Chapter 10 #2
I lean in, close enough to brush a snowflake off her cheek with my knuckles. Close enough to taste the tension between us.
“You’re shaking,” I whisper.
“And you’re not?” Her voice catches.
“I’m not the one pinned against a door, gorgeous.”
She exhales, lips parting just enough to make me ache.
Her breath stutters. My hand drifts to her jaw, thumb skimming the edge of her lip.
Her fingers twitch like she’s fighting herself, and I press in a little closer, just to feel her lose that fight.
“Jasper,” she breathes, and the way she says my name wrecks me.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” I say, giving her one last out. “Tell me to walk away, and I will.”
“I’m not going to do that.”
That’s all I need.
I close the distance and take her mouth with mine.
The second our lips touch, the rest of the world disappears.
There’s only her taste, sweet and heady and undeniably Anita.
The small, desperate sound she makes in the back of her throat spears straight through me, sharp and hot.
Her body melts against mine, hands clutching at my shirt like she’s afraid I’ll vanish.
I cradle her face, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She opens for me instantly, her tongue brushing mine, and control becomes a fragile thread I’m barely hanging on to.
This isn’t slow. It’s not careful.
It’s a goddamn claiming.
I kiss her like I’ve been starved, like she’s the first thing I’ve ever wanted and the only thing I’ll never get enough of.
Her hands roam over my chest, my shoulders, into my hair, and then she yanks me closer, demanding more like she’s just as gone as I am.
I press her back against the door, pinning her there with my body, and she moans into my mouth.
That sound. Fuck, those noises she makes.
My hand glides from her cheek to her throat, feeling the wild beat of her pulse under my palm. Then lower, skimming the edge of her breast through the layers between us.
She arches into the touch, and I break the kiss to trail my mouth down her jaw, down the soft curve of her throat, until I find the place where her pulse thrums.
“Jasper,” she gasps, and now her hands are everywhere, tangled in my hair, gripping my shoulders, dragging down my back like she needs something to hold on to before she falls.
I bite gently at her throat, then soothe the spot with my tongue.
She makes this desperate, breathless sound, half gasp, half moan, that snaps whatever control I was clinging to.
Fuck.
I grip her thighs and lift her in one smooth, instinctive motion. She lets out a soft, startled cry that ends in a laugh as her legs wrap around my waist like they belong there.
She does belong there.
Her arms loop around my shoulders, pulling me closer, and suddenly we’re pressed together, full-body contact, her soft, needy heat grinding against the thick ridge of my cock through my jeans. It’s a jolt to my system, and we both groan at the contact.
Her breath fans hot against my cheek as I kiss her again, rougher this time, pouring everything into it—hunger, frustration, the dangerous ache that’s been building since the second I laid eyes on her.
I pin her more firmly against the door. One arm wraps beneath her ass, holding her up, while the other tangles in her hair and tips her head back.
She starts to move against me, rolling her hips just slightly, testing the friction, and she shivers in my arms as her body seeks more. A low growl rumbles in my chest, and I have to break the kiss before I fuck her right here against the damn door.
We’re both breathing hard, foreheads resting together. Her legs are still locked around my hips, her fingers buried in my hair, and she looks completely wrecked in the best fucking way.
“That escalated fast,” she breathes.
I bark out a laugh, rough and low. “You complaining?”
“Not even a little bit.”
We’re still pressed together, her chest rising fast against mine, her heat pulsing against my cock like a fucking drug.
“We should stop,” I manage to say, even though the words taste like poison.
“Probably.”
Neither of us moves.
I kiss her again, slower this time but no less intense. I let it simmer, let her feel exactly how badly I want her. She responds instantly, her body arching into mine, her nails digging into my shoulders as she kisses me back like she’s drowning.
We finally break apart, both of us shaking.
“I should go inside,” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
But I don’t let go.
Can’t. Not yet.
She slowly unwraps her legs from my waist, and I lower her carefully, making sure she’s steady before I step back.
We’re both just staring at each other, breathing hard.
“See you later, Jasper,” she says, and then she’s fumbling with her keys, pushing through the door, disappearing inside.
The door shuts, and I stand there for a long moment.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, reaching down to adjust myself. I’m so hard it’s painful.
A loud honk blares behind me, and I nearly jump out of my skin.
I spin around to see the black four-wheel drive pulled up to the curb, Mason and Dylan hanging out the windows, making exaggerated kissing sounds.
Slater is just chuckling from the driver’s seat.
“Fuck you all,” I growl, stalking toward the vehicle.
“Had to be the first one to kiss her, didn’t you?” Dylan calls out.
“Don’t start.” I yank open the back door and climb in.
“What did she taste like?” Mason turns to look at me over his shoulder from the front seat.
They’re all waiting for an answer.
“Drive,” I snap at Slater. “Don’t sit here like fucking stalkers.”
Slater puts the vehicle in gear, but they’re all still staring at me expectantly.
I lean back, dragging a hand through my hair. “She’s a goddess. I’m hard as fuck just from kissing her, and if you assholes hadn’t shown up, I’d probably still be out there.”
“Holy shit,” Mason breathes.
“I’m telling you, she’s the one for us.” I can’t hide the hunger in my voice.
“Her scent is driving me insane. It’s there, just faint, like something’s muting it.
But what I can smell? It’s perfect. She’s perfect.
I need more time with her. Need to figure out what’s going on with her scent and if she’s using some kind of blockers, but I keep thinking…
she might be my scent match. If I could just get closer, get past whatever’s going on… ”
“Then we figure it out,” Slater says, his voice like steel. “Spend more time with her. Get under whatever’s hiding that scent.”
It’s unlike him to take interest so fast, but Anita’s not just any Omega. She’s already under all our skin.
I recline in my seat, staring out the window at the town crawling by, white with snow and quiet with expectation.
But all I see is her.
I still taste her, feel the drag of her nails down my neck, hear her little gasp when I took her mouth like I owned it.
I’ll go feral if I don’t have her again.
And not just for a kiss this time.
I need all of her. Every inch. Every sound. Every fucking heartbeat.
She’s already mine.