My heart beats so loud in my chest I think it’s echoing off the walls. My omega pushes against me, and the need to shift and run is prevalent.
She wants to run headfirst into those big arms and never look back, and I think that is the most dangerous thing of all.
Luke leans in, grazing his lips over mine as a deep growl escapes him.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispers, his gaze flashing to mine. It’s then I note how they glow; like bioluminescent algae.
That glow is unmistakable. Thisthingbetween us. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
“What are you waiting for?” I taunt. “Christmas?”
His lips pull back into a grin as his tongue flecks out to lick those sharp canines once more.
“Your consent, Emily.” He says my name so poignantly, with that ridiculously hot accent and yet his voice is dark and smooth. Like caramel.
“You have been forced enough into this… situation.” His lips hover inches away from mine and I am acutely aware that I could silence him with just one movement. “As have I.”
“What about you?” I ask, swallowing harshly.
“What about me?” he whispers, his gaze settling on my mouth.
“Do I haveyourconsent?” I ask, taunting him as much as asking permission. I get the feeling that Luke needs someone who can meet him on his level. He doesn’t need a submissive omega to buckle under his pressure.
He needs a woman who can spar with him and put him in his place.
“I beg your finest pardon?” he utters, his voice shaky. His body presses closer to mine, and I settle my hand on his hip. Even beneath the fabric of his shirt, I can feel the muscles. The hard edges beneath soft skin.
“Do I have your consent?” I ask again.
Luke’s hand beside my head on the wall drops. The silence between us is as thick as his strong apple pie scent.
“Yes,” he says, though his voice is barely a whisper at this point, and something about that one word is like a severed thread.
I don’t think twice about closing the gap between us, coveting Luke’s perfect mouth with my own.
He doesn’t startle like I expect. Instead, he parts his warm, soft lips and presses his palm to my neck, his fingers finding my hair. The wolf in me awakens, pushing forth as I slide my tongue into his mouth, pulling him on top of me with my free hand. He groans, his mouth moving against mine slowly. He tastes like vinegar and fried food, but also there is a hint of sweetness there. Like cinnamon and apples underneath the spicy tang.
It’s not what I expect his kiss to be like. My entire body loosens as his free hand holds me still, his large hand heating melike a brand where he holds me. His tongue caresses mine, and he lets out a deep growl that goes straight to my groin, heating my insides like a flame. And then I feelit.
His cock pressing against me. I let out a whimper without thinking.
No one has ever kissed me like this. No alpha or beta.
I know without a doubt as the clock chimes above us, it’s because no one’s ever been Lucas Pembrooke.
My hand on his hip travels down his body, feeling the hard edges of muscle before my palm lands right over his cock. My insides twist as I feel the thickness, the outline of his knot.
Desire culminates inside of me, and he lets out a growl that is low and deep as hethrustshimself against my palm. Heat ransacks my body as I squeeze without thinking.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know what I’m doing. Kissing him. Touching him. I know where this leads.
I need to feel this man, this alpha in every way I can. I need his scent, his hardness, his bittersweetness.
I need it like I need air to breathe.
My orgasm starts to swirl as he caresses my tongue, letting his free hand on my hip roam over my jean-clad groin. His fingers slide against my heated mound, gently parting my legs and another whimper escapes me.
I open them wider, partly to ground myself, but also because I need more. I need to feel his hands all over my body, inside and out.
