Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
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She’s vaguely aware that she’s making out with him in a cemetery.
It’s entirely inappropriate, but that doesn’t stop her.
Her body aches for him and her heart is vulnerable as she pours all of her emotions into her kisses, tasting him the same way she did the other night.
Only this time, she won’t need to shove him away.
She showed Cole her scars, and he didn’t run.
He’s the first one to know her story—the full story—and not turn away or judge her.
It’s also the first time she’s experienced an Alpha purr.
His chest still rumbles, even as she straddles him on the bench, her thighs on either side of his hips.
“I missed this,” he breathes against her mouth, his hands gripping her hips as she rocks down on him. “I kept imagining your taste, fuck .”
She whimpers in his hold, kissing him back fiercely until a car drives down the road, startling her out of her lust-filled haze.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she whispers, looking down at his kiss swollen lips and tangled hair. She never wants to stop running her fingers through it just to hear him make the delicious groan that sounds in his throat.
He grins up at her, and she smiles back, giddy.
He didn’t run. He didn’t judge her.
And now, she can kiss him as much as she wants for at least the next week.
She’s free.
“We shouldn’t,” he agrees, running his hands down her back. Her chest is almost in his face, and she finds it a miracle that he looks in her eyes instead of at her breasts. “No one else deserves to smell you like this. You smell like liquid sugar,” he rasps.
She gasps at his praise and shifts in his lap. “Really?”
He pulls her down by her hair until his mouth is at her ear. “That pretty cunt is leaking for me, and anyone within a mile of here can scent it.”
She moans and hears him chuckle. “I’ll drive you home, baby.”
Regretfully, she moves off his lap and grabs her purse at the edge of the bench. “I drove here, though.”
“And I walked.”
“Wait.” She turns to him, her brow furrowing. “You were taking a walk in Green Woods Cemetery?”
He shrugs and smirks. “I’ve always found them peaceful.”
He seems amused at his own words, but she can’t figure out why. And the minute he takes her hand and leads her toward her car, she stops arguing.
They barely make it into the front room of the cabin before she’s pulling off his sweatshirt and tossing it onto the couch, exposing his chest to her. She notices that the metallic scent was coming from the clothing, not Cole.
“ Oh ,” she breathes, running her hands down his muscles, strange odor forgotten. His chest is solid and firm underneath her hands, defined with impressive abdominal muscles.
He’s absolutely gorgeous.
With a groan, he lifts her into his arms, one hand underneath her legs and the other cradling her neck, and carries her upstairs.
She’s never been held like this, and she laughs in delight as he leads her down the hallway like she weighs nothing.
“Bedroom is the second door on the right,” she whispers excitedly, her heart beating with anticipation.
She wants him, badly.
“Bold of you to assume we’re going to your bedroom,” he teases. “How do I know you didn’t invite me over just to take advantage of me?”
“I did,” she grins.
But as he carries her over the threshold into her bedroom, he lets out a soft curse when they approach the bed.
“Invite me into your nest, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Let me in so I can take care of you.”
Her head spins.
No one has ever asked her that before
“Cole,” she whispers, as he places her in the pile of blankets. “Come here and touch me.”
It’s all the permission he needs. He sits on the bed and she straddles him, the outline of his thick cock hard against the crotch of her jeans.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he groans. “So fucking pretty, and all for me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
She may be on top of him, giving her the illusion of being in control, but she knows she’s helpless to him. She whimpers, slowly pulling off her sweater and letting it fall on the sheets next to them.
The cool air hits her arms, and she freezes, paralyzed with sudden fear.
She can’t move.
Cole maneuvers himself from under her in a second and pulls her close to him. He kisses her, cupping her face with both hands.
“It’s just me,” he promises her, whispering against her lips. “Just us, from now on. Right?”
She nods, shakily wrapping her arms around his neck. His scent swarms her, warm, delicious, and pure Alpha, and she opens her mouth to let his tongue in. He tastes her slowly, one hand running down her throat and to her collarbone.
She shivers, and her thighs tremble as slick drips out of her cunt, soaking her underwear.
“You can see the scars,” she whispers. She still holds on to the insecurity, even as she’s dangerously close to an orgasm.
“I see them, but I also see all of you ,” he murmurs back, pressing a kiss to her neck. She moans at the sensation, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to give him better access. “And I want every fucking inch of that body. It’s all I want to see, from now on.” He brings his mouth to her mating gland, just as he did the other night, and sucks, hard.
Her insecurities are forgotten as her cunt spasms in her panties, a ghost of release flowing through her.
“Cole, fuck —” she gasps, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling. “I…it’s too much, I need?—”
“Lay back for me, Breana. Let me take care of you.” His words are sweet, but there’s no room for arguing.
It’s an order.
Clad in her tank top and jeans, she lays her head against the pile of pillows and looks up expectantly at him, ignoring her anxiety about her exposed arms.
“Beautiful,” he growls
His scent fills the room, making her head dizzy with arousal.
Her cunt pulses as she fumbles with the button on her jeans, lifting her hips to yank them down her thighs.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she says softly. Her soaked core is on display, her white underwear ruined by her slick.
But Cole doesn’t touch her. Instead, he stares at the outline of her pussy, his pupils so wide they drown out the blue of his eyes.
“Let me take care of you,” he says. “Tell me to stop, and I will. You have my word.”
She believes him. He may be intense to the point of obsessed, but she knows he wouldn’t touch her without consent.
Would he lock her in a room and throw away the key? Maybe, but that’s Bree’s concern for another day.
All she knows is that she needs to come, and his scent is so delicious it’s intoxicating.
She nods, granting him permission, and a wicked grin spreads across his face.