"I know what you're doing," she said, her voice dropping to that husky tone that made me want to pin her against the nearest wall. Usually, I didn’t fight the urge. "You're trying to distract me from the fact that we need to finish our routine."
"Is it working?" I grinned, trailing my fingers up her spine.
She shivered under my touch, eyes darkening. "Maybe."
I bent down, my lips brushing against her ear. "Maybe isn't no."
Her scent intensified; that intoxicating perfume that was uniquely Tessa filling the space around us. My own Alpha scent plumed. Our flavors mixed in a mind-bending way. My nostrils flared, lashes fluttering, and body hardening in response to the way her chemistry melded to mine. The gym warmed around us, my mesh shorts and slick shirt suddenly felt too constricting.
Tessa gave a little hop, and I automatically put my hands beneath her ass to help lift. She wrapped her legs around my waist; hands remaining knit together at the back of my neck.
"Dixon," she whispered, fingers threading through my hair.She was going to give in. I knew she would. Tessa couldn’t resist me. My cock pushed against the thin shorts. Fucking her was far better than lifting weights.
Of course, Tessa had that way of surprising me…
Suddenly, her expression became mischievous, any hint of sexiness chased away.
“I told you, no more trying to get into my pants while we’re in the gym. I take this seriously!” She darted her head forward, lowering to clamp her mouth around my shoulder. She bit ferociously.
I yelped, nearly dropping her as her teeth sank into the muscle. "Fuck, Tessa!"
“That’s what you want, but I’m saying we have to wait to work up that kind of sweat.” Her voice nearly dissolved into laughter. She was infectious. A disease I’d die for any day of the damn week.
She leaned away from my body, crossing her arms. I kept her elevated easily, letting her do her thing. Even supported against my body, legs locked around my waist, she looked like she was standing tall and giving me hell. Our Omega was turning into a tyrant.And I fucking loved it.
“Biting is only allowed in the bedroom,” I admonished, though there was zero irritation in my tone. Just amusement. And biting outside the bedroom… depended on the location and my frame of mind.
She grinned wickedly and slapped my chest playfully. “Put me down, you horny oaf.”
After I lowered her to the ground, she shimmied a little, fixing the waist of her leggings.
I glanced at my shoulder, seeing the angry teeth marks. It throbbed a little. “Hurts like a bitch,” I said with a half-cocked smile.
"You’ll live,” she shrugged, expression smug. “Besides, that's what you get for trying to derail arm day with your ridiculous charm.” She lifted an eyebrow, then turned away, putting her hands on her hips authoritatively. “Now, what’s next? I feel like I could wrestle a gorilla.”
“You’re getting so damn cocky,” I told her affectionately.
“I mean, a gorilla can’t be much different from you.” She looked over her shoulder. “Large. Hairy. Too strong for its own good.”
“I’m too strong for your good,” I bantered back.
“I mean,” she paused, half-turning to look back at me, “there is something about getting tossed around a room like you weigh nothing. Makes a girl feel very demure, very cutesy.”
“Well, Miss ‘I can wrestle a gorilla’ and I like to bite, payback’s a bitch. It’s skull crushers next.” I crossed my arms, biceps bulging, waiting for the inevitable reaction. She groaned.
“Dammit, not those.” Her blue eyes narrowed.
“Killer for the triceps,” I reminded her, probably for the tenth time.
“Triceps, biceps, cordyceps,” she mumbled in irritation, turning away again.
“Two of those are muscle groups. Pretty sure that last one’s a fungus.”
“You’re a fungus.” She stuck out her tongue. I ignored her.
“Triceps, group of muscles here,” I moved closer to her, pressing my hands to the backs of her upper arms. I slid them up and down slowly, loving the way her entire body vibrated in response. “Long head. Lateral head. Medial head. Three of them, all bundled here.”
“Three heads, huh?” She rotated to face me. I kept my palms close enough to graze over her as she shifted. “Why do I need to toughen up three heads, when I’ve already got four that get super hard withsoooolittle effort.”
