“You’re squeezing my cock so hard.” He tips his head back, giving me a glorious view of the corded muscles in his neck. “You feel fucking amazing.”
I shatter, gushing all over his dick as he fucks another orgasm out of me. Legs like spaghetti, I’m grateful that one of his hands steadies my back as the other cups my ass, keeping me close. While I’m quivering, he slows his motions, sliding in and out with a new tenderness, rendering me a boneless mess.
My breaths come in choppy bursts, practically in sync with Tae’s rising chest.
“I’m close—” before Tae can say more, the door to the outside suddenly opens. The wood slams against the wall with an aggressive thwack, letting in a gust of cool air. A strangled noise comes from the back of Tae’s throat as he comes.
We freeze, no time to react as my head turns in the direction of the intruder as he spills into me. All the warmth drains from my body, taking the safety of Tae’s scent and the moment away with it, leaving a chilling dread in its place when a familiar figure steps over the threshold…
Forcing me to confront the one person I had hoped to never see again.
NINE
Jagger
PRESENT DAY
It’s been hard to study due to all the extra attention I’ve been attracting around campus. Luckily, one of my professors agreed to meet me in the music room this evening to tutor me on last week’s lesson. The other students have been particularly distracting, bombarding me with requests for autographs and an endless string of questions, making it impossible to concentrate, so I’m grateful for the extra tuition.
Nash, although reluctant, agreed to let me attend alone. It helped that Nash discovered a leaky pipe and jumped at the chance to fix it. I don’t think I’ve seen him so happy since we moved here. Although he did insist I wear a disguise. I opted for a hat, a massive scarf to hide my neck tattoos, fake glasses that distort the shape of my eyes, and a coat that I wouldn’t be seen dead in otherwise. If anyone looked at me for too long, they might have recognized me, but at dusk, I got away with it.
I have a driver who escorts me places, so I asked him to pull up at the Tea House on the way home to see if Tae needed a ride. I tried texting him a few times but never got an answer.
When we arrived, the cafe showed no signs of life, no golf carts, bikes, or lights on inside to indicate that anyone is around.Maybe they migrated elsewhere after whatever work function they were having.
I pull out my cell phone to check the tracker app. Nash asked us to install it so that we can trace each other’s locations as a safety precaution. I frown at the screen. Tae’s cell is definitely flashing from inside the building.
He’s here somewhere.
The front door is closed, so I stroll around the side of the building, following the dot on the screen. If there are still people inside, it’s strangely quiet.
I almost tripped over my feet when I catch a hint of a scent I haven’t smelled in a long time—a freshly baked apple pie that reminds me of one my grandma used to make.
All reason seems to go out the window as I reach the back door to the Tea House. The door is unlocked, and the instant I push it open, I’m met with that sweet smell again yet stronger. Crisp apples, buttery crust, silky vanilla cream… Her scent hits me like a blast from a warm oven, making me drool and pushing my legs forward.
One step after the other, I blindly stagger into the Tea House. Entering a campus establishment when it’s closed is definitely enough to get me expelled, but right now, I don’t give a shit.
I jump when my shoulder slams into a stack of mixing bowls, knocking them over. I don’t even turn to see if I’ve caused any damage, my body freezing in place when I see… her.
Delilah Goodwin—my scent match—fucking my packmate.
A low growl tears from the back of my throat as I rip the fake glasses off my face, every primal instinct in my body rushing to the surface. An invisible force pulls me to her, and all I can think ismine, mine, mine. All fucking mine.
Tae nearly stumbles over his pants which are pooled around his ankles, quickly withdrawing from her, cum all over his hands. I don’t pay him any attention, my focus on Delilah asshe hurriedly pulls her dress down and jumps off the counter, leaving a delectable puddle behind.
“Jag?” Tae pants, hopping around as he yanks up his pants. “What’re you doing here, man?”
My hands curl into fists. “You said you were at a work thing.”
“I… uh…” Tae fumbles with his zipper, his raging hard-on still visible through his pants as he grins guiltily. “I might have lied about that…”
He grabs a paper towel to clean up the mess before washing his hands.
“Clearly.” I suck in a deep inhale through my nose, trying to quell the rage scalding my insides, but it’s useless. All I can think about is how his cock is covered withmyomega’s slick. “You’ve been withher.”
“Her name is Delilah,” Tae counters protectively, stepping forward to stand slightly in front of her, creating a barrier between us as she reaches for her discarded cardigan and pulls it back on, hugging it around herself.
He’s the one who should get out of the way. She’s mine, goddammit!
