Page 23 of Perfectly Naïve
Maybe my body is pissed from the years of blocked scent receptors. That’s the only logical explanation for me pressing forward, testing the restraints holding me back, but before my scalp can scream in agony, Sawyer relents, loosening his grip. With speed I’ve never possessed before, my face is back in the crook of his neck.
The warmth of cinnamon and sugar engulfs me. It feels safe. Familiar. Almost like home. A throb ricochets through my core. I whine and grind my aching body against his, releasing a shaky breath as sweet relief floods through me.
God, I’ve never felt desire like this. My body is responding so intensely, I half wonder if it’s my heat, but that won’t be for a while yet. I’m in the middle of my cycle. No. This is simply pure, unadulterated lust.
“Liv, I think–”
I bite his neck. A throaty groan and a deep, rumbling purr are my rewards. My omega instincts swoon. I rock my hipsagain. Something hard greets my pussy, and I gasp in delight. Yes. That’s what I need. With a tiny trill of excitement, I roll up and down the thick length.
“Baby.” A growl chases the word.
My pulse flutters. I quicken my pace, chasing the euphoria ping-ponging inside of me, concentrating in one, perfectly sensitive spot. “Alpha,” I whine, so, so close to a release.
“I’m here, pretty omega.” The reverberation of his words rumbles down my spine right as two strong hands grasp my ass. “You’re doing so good.”
“More,” I beg.
“Not yet, baby, but soon.” His hands drag me up his length before I can protest. “We can do it like this for now. Do you feel how hard you make your alpha?”
My alpha?My heart trips over itself, and a soft “yes” tumbles out of me. My lips trace over his pulse, and I lose myself in time once more. It drags out in rough, purposeful movements. Stretched thin as I move my hips in time with Sawyer’s coaching. Delicious friction. Again and again and again. Pleasure scorches my insides, and I happily burn, writhing against him, greedily inhaling his scent, tasting his skin. As quickly as it extended, time condenses, every movement compounding. Every touch. Each note of his scent coiling around mine.
It’s all so perfect.
Cunt tightening, throbbing, clit screaming for release, I beg. “Please.”
Sawyer growls and pushes his hips up as he drags me over his body, and that’s the pressure I need to explode. Pleasure shreds through me, ripping me into a million pieces as my mouth parts in a cry that echoes through the room.
The world tilts on its axis, stars fall from the sky and rush across my vision. I melt against him, breathing heavily and humming in approval. The alpha pants beneath me, tensionvibrating through the hands holding my ass, as if he’s fighting his instincts.
I breathe deep, savoring his...Oh my god, the pheromones!
Sitting up straight, my eyes widen as I stare at him, my mouth falling open. We’re in the house. On the couch. I’m straddling him. I just...got off on him. His pupils are blown and his jaw muscles ripple. Did he come? The deepest baritone rumble emits from his chest.
Heat walks up my neck. I practically attacked him. “I’m so sorry,” I say, moving to crawl off of him, but he grips me tighter.
“Stay.” His voice is gravelly and rough.
I gulp, my gaze roving over his strained features. “Are you okay?”
“Stay.”
I tip my head. “Dilated pupils. Inability to form sentences. Richening scent.” I gasp. “Rut! You’re close to falling into a rut.”
He takes a breath, more like forces the oxygen into his lungs, and another growl tumbles past his lips. Adrenaline surges through me.
Leaning closer, I peer into those onyx pupils. “Blink twice if you’re about to rut.”
He goes completely still, and I brace myself for whatever comes next...until the growl is replaced with a deep belly laugh. His pupils contract, irises expanding across the expanse of black. As tension bleeds from his body, I marvel at the sudden transformation.
“So that’s a no, then?”
His eyes crinkle. “Liv,” he says around a laugh. “Blink twice?”
I bristle. “I thought you’d gone non-verbal, which can happen in during a ru?—”
“Please stop sayingrut,” he says, fingersflexing on my ass. “I had planned to ask you how it was going without scent control...”
“You’re the first person I’ve”—I clear my throat—“for lack of a better word, attacked. I’m sorry.” My eyes widen. “Is your pack here?” What if they witnessed the mauling? Mortification ripples through me.
