Page 27 of Her Bully Alpha

I took a slow breath, knowing this was dangerous territory.

"Tell me," he asked once more.

I looked deep into his eyes. "No."

His lips pressed hard against mine, and we fumbled into the wall. It shook the entire kitchen, not that either of us seemed to care. My hands instantly went up, and I grabbed his shirt. I popped my mouth open, feeling his tongue slide over mine, and I internally moaned. He tasted like the soda he had outside.

His hand grabbed my hips, tugging me closer. He growled, and I felt stunned as his chest vibrated against mine. This wasn't just my own hunger but his. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

I was too into the kiss to care. I didn't care what this meant or if it changed anything between us. I just wanted his mouth to stay on mine.

He broke the kiss for just a moment, both of us panting for air. But his lips found mine soon again, and I felt like he was devouring me. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me up, pressing me against the wall.

Jay's waist pressed against mine, and I felt just how hard he was. If I had any doubts before they were gone. A hard cock pressed against your leg was evidence you couldn't ignore.

I moaned, feeling a build-up blooming in my chest. I felt it skate over my body up until it entered my fingers.

Jay grabbed my hands, pulling them above my head, and I felt more exposed, but it was just to him. All of this was just for him.

I felt him grind just slightly onto me, and a new feeling flooded my senses. The room seemed to vibrate, and warmth covered me. If he kept moving like this, in just that spot, I was going to come unglued.

How long had it been since I had last been touched like this? Since someone made me feel like this?

Jay's hands pressed tighter against my wrists, his teeth grated across my lower lip, and everything seemed to blur. The sound of a glass breaking made Jay break the kiss, which told me he wasn't the only one who felt everything.

He looked at me, shocked, and he looked over at the glass I had been using, which was shattered on the counter. We were both stunned when he looked at me. "Sam, that was you."

I didn't know what I had done. I stared at the glass, feeling the effects of a moment again being gone.

"No," I shook my head. "I didn't do that."

Jay lowered my legs and stepped back, shaking his head. "Well, I sure as hell didn't do it. And we are the only ones in here, Sam."

I felt my fingers hot and the smell of cinnamon strong in the air. "The only person I have ever known to do something like that was with magic, Sam."

I felt embarrassed for another reason now. "I've never done that before," I admitted as I pointed to the glass. I was not going to admit I'd also never been that turned on before. So full of need.

He sniffed me and smirked. "You smell like magic, Jay. It's like someone coated you in it."

"I do?"

He nodded. "It's like Cinnamon and sparks mixed together." He sniffed me again. "It's nice. But we don't need people knowing this until we know more."

I swallowed, wondering how this could even be. My father was a shifter, and my mother was human. We had no one in the family that held magic.

"We should probably get home," Jay said, stepping back. "Before you shatter something else."

I scowled at him. "That's not funny."

"I wasn't joking," Jay said. "If you have magic, we need to figure out how it works and when it comes out."

My stomach tensed up. I didn't think I wanted to know.

"Either way, Sam. You're not some little human anymore." He chuckled. "Not by a long shot."

Chapter 11 - Jay

"Try it again," I said, pointing towards the glass on the counter. Sam looked at me like she wanted to hit me now. "I already told you it won't break. It wasn't like I was focused on breaking the glass before. It just happened."

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