Page 12 of The Cheerleader

“I feel it,” I whisper. “My heat...”

“Pushed the last of the suppressant out of your system.” He finishes the sentence for me, and I nod. “What about after?” he asks. “What about your father? I won’t be able to hold back. I can’t help you through your heat and not claim you.”

“Abel...”

He grabs my chin and forces me to focus on him. “I will fuck you through your heat. But know this. I will knot you, mark you, and the Goddess willing, I will breed you.”

I can hear the truth in his words, feel it in my soul. My wolf purrs like a fucking cat. I blink a few times before leaning forward and kissing him. His lips are cool, soothing the inferno raging inside me.

Suddenly, I find myself lifted into his arms. “Room?” His voice rumbles beside my ear.

I point to the door that leads me to my room, and he strides across my apartment. Once inside, he looks around the small space before placing me on my feet. My hands drag down his naked chest, touching all the tattoos I have never been able to see.

He steps away and I frown. Is he leaving? Does he not want me? But then, my gaze travels from his ink to his erection. His fists are clenched at his side, his wolf fighting to get out.

“Abel?”

“I just ... I need a second.” His voice is thick, tension rolling through his body. “There are things we haven’t thought about that will affect us after your heat. I’m your father’s friend and twice your age. I should just break the bond and walk away.”

I don’t think about my actions, I just pull the thin fabric of my tank top over my head. Panic at the idea of him walking away from me is driving my reactions. I drop it to the floor beside me and stare at the man in front of me. A low growl starts in his chest and in two strides, he has me in his arms, my back pinned to the wall.

“Do you ever fucking listen?” he demands. “I should spank the brat right out of you.”

A mewl falls from my lips and I feel more slick slip from my pussy at the mental image he conjures. His nostrils twitch as he breathes in my scent.

“Fuck me. Does that turn you on, Omega?”

“Abel, please,” I beg, rubbing my breasts against his chest. “I need...”

“I know what you need,” he says, rubbing his erection against my pussy. “I could smell your pussy across town.”

His lips fall to my neck, nipping and kissing. My head falls back, allowing him better access. Shivers run through my body, parallel to the fire burning up my veins. I cling to him, wanting, needing him closer.

“Tell me to stop, Juliet,” he mumbles, pushing his hand into my shorts and caressing my sex through my underwear. “Tell me this isn’t right.”

I shake my head. “No. I want this. I want you.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he argues, shoving my underwear aside and spearing me with one of his thick fingers.

I cry out, riding his finger searching for release. “I know what I want,” I counter, my breaths coming in shallow bursts. “I’ve wanted you since I came to the club.”

Suddenly, I find myself flat on my back in the middle of my bed. Abel rips my shorts and underwear down my legs and throws it over his shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have said that, Juliet.” He stares at my bared pussy, and I spread my thighs wider. “A man only has so much control.”

“I want you to lose control,” I whisper.

He doesn’t reply, only pulls me to the edge of the bed and falls to his knees. He buries his face between my legs and attacks my pussy with his lips and tongue. I didn’t even know it was possible to orgasm so quickly, but my body bows off the bed. Black dots dance across my vision as the scream that escapes me fades.

Abel smiles at me before slapping my pussy. Hard. Tingles spread from my sex to all my other extremities and more slick pours out of me.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he praises softly. “This soft, pink pussy is going to be the death of me.”

He licks me leisurely, from asshole to clit, until he has gathered all my slick. Slowly he moves up my body, kissing, licking, and nipping at my skin, leaving little marks in his wake. His hands cup my breasts as he smiles.

“These tits have featured in every single dream I have had in the past six months.”

“Abel, please,” I beg, writhing on the bed.

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