“I’ll just wait out ‘ere!” Teddy’s voice comes from behind the door, but Ethan ignores him.
“Are you jealous, Little Bird?” he murmurs, his hands bracing my waist. This is so fucking embarrassing. I have no idea what came over me, and I just attacked Ethan for the crime of jerking off before he met me.
“Not of yourhand,” I seethe, still desperately grasping at the last dregs of anger. Better that than to admit my omega just took over and made me act like an unhinged psychopath. Because really, even if he had been having sex in here, it was before he knew me. So even if it would suck, it wouldn’t be his fault.
He arches a brow at me. “Well, that’s the only thing there’s been to be jealous of for a little over a year—the tissues in this wastebasket.” He prodsthe small bin next to his door with his foot as he grimaces. “Gross, but I was in such a hurry to get out of here and to you when I got that text from Teddy, I didn’t even think to empty out my trash.” My lips purse in indignation, but he merely pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, “Believe me, Wren, I haven’t wanted anyone else, not since I saw you over that camera feed.”
I can’t believe I let my emotions take over so easily, and let logic fly out the window.
So I do what any sane, reasonable omega would do. I double down.
“What if I don’t believe you?” I challenge, tilting my chin up. Of course I believe him, and he clearly knows that, but again, I’m embarrassed as hell, and apparently, that turns me into a brat.
“Then I’ll have tomakeyou.” There’s danger in his eyes. “Make you believe that there’s nobody else I want besides you. That there’s never going to be anyone else for me for the rest of our lives.”
My heart races as he pulls my body flush with his. His pupils are blown as he stares into my eyes, and my blood thrums in anticipation.
When he doesn’t move, I arch a brow. “Well, what are you waiting for, Bossy Bear?”
He lets out a low growl. “Brat.”
And then his mouth crashes into mine, his arms lifting me by my ass to put me on his bed.
This is it.
We tear at each other’s clothes with the kind of ferocity I’ve read about in my novels, but haven’t truly experienced yet.
Tender love making? Yep.
Playful dirty-talk? Of course.
Sleepy lust? One hundred percent.
But this? This pent-up need that hasn’t been addressed since the night he had me falling apart on his tongue in the bathroom?
This is new.
His bare skin meets mine, and I groan into his mouth, running my hands along his back.
Ethan rips away, grabbing my hands and putting them over my head. “I’m pretty sure I was supposed to prove something to you, Little Bird.” He smirks at me. “Hands to yourself. For now.”
“Make me.” I say breathlessly as his grip tightens on my wrists in the most delicious way. Ethan would never hurt me. He might tease me, and act the dominant alpha, but he only cares for me. Which is how I know I can push his buttons and not end up hurt.
“Safeword,” he says suddenly. “Red is your safeword. Yellow is slow down, green means you’re good. Okay?”
I swallow. Some of my books have safewords. “Red is stop, yellow is slow, green is good.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, then sighs, tightening his hold on my wrists even more. “I’ll have to buy you a pair of handcuffs.” He keeps one hand tight on my wrists as the other hand grabs my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth. My back arches, his tongue sending little bolts of pleasure through me. “And keep you chained to the bed.”
Fuck, did I justslick?
He switches to my other breast, drawing another moan out of me. “I’m gonna make you come so hard, the only thing anyone will be able to scent in here isyou.” He lightly drags his teeth over the stiff peak. “And you will never doubt where my loyalties lie again.”
“Fuck!” I yelp when he bites down slightly, then runs his tongue over the sting. It wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark, just to shock me.
“Color?” He demands.
“Green, so fucking green,” I groan.
