Oh God. It makes me perfume, and he huffs out a breath.
“Fuck’s sake,” he says, shutting my door and rounding the front of the vehicle.
I think I may have broken Bram Nilsen, and I don’t think I ever want him to be put back together.
CHAPTER 16
It smells like peaches and sunshine and the hot little redhead wants my knot.
My knuckles grip the wheel with such a vise I’m worried I’m going to crack the fucking thing.
So much for slow and for courting.
But at the end of the day, I’m just a man, and my need to claim Sloane has been weighing heavily on me. I’m not sure if it was the introduction of Ethan or something else. All I know is it’s taking every single ounce of effort to not pick her up and sit her on my cock right now.
I don’t glance over at her, because I know if I do, I’ll just give in. What the fuck has she done to me? I consider myself rather controlled, but Sloane makes me want to throw everything I know out the window.
Sharing? A pack? Those things weren't ever things I considered. But for Sloane? I’m willing to abandon everything.
Maybe I need this sexual connection to prove what I already know, that she’s mine.
One day I’m going to sink my teeth into her and mark her as mine. Hell, I’ll mark up the Beta too, if that’s what they both want. Not that it would be a hardship on my end. I can easilyunderstand her affections toward him, and maybe one day I could see myself feeling the same.
Friendship is fine for now. Sloane is my main priority. If the Beta sticks, then we can go from there.
“Bra—”
“No,” I reply sharply, keeping my gaze on the road. “No talking. No fucking anything until I get you to my house,” I reply.
It makes her perfume even more, and I scrub a hand down my face.
“Fuck me,” I mumble.
“That’s the plan,” Sloane whispers under her breath, and I have to bite my tongue to not laugh or chastise her for not listening.
I push the button, my garage door raises, and I pull inside. The moment the ignition is off, Sloane is climbing over the console and propping herself on my lap.
My hand wraps around her delicate throat, enough to let her know I’m in charge. As much as Sloane may run most of my life, right now she needs to be the one who listens.
“Do you like breaking rules?” I ask her, and she licks her lips.
Her scent is thick and tempting. But I refuse to give in to her whims completely.
My thumb trails down the tendon of her neck, right where I plan on marking her one day.
“Do you like consequences, Sloane?” I ask, and her breath hitches.
“What kinds of consequences?”
“I told you to sit there and no talking till we got home.”
“But we are home,” she says.
My thumb drags down her throat, and I grab a fistful of her ass, making her squirm on my lap.
“You're used to getting your way, aren’t you?” I ask her.
She bites her lips and nods as I drag her face closer to mine. Our lips are so close, just a few millimeters and we’d be kissing.
