Page 86 of Primal

He shifts, pressing harder against me, and I feel it. The evidence of how much he’s also enjoying this stolen moment. Through the thin fabric of my leggings, I can feel how hard he is. His cock pokes me in the ass, the knowledge that I’ve pushedhim into this state makes my already lust-drunk brain swim a little bit more.

A sharp, needy cry tears from me, louder than before. I don’t have the wherewithal to be ashamed of it. Not when my body is already giving away how needy I’m feeling. My thighs are shaking. My hips grind against his stomach with a mind of their own. And I can feel it, feel myself getting slick, soaking through the fabric between us. My breath stutters in my throat, worried he’ll notice or care that it’s no doubt transferring onto his skin too.

I know the second he notices, because his growl turns into something darker, something possessive. And I come to the realization that my momentary worry was for nothing because Rennick doesn’t give a shit if the scent of my slick clings to him.

He confirms this when he mutters, “Fuck, you smell so good.” His nose is still buried in the crook of my neck, but we both know what he’s referring to, and it’s not seeping from my throat. “Sweet one…”

My inner omega whines at the praise, already craving more of it. My hips grind harder again his ridged muscles, but it’s still not giving me what I need.

Rennick notices.

He pulls away from the crook of my neck and stares at me, eyes blazing with a fiery intensity that makes my insides melt.

“Tell me what you need.” His words are a gravelly demand but not a bark. “Tell me. Whatever you need from me, it’s yours.”

He leans forward and captures my bottom lip between is teeth. It’s not enough to hurt, but the sting mixes with the pleasure, and I mewl when he licks away the hurt.

My short fingernails covered in chipped nail polish dig into the skin on his shoulders. My hips still rock, my slick, needy pussy still not getting the fiction I’m so painfully eager for. It occurs to me somewhere in the back of my mind that thisis another omega characteristic that is awakening within me. Nothing ignites untamable desire in an omega more than being near her alpha. That side of me must not have gotten the memo that he’s not really mine and doesn’t give a shit, because my instincts are going haywire, demanding that I take this further—too far.

But it might be worth the risk, right? If just his mouth moving between my kiss-swollen lips and throat can make me feel this good, then I can’t even begin to imagine the ways he could wreak havoc on my center if I did as he asked of me.

If I admitted what I wanted from him.

He pulls back with a curse, chest heaving, like stopping himself took every morsel of his restraint.

Rennick’s eyes lock on mine, bewildered and intense, as if he’s only just now realizing how far gone he is.

“I’ve never…” he starts, but the words stall, his mouth working around whatever admission is trying to push its way free. There’s a flicker of something uncertain in his expression, a kind of vulnerability that makes my breath catch. “Fuck, Noa, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” His grip tightens on my thighs, like he needs the contact to keep steady. “I haven’t touched anyone else. Didn’t want to. Never cared what their hands would feel like or how their lips might taste. Never thought about what it would be like to have someone under me.” He exhales as his gaze drops to my mouth before rising again. “But you…that’s all I want.”

The weight of his confession hits harder than I expected.

Because he didn’t know. He had no idea I was his. And still, he kept himself from everyone else.

Held space for something he couldn’t name. Just like I did. It makes it harder to keep the ice around my heart intact. Harder to pretend like what we have isn’t real. Something fragile in mesoftens, starts to melt around the edges. A warning. A feeling I’m not ready for but can’t ignore.

Which is why I’m whispering my plea before I realize I’m doing it.

“Touch me,” I tell him, and when he stares back at me like he’s not sure he trusts my sincerity, I add, “please, Ren, I need you to make me feel good.” And just like that, a flip switches.

His eyes are wild and hungry, and before I can take another breath, his grip on the underside of my thighs tightens.

Then we’re moving.

He spins us away from the wall with a fluid, almost brutal elegance. My back hits the mattress a second later, the soft thud making meoomph. I barely register the shift in position before I’m staring up at him. He looks wild, wrecked in the most beautiful way, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters.

I don’t get to admire my new view for long because his hands are already on me again. Fingers hook, tug, and the soaked leggings—drenched with the indisputable proof of my need for him—are gone before I can blink.

I arch to help, nerves sparking everywhere.

The cool air hits my thighs first, then higher, and I can feel the heat rising in my face, in my chest. The flush of slight embarrassment only grows warmer when Rennick’s gaze rakes down my body, slow and intense, until it lands where I’m slick with want.

His breath hitches, just slightly, but I hear it. See the awe flicker across his face, softening the hunger that sharpens his features.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to.

His fingers skim up the length of my calf, a light, reverent touch that leaves a trail of warmth in its wake. My skin prickles,but not from the cold. From him. From the weight of his attention.

His bare chest expands with a deep, shuddering inhale, and I know without question that he’s breathing me in. My scent, my arousal, all of it. The alpha in him responding to the sight of his destined omega laid out naked like an offering for the first time.

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