Page 6 of Surprise Mother Pucker

Leaning over her, I’d quickly paid for her drinks, then glared at the tall, dim-witted alpha who was watching her from a distance, sending a clear message.

Mine.

At least, for now.

Bantering with Kennedy was harder than usual. Maybe it was because I was having to glare at other men who dared come near without her realizing. Or the loud, thumping music making it difficult to hear each other.

There was no denying that I was affecting her. Every time I got close, her pupils dilated and her scent intensified.

How would she smell when I made her come?

The noise was no issue when Kennedy pulled me onto the dance floor, and I wasn’t going to miss the chance to feel every inch of her fuck-me curves pressed against my body.

Pulling her close, I plastered her body to mine, my hands cupping her ass as she whimpered.

That sound shouldn’t have been so damn sexy, but that alone was enough to make me hard enough to break rock.

As we slowly gyrated on each other, I let one of my hands explore, the other never leaving her body. She felt amazing in my hands, and I had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

Kennedy was going to be in my bed that night, I resolved.

I was going to go insane if I didn’t get to feel her pussy.

My lips trailed across her neck, gently nipping at the skin. I was pulling out all the alpha tactics. I wasn’t above using our natures to bag her.

After a song or two, her hands also started to explore, under my shirt, feeling my abs. I knew I had a good body. Years of hockey practice and training had done that for me. I had also been informed just how nice my body was by many, many women over the years.

Kennedy bit her lip, looking up at me. “Is there anywhere a little quieter we can go?” she asked, her tone making it clear she wanted more than a little quiet.

Smirking, I leaned down and spoke directly into her ear. “Your place or mine, sweetness?”

Her perfume exploded around us, and I didn’t miss several alphas nearby inhaling. Fuck, she was so potent and sweet, they could probably smell her, despite all the sweaty bodies grinding all over each other on the dance floor.

We needed to get out of there before I acted like a mindless horny alpha and did something very public to claim this lush little omega.

“My place is near,” she said.

That’s all I needed to know. Slipping my hand in hers, I dragged her out of the club.

The cab ride only took a few minutes, and after she texted her friend to let her know where she was going, our hands were back on each other.

“Do you have a roommate?” I asked.

She grinned at me. “I’m in a single. No one to bother us, unless you count the grumpy RA who will complain if we are too loud.”

Sexier words had never been spoken. “And are you loud?”

“Depends…” she whispered, nipping at my neck, making me moan as I palmed her chest.

“On?” I asked, my voice rough.

“How good you are.” She smiled up at me.

The challenge sang to my alpha, and I was going to prove to her just how skilled I was.

I was going to make her scream.

We made it into her dorm room in a flurry of movements. We were so busy groping and tugging at each other’s clothing that I was surprised we even made it inside.

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