Page 52 of Their Knotty Pack
"Well you see, chompy," he has this glint in his eyes that makes me want to kick him in the balls as he points to his marked shoulder, "because of this pesky bite mark, any time you get it on with blue and don't tamp down the fucking bond, I get hard. So hard, that it won't go away without…assistance." He takes a step towards me, still touching himself.
Tamp down the bond? How do I do that?
Wait. Has been able to feel…everything? This whole time?
The sight of his hard cock in his hand is doing stupid things to my brain, and my eyes won't leave the sight, no matter how hard I try to avert my gaze. "I…I can't concentrate when you're doing that."
There's a mischievous glint in his eye and a hint of mild amusement through the bond as he tucks himself away and steps closer to me. One more step and he'll have me backed against the wall. "Better?" He arches a brow, but I can't even answer, because now all I can see is the way his erection is straining against the material of his boxers. My tongue, without my damned permission, darts out to wet my bottom lip.
The reaction doesnotgo unnoticed. "Now, sunshine," he uses his finger to tip my face up to his, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, "you have a couple of options here. You can turn around right now, leave this bathroom, and we can pretend this never happened." His hazel eyes search mine, and for one fleeting moment, I don't see the arrogant asshole. I see an alpha who wants his omega.
Could we do this? Could I get past my own hangups and let my walls down long enough to give this alpha a proper chance? Miles' words echo in my mind."All we can do now is…try to put our best foot forward. It's going to hurt all of us if the two of you resist this much longer."
The memory of his words combined with the sight of the alpha in front of me fills me with this overwhelming sense of guilt. He may not want me as a person, but he sure as hell wants my omega, and I'm the one who made it so he has no other options.
My throat is dry. "What are my other options?"
His smirk is back. "You can stay, but let me finish jacking myself off in peace, or you can help me out here. It…" his eyes close, and his voice almost sounds pained, "it doesn't have to mean anything right now. You can go back to hating me in the morning."
Why does he sound so…dejected? It's clear he can't stand me, so why does he care whether or not this means anything to me? I can't even blame him for feeling that way. I took away his choice. I bound him to me for life without even knowing his name.
"You can't act like you don't hate me too," I whisper, and his eyes snap open. "I would hate you, if the tables were turned. If you bonded me first." It's the closest I've come to apologizing for biting him first. "I'm so sorry I—"
His eyes flash with something dangerous, and he cuts me off. "That's where you're wrong, sunshine," his thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and I suppress a shiver. "I don't hate you. Never have. Your omega choseme. On some level, you want me just as much as I want you. True scent match or no, that isn't going away."
His words send a fresh trickle of slick out of me, my arousal completely my own this time.
He sticks his thumb in my mouth, andgodsdammit, I close my mouth around it on instinct. He groans. "Ah, shit, Bethany." Then he smirks again. "Just no biting again—"
Gods, why did he have toruinit? I let my teeth press into his skin, and he hisses, withdrawing his thumb. "Chompy's back."
"So is triple a." I snark, feeling pretty good about myself, and mildly surprised I remembered to use my hilarious comeback.
He only snorts. "Triple a? What does that stand for? Amazing, admirable alpha?"
"Ah. You only got one out of three right. It actually stands for arrogant. Asshole. Alpha." I poke my finger at his chest with every word.
How does he get under my skin so easily? One minute I'm ready to let him do whatever he wants to me and now…wait. Do I still want him to fuck me? Obviously. But now I'm gonna be mad about it.
He stares at me for a second before he bursts out laughing. "Oh my gods. You are such a dork. Did you have thatpracticed?"
"Practicing would require me to think about you, which I don't. Ever." The words are a lie, of course, and he sees right through me.
"Ever?" He taunts, stepping up so we're chest to chest, our eyes boring into each other. "I think you're protesting just a little too hard, sunshine. I bet I'm buried under your skin just as deep as you're buried under mine. I bet you can't help but think of me, even when blue has that thick cock buried inside you—"
For the second time this week, my hand flies up to slap him.
This time, he catches it.
We stand, our faces inches apart as we hold off in this silent staring contest. There's irritation in his eyes, sure, but something else swirls in his hazel depths that I can't quite put my finger on.
"Let go," I whisper, my chest heaving in anger.
"Never." His words are a vow, and I don't know who moves first.
All I know is my hand is pinned to the door behind me as I surge my toes to meet his lips in a savage kiss. His body is pressing me into the door, and his free hand moves to the back of my neck, his lips rough and possessive as he consumes me.
A moan escapes me, and he swallows it whole as my hips try to buck up into his. I've never had angry sex, but if this first kiss is any indication of how its going to go, well, sign me the fuck up.
