Samuel didn’t stop thrusting while my pussy clamped down on his length. He was like a man possessed—deep in the clutches of his rut.
My bed smacked into the wall with rapid thuds and even that made me even slicker. I floated on the aftermath of the release, panting and gasping for breath. His sandalwood scent hugging me.
I scored my fingernails down his chest and he shuddered.
“Ffffu—” he cut off and his knot pulsated, but before he could lock inside me, he pulled out. Cum sprayed across my pussy in juts. He grunted, head drooping until he finished—and then he had my waist in his palm, flipping me face down with a growl.
His palm squeezed my bottom, and he made a deep rumbling sound in his chest. Purring for me. I gasped, my hips pushing back, my body begging for what my mouth couldn’t say. Samuel glided back inside my drenched pussy, stuffing me with his knot.
“Alpha,” I moaned, shoving my ass back to take every inch.
I struggledto rouse from the deep sleep I’d fallen under. My thoughts crawled as I tried to make sense of everything.
My heat lasted well into the next night, and as soon as my Omega instinct was sated, I’d passed out, too exhausted. I tried to sit up, but found myself restrained. I lay bundled tight in a towel, while he was wrapped around me. My lavender soap reached my nose, and I registered my damp hair.
He bathed me while I’d been unconscious.
I wiggled within the cage of his arms and he grunted, flexing his arms around me. My heat came at me without warning and so suddenly and now as my adrenaline calmed, the reality of what this meant filled me with a mix of dread and euphoria.
If I let myself lay here, I’d never crawl out of his arms. I pushed at his bare chest with more force and managed to wiggle out from under his arm. As soon as I was free, the throb between my legs and one at my throat pulsated.
I touched the tender spot and a flash of a memory flickered.
He claimed me?
He claimed me.
Panic choked my throat.
Samuel groaned and rolled to clasp my leg. “Good morning, bunny.” He still had his eyes closed, his face nestled into my much-too-small bed. A tender emotion swelled in my chest.
“This will be the last time we’re together,” I blurted. Not sounding convincing even tomyself.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up. The way his hair stuck up was terribly sexy.
“You’re my Scent Match.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I insisted. Everything would be okay despite what my thundering pulse said. His mark would disappear in a few weeks—as long as I didn’t claim him back.
I clasped my hands together. Trying not to melt at the sleepy look softening his features. He shook his head.
“Doesn’t change anything?”
I forced myself to meet his glare and it took more effort than I wanted to admit to myself.
“You’re not leaving me.”
“Yes, I am, I have a job lined up and?—”
He scoffed. “Already?”
“Ray is helping me get?—”
“Ray?” he spat.
I did something severely wrong by bringing up a guy’s name. Holding my breath, I waited for his next move. He stood slowly, keeping his focus intensely on me.
“What are you doing?” I switched on the lamp at my bedside, scooting to sit up as he slowly strode around the bed. I licked my lips, not looking away from his abs. Every inch of his bare body was so beautiful. Heat burned my face. He disappeared into the bathroom without shutting the door. The shower turned on.
