Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
HAYES
I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but part of me wonders if this is a test. Liv is pressed against me, lips brushing over my skin every time she rubs herself against the crook in my neck.
“God, Hayes,” she rasps.
Based on everything Sawyer shared, she has no idea what those words do to me, and it takes every ounce of my control to keep from pinning her against the wall.
My cock strains against my jeans, and it’s a miracle she hasn’t slotted herself against me.
Otherwise, she’d know exactly what she’s doing to me.
I’m not sure I trust this woman to control herself.
She’s pushing my limits, and I don’t want us to end up somewhere she isn’t ready for yet.
Temptation has never been more demanding.
Her nails drag over the base of my scalp.
Fuck. Me.
I groan, muscles vibrating with restraint, but the clueless omega closes what little distance was between us with a breathy sigh. Her tits smash against my chest, and her belly presses against my erection.
She gasps, tugging on my hair. “Oh my god, it’s so big.”
“Liv,” I rasp, clenching my fists.
“Does it hurt?” Her hand drifts down my body, sliding to the top of my pants.
With a growl, I grab her wrist, holding it in place so she can’t grab my dick. “That’s a bad idea.”
Much to my dismay and relief, she pulls away from my neck, looking at me with wide eyes and tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyebrows raise after a moment. “You want to knot me, don’t you?”
Fuck, omega, you have no idea.
Suddenly, I have her pressed against the wall.
A delighted gasp tumbles past her lips, and I hook a hand under one thigh and pull.
She jumps with me, wrapping her legs around my torso.
I pin her wrists above her head, inadvertently arching her back.
Her breasts strain against her top as she sucks in a breath.
“Alpha,” she purrs.
Fuck me, if she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she’s a danger to everyone in this pack. Maybe she doesn’t understand that every touch, every time she marks me with her scent, brings me closer to a rut. I have no idea how we’re going to pull off pretending this situation is temporary.
Liv rocks against me, a little smirk pulling at those plush lips and a seductive gleam in her eyes that I doubt she realizes is there. This omega is sexy as hell.
“Vixen,” I warn, sliding my hand down to her ass to try and keep her in place, but she only takes that as an invitation, rolling her hips into my body, finding the friction she wants. My cock throbs in response to her writhing.
“Don’t you want to mark me with your scent?” she asks, a touch of vulnerability in the question that lodges in my chest.
She has no fucking idea what I want to do to her. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she rasps, arching her back.
No, this tempting omega wants much more than to be marked, but she’s never taken a knot before . . . and according to Sawyer, she’s a virgin. I can’t be the one to have her first. She needs someone gentle for her first time.
“Please,” she says, pressing her pussy against me and grinding.
There’s no reason to go to her neck—I could choose another place—but the selfish part of me wants to feel how fast her heart is beating.
Gripping her ass, I shift her higher up my torso and the wall, releasing her wrists and burying my hand in her hair, tipping her head to the side and exposing the soft column of her throat.
Heavy breaths burst out of her lips, and I haven’t even marked her yet.
Bet she’d sound like an angel riding my knot.
Clenching my jaw, I force that thought aside and move my lips to her neck, kissing her hammering pulse before breathing in.
Honey and vanilla invade my senses, burrow into my skin, and drag a moan from my throat.
She rocks against me, fingers threading through my hair, keeping my face pinned against her throat.
I rub my scent over her, flicking my tongue out and tasting her with a deep, rumbling purr.
“Hayes,” she gasps. “God, you smell divine.”
Breathing her in again, I keep her pinned against the wall and writhing against me as I drown in her scent. My lips find her throat, suckling her skin and earning a moan that goes straight to my cock.
“Yesssss,” my omega hisses. “You do want to knot me, don’t you? I can feel you.” She presses into me, humming in approval.
Fuck, my omega likes my cock. Kissing up her throat, I taste every inch of her skin before capturing her lips, stealing the air from her lungs and damning us both.
She immediately submits, softening in my hold, letting me take control.
Her tongue glides over mine, and even her mouth tastes sweet like honey.
Another, deeper rumble sounds in my chest.
“Liv,” I growl against her lips. Her words are lost in my kiss, and I shift the hand splayed under her ass, the tips of my fingers brushing against the damp material of her slacks.
So much slick. So ready for a knot. Fuck, she’d feel so good.
I move them a little farther up, groaning at how wet she is. She bucks into the touch.
“Touch me,” she begs.
Fucking hell. Who am I to deny her? I undo her pants with a flick of my wrist and slip my hand over her skin, down the soft curls that are wet with the evidence of her arousal.
My purr is so loud, it sounds like a jet plane as I slide my finger inside her, a ragged groan ripping out of my throat.
Fuck. Soft. Warm. Tight. “Omega,” I rasp against her lips, pumping my finger and swirling my thumb over her clit.
She moans and rolls her hips into my touch, pussy soaking my hand.
That sweet slick has her body more than ready to take my knot. A shudder runs through me.
“I think . . .” she says, gasping. “I think I want your kn—”
I smother that last word with my hand, grinding my teeth as I finger her, trembling with restraint.
“Don’t. Say. That.” She has no idea what kind of fire she’s playing with.
The space around us falls away until all I can see and feel is Liv.
How responsive she is. How pretty she’d be filled with my cum.
My cock hurts. The base of it feels particularly painful without being inside her.
I crook my fingers and press down on her clit. She screams into my palm, her cum and slick practically dripping from my hand. All that fucking pleasure. It’s all. Fucking. Mine. My eyes stray to her throat, teeth aching. To mark this omega. Make her mine while I take her virginity.
Fuck. What the fuck am I saying?
This is Sawyer’s friend. She’s a virgin. I move my palm from her mouth and slide my finger out of her. The way she whines in protest sends another shudder through me. My muscles tighten. Shit, shit, shit. I’m in dangerous territory.
“Hayes, please,” Olivia begs.
I stumble away from her, even though every instinct screams for me to knot her.
To take her right here on the garage floor.
My chocolatey scent burns in my nostrils, my body craving one scent and one scent alone.
The omega’s. Sucking in a ragged breath, I steady myself and take another step, putting more space between us.
Confusion flashes across her face. “Hayes?” Olivia steps toward me.
My pulse spikes, fingers aching to grab her. Dick so fucking dry. She’s wet and warm. All that slick. She takes another step closer. Too close. “Stop,” I bark, hating the way her gaze drops and she goes unnaturally still. But I need the distance. Her scent reaches for me, and I groan.
Fucking heaven. She smells like heaven.
Shit. I need space. Striding out of the garage, I inhale. Fresh air gut punches me. I bowl over, slapping my hands to my knees and breathing in, resisting every carnal urge. Every filthy desire. I breathe in again. And again and again until my head clears of the lust haze. That was too close.
Straightening, I glance at the garage and curse. Sawyer would have been pissed if I rutted Liv. The omega is still standing where I left her, fingers twined together and face pinched in confusion and touches of hurt.
There’s no fucking way I can go back in the garage. Not with the scent of her pleasure filling the space. “Hey, Liv?”
Her head snaps up.
“Come here,” I bark, but this time it’s softer, not as harsh of a demand. The sway of her hips sends my thoughts right back where they shouldn’t be. I force my gaze away, focusing on her eyes.
Yeah, I hurt her feelings.
She stops before me. “I’m so sorry.”
That apology stings. I hook my finger under her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “You have nothing to apologize for, vixen.”
“You clearly didn’t like—”
“Trust me, I fucking loved having your body pressed against mine, but I was two seconds away from rutting you, and you deserve more for your first time.” Her mouth makes the shape of an O, and I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “But trust me, I fucking loved how much you wanted me.”
“Biologically speaking, ruts are how our species made it this far. We’re practically forced to reproduce.”
“Are you talking nerdy to me, vixen?” Biologically speaking, I shouldn’t have this strong of a reaction until she’s near her heat, but her scent is so powerful. Sawyer said she recently went off scent control. That must have something to do with it.
Her lips twitch. “Oh, um. Yes.”
A grin pulls at my mouth, and I smooth my thumb over her lip again. “I like that brain of yours.” She sucks on my thumb. “Fuck, omega.” I grunt, extracting my finger before we end up right where we left off. “You can’t do that.”
“I wanted to taste me on your skin.”
Fuck. Me. It’s like she’s trying to kill me. “I think you should go.”
She scrunches her eyebrows together and studies my face. “Dilated pupils, flushed cheeks. Earlier, you were growling.” She tips her head. “What did your cock feel like when you wanted to rut me?”
“Jesus Christ," I mutter, stepping away. “I’m begging you to walk away, vixen. Please.” The desperation in my tone must hit her because she sucks in a quick breath. If she was experienced, if she was mine, I wouldn’t think twice. She was ready, willing. But at the moment, she’s not mine.
“Crap. I’m sorry,” she says quickly.
“It’s fine. But please.” I gesture toward her vehicle. “Before I lose all sense of propriety and knot that tight pussy on the front lawn.”
“Public play,” she murmurs, eyes hooding. “I watched a video with that.”
She watches porn? Fucking hell. “Liv.”
“Right. Going.” She turns and heads into the garage.
I’m about to tell her that’s the wrong way, but she rushes into the house, returning moments later with her notebook clutched to her chest. She shoots me a shy grin.
“Uh, sorry about the mauling. Thank you for the orgasm.” She hops in her car, and I watch her drive away, fists clenched to keep from running after her.
When she turns the corner, I shake my head.
Thank you for the orgasm?
Chuckling to myself, I walk toward the house, ready for an ice-cold shower. That omega is dangerous, but I can’t wait to see her again.