Page 34 of Perfectly Naïve
Chapter Twelve
HAYES
I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but part of me wonders if this is a test. Liv is pressed against me, lips brushing over my skin every time she rubs herself against the crook in my neck.
“God, Hayes,” she rasps.
Based on everything Sawyer shared, she has no idea what those words do to me, and it takes every ounce of my control to keep from pinning her against the wall. My cock strains against my jeans, and it’s a miracle she hasn’t slotted herself against me. Otherwise, she’d know exactly what she’s doing to me. I’m not sure I trust this woman to control herself. She’s pushing my limits, and I don’t want us to end up somewhere she isn’t ready for yet.
Temptation has never been more demanding.
Her nails drag over the base of my scalp.
Fuck. Me.
I groan, muscles vibrating with restraint, but the clueless omega closes what little distance was between us with abreathy sigh. Her tits smash against my chest, and her belly presses against my erection.
She gasps, tugging on my hair. “Oh my god, it’s so big.”
“Liv,” I rasp, clenching my fists.
“Does it hurt?” Her hand drifts down my body, sliding to the top of my pants.
With a growl, I grab her wrist, holding it in place so she can’t grab my dick. “That’s a bad idea.”
Much to my dismay and relief, she pulls away from my neck, looking at me with wide eyes and tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyebrows raise after a moment. “You want to knot me, don’t you?”
Fuck, omega, you have no idea.
Suddenly, I have her pressed against the wall. A delighted gasp tumbles past her lips, and I hook a hand under one thigh and pull. She jumps with me, wrapping her legs around my torso. I pin her wrists above her head, inadvertently arching her back. Her breasts strain against her top as she sucks in a breath.
“Alpha,” she purrs.
Fuck me, if she doesn’t know what she’s doing, she’s a danger to everyone in this pack. Maybe she doesn’t understand that every touch, every time she marks me with her scent, brings me closer to a rut. I have no idea how we’re going to pull off pretending this situation is temporary.
Liv rocks against me, a little smirk pulling at those plush lips and a seductive gleam in her eyes that I doubt she realizes is there. This omega is sexy as hell.
“Vixen,” I warn, sliding my hand down to her ass to try and keep her in place, but she only takes that as an invitation, rolling her hips into my body, finding the friction she wants. My cock throbs in response to her writhing.
“Don’t you want to mark me with your scent?” she asks, a touch of vulnerability in the question that lodges in my chest.
She has no fucking idea what I want to do to her. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she rasps, arching her back.
No, this tempting omega wants much more than to be marked, but she’s never taken a knot before...and according to Sawyer, she’s a virgin. I can’t be the one to have her first. She needs someone gentle for her first time.
“Please,” she says, pressing her pussy against me and grinding.
There’s no reason to go to her neck—I could choose another place—but the selfish part of me wants to feel how fast her heart is beating. Gripping her ass, I shift her higher up my torso and the wall, releasing her wrists and burying my hand in her hair, tipping her head to the side and exposing the soft column of her throat.
Heavy breaths burst out of her lips, and I haven’t even marked her yet.
Bet she’d sound like an angel riding my knot.
Clenching my jaw, I force that thought aside and move my lips to her neck, kissing her hammering pulse before breathing in. Honey and vanilla invade my senses, burrow into my skin, and drag a moan from my throat. She rocks against me, fingers threading through my hair, keeping my face pinned against her throat.
I rub my scent over her, flicking my tongue out and tasting her with a deep, rumbling purr.
