambé her possessions.

“Oh yeah, so what’s the plan?” Sam asked, eager at the chance to plot the Alphas’ demise.

 

Lena didn’t bat an eye. “Subterfu--”

 

“—uck me,” Sam cut in, her gaze trained on the door with a look of exasperation. “Why are they here?”

 

Lena felt the beginnings of dread creep up her spine, and she turned in her seat just to witness Kara push through the doors with a bright, shit eating grin on her face. The rest of her team followed her, laughing and talking as Lena groaned, “Celebrating.”
 

“Of course they are, the asshats.” Sam grunted under her breath.

 

Kara looked so different outside of the competition; her golden hair was down and she wore a tight fitting short sleeved button up shirt that brought out the color of her eyes and showed off her muscled arms. It matched well with her faded, ripped jeans that left little to the imagination.

 

All of the moisture dried up in Lena’s mouth and she pressed her thighs together.
 

“Did you just moan?” Eve asked with a bit of a laugh and Lena kicked her under the table.
 

“I made a noise of discontent.” She lied, mortified that she had made any noise at all without even realizing it.
 

Before she glanced up, Lena knew that Kara’s eyes were on her and the heat within them had her heart racing. She turned back to her table and ignored the way Eve tracked Mike in the most obvious way she had ever seen.
 

“Eve, do not invite him over,” Sam blurted as Eve openly waved at the alpha to get his attention.
 

Mike grinned at her in return and made a move to come their way, but Kara intercepted the encounter by tugging him into the line so they could all order.
 

“I was just being friendly.” Eve muttered innocently, and Lena squinted back at her with a look of condescension.
 

“He’s hot!” Eve disputed and then sighed when Sam made a gagging noise.

“He’s a tool. Speaking of tools, what size do you think Kara’s is?” Sam asked with a curious glance at the other team captain. “Like, bigger or smaller than her ego? I’m betting smaller. That attitude has to be overcompensating for something.”

 

Lena almost took offense on Kara’s behalf, but then she remembered that mocking the alpha had been her hobby for the last four years. If she didn’t think of something clever to say, she would have been as well to tell her friends what she had done with Kara. 

“I try not to think of what Kara has in her pants,” Lena insisted, even as she was recalling the exact width of Kara’s cock between her thighs and how it rubbed between her pussy lips so pleasurably. She shivered with desire and tried to pass it off as a shudder of disgust.
 

Across the diner, Mike settled down in a booth and beckoned Eve over, and as Sam uttered, “oh hell no” Eve dashed off and left them to finish their fries alone.

 

“We should totally punish anyone who consorts with the enemy,” Sam huffed and craned her neck to glare at Eve, who scooted in right beside Mike and began sharing his fries. 

Lena’s laugh of agreement turned into one of nervousness as Kara moved into Eve’s vacant seat across from her.