“I didn’t—ah—know it affected you like that,” I breathe, delirious with pleasure. I let out a huff of laughter, delighted at his admission.
“Bullshit you don’t,” he growls, burying his mouth in my cleavage. “You’ve done it for a year. Always with these fucking little outfits.”
“You’ve liked me that long?” I gasp, running my hands through his short blonde hair. I tug on the strands hard, and he groans into my chest.
“I had hoped you were mine since the first day you started here,” he admits. “I wanted it to be you since you first said hello.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head at his admission.
A year.
He’s wanted me for a year.
Since we met.
All those times he showed me cat pictures, walked me to my car, and listened to me prattle on about the rescue…
He’s had feelings for me since then.
“I haven’t thought about anyone since you,” he continues. He moves the hair from my shoulders to reach my mating gland and nuzzles it. I gasp as he scent marks me, his aroma mixing with mine.
Marking me as his.
Ryland and Rowan will smell it. They’ll know their pack leader laid claim to me.
My pussy throbs, wetness spilling into my panties, and Travis groans against my throat.
“Can’t even come without thinking about you,” he confesses. “I’m always hard around you, always thinking about those perfect tits and that tight ass.”
“Oh mygod,” I gasp, drunk on his words. “Travis?—”
He kisses me again, and I wrap my arms around his neck while he assaults my mouth. He sucks on my lip, and I nip at him.
“You’re perfect,” he hisses. “Fucking perfect.”
That’s a lie, but now is not the time to argue.
Not when I’m dangerously close to an orgasm.
It’s never happened this quickly before, but Travis is about to send me over the edge.
I thrust against him again, moving my hips against his hardness.
“I can smell you,” he adds in between kisses. “Can smell how close you are.”
I whine in response.
“Fuck, I didn’t think it could be like this,” he hisses. “I want to give you everything. Want to make youfeeleverything.”
“Make me come, Alpha,” I whisper, and something inside him snaps. Reaching past me, he opens the back door to my car.
“Lay down,” he commands, and I raise an eyebrow in shock and wicked delight.
“Now? Here?” I pant.
“Your car is clean,” he says. “I know you.”
He does.
