“Are you… scenting me?” I ask indignantly.
A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. “Is that my shirt?” he asks casually, nodding.
I drop my hands like they’re on fire. “No!”
His face turns smug. “That’s definitely my shirt,” he points out.
Insufferable alpha.
I sniff. “Is it? I didn’t realize,” I say coolly. “Do you want it back?”
I really don’t want to let go of it, but I want to prod at him, something driving me to push this alpha and see what happens. My hands grip the bottom and I pull it up, revealing my bare skin. Luc makes a strangled noise, his large hands suddenly gripping mine, and I inhale sharply through the fabric.
He eases the shirt back down, and I blink at him as his face comes into view. His green eyes glitter at me.
“As much as I would have liked to see that play out,” he grits. “I like you wearing my shirt.”
My throat closes, and a little flutter tingles in my midriff. “You do?” I ask unsteadily around the lump in my throat.
The heat from his hands sinks into mine. He hasn’t let go yet. “I do.”
We watch each other.
“Fuck, you’re overbearing,” I breathe.
He grins at me. “Brat.”
I shouldn’t shiver at the nickname –I hate that fucking nickname– but I do.
My afternoon with Bastien comes back to me, and I wonder how it would feel to have Luc running his hands over me. His large palms squeezing my breasts, sliding beneath my shorts to cup me. My belly clenches, and I sway into him as he inhales sharply.
“Your scent, Ava,” he mutters harshly.
“I…,” my nose meets his chest, and I can’t help but breathe him in. “I feel…”
My words come out a little garbled. Luc’s hand sneaks past me and up to my hair. Gathering it in his fist, he gently tugs me back until I’m staring at his face, the light pull on my hair going straight to my cunt. I whimper, and he curses.
“Ava,” he says darkly. “You’re not ready for the kinds of games I like to play, sweetheart.”
“Don’t tell me what I can do,” I choke out, and he laughs.
“Do you want to try?” he asks me. Dipping his face to my exposed neck, he nips me with his teeth. Stars scatter in my vision as my thighs clench, and he has to hold me to him or let me drop to the floor.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grits out as his hand slips downwards. “Are you wet for me, Ava?”
His words force through the haze in my vision, and I stare up at him, my eyes wide. When I nod, he curses again and sweeps me up into his arms, stalking into my room and kicking the newly repaired door shut behind him.
He moves over to the bed and I cringe, instinctively flinching away. “Luc…”
Luc puts me down, sliding me against his body and making me twitch. His hand moves back into my hair, and I bite my lip. I don’t want him to know how much I love it. I get the feeling he’ll never let me forget it.
“If we’re doing this,” he says, his words quiet but forceful, “then I want you in a bed, brat. So you need to decide what’s more pressing to you right now.” He thrusts his hardness against me as he says it, and I grind against him with a whimper.
“What’s it going to be?” he whispers in my ear. “Can I play with your pretty pussy, or are you going to let some ridiculous law stop you from coming all over my fingers?”
His hand slides down the back of my shorts and he cups me from behind. My vision short circuits at the feel of his fingers tracing my slit.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he groans. “Damned stubborn omega.”
