“You’ve got a little something…”
“Oh, where?” Why is my voice so husky?
He grabs the back of my neck and guides me down to him, and only when he gets close does his tongue dart out and lap at the side of my jaw.
I inhale sharply, my thighs clenching around his hips.
“Eli,” I pant.
“Fuck,” he hisses into my mouth. “We can’t do this here.”
He pulls away, and, for a second, I’m dazed. I lean forward, chasing him, but he simply steps back and cleans the spoon and bowl. I slide off the counter, slick has soaked my underwear, my scent is thick and strong in the air around us. There is a tugging need in my lower stomach that has me shifting restlessly, but he is perfectly composed.
I whine.
He turns.
Okay, maybe he’s not composed. Maybe he’s hanging by a thread.
He grabs my wrist and drags me outside, locking the door behind him.
“Eli,” I moan and bounce into his chest, staring up at him. His hands slide down over my ass and squeeze.
“We can’t do this here,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Alpha,” I whine.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he pants against my lips. “But, oh, what a wonderful way to die.”
I lick the seam of his lips, moaning at the taste of him.
Everything is tight, coiled, like I’m going to explode. I need it; I need him.
“Come on,” he whispers and tugs me to a massive SUV. He gets me in and kisses me again before pulling away and getting in the driver’s seat.
He drives us out of town and to a spot that is only known to locals. It’s up the other end of the cove where few people come because of all the rocks. I can see the lighthouse and the stars, the ocean lapping. I can hear it all, but it’s all so far away.
“We need to talk, Sofia.”
I shake my head, unclipping my seatbelt and climbing across into his lap.
“Oh, shit,” he hisses.
“Need you now, Alpha.”
“Sofia, what did you mean when you mentioned something about your suppressants?” he moans as I latch onto the side of his neck. He gasps and holds the back of my head. “Sofia, are you taking any?”
“Any?” I whisper and lick up to his earlobe, taking it between my teeth.
“Suppressants?”
“No,” I say, reaching for his hands and bringing them up to my breasts.
“Oh, God,” he moans. “We should talk about this, or something.”
“Let’s try or something.”
I crush my body to his, feeling the hard ridge of his cock, hidden just behind his pants. I grind against him.
