Page 35 of Perfectly Naïve
“Hayes,” she gasps. “God, you smell divine.”
Breathing her in again, I keep her pinned against the wall and writhing against me as I drown in her scent. My lips find her throat, suckling her skin and earning a moan that goes straight to my cock.
“Yesssss,” my omega hisses. “You do want to knot me, don’t you? I can feel you.” She presses into me, humming in approval.
Fuck, my omega likes my cock. Kissing up her throat, I taste every inch of her skin before capturing her lips, stealing the air from her lungs and damning us both. She immediately submits, softening in my hold, letting me take control. Her tongue glides over mine, and even her mouth tastes sweet like honey.
Another, deeper rumble sounds in my chest.
“Liv,” I growl against her lips. Her words are lost in my kiss, and I shift the hand splayed under her ass, the tips of my fingers brushing against the damp material of her slacks. So much slick. So ready for a knot. Fuck, she’d feel so good. I move them a little farther up, groaning at how wet she is. She bucks into the touch.
“Touch me,” she begs.
Fucking hell. Who am I to deny her? I undo her pants with a flick of my wrist and slip my hand over her skin, down the soft curls that are wet with the evidence of her arousal. My purr is so loud, it sounds like a jet plane as I slide my finger inside her, a ragged groan ripping out of my throat. Fuck. Soft. Warm. Tight. “Omega,” I rasp against her lips, pumping my finger and swirling my thumb over her clit. She moans and rolls her hips into my touch, pussy soaking my hand. That sweet slick has her body more than ready to take my knot. A shudder runs through me.
“I think...” she says, gasping. “I think I want your kn?—”
I smother that last word with my hand, grinding my teeth as I finger her, trembling with restraint. “Don’t. Say. That.” She has no idea what kind of fire she’s playing with. The space around us falls away until all I can see and feel is Liv. How responsive she is. How pretty she’d be filled with my cum. My cock hurts. The base of it feels particularly painful without being inside her.
I crook my fingers and press down on her clit. She screams into my palm, her cum and slick practically dripping from myhand. All that fucking pleasure. It’s all. Fucking. Mine. My eyes stray to her throat, teeth aching. To mark this omega. Make her mine while I take her virginity.
Fuck. What the fuck am I saying?
This is Sawyer’s friend. She’s a virgin. I move my palm from her mouth and slide my finger out of her. The way she whines in protest sends another shudder through me. My muscles tighten. Shit, shit, shit. I’m in dangerous territory.
“Hayes,please,” Olivia begs.
I stumble away from her, even though every instinct screams for me to knot her. To take her right here on the garage floor. My chocolatey scent burns in my nostrils, my body craving one scent and one scent alone. The omega’s. Sucking in a ragged breath, I steady myself and take another step, putting more space between us.
Confusion flashes across her face. “Hayes?” Olivia steps toward me.
My pulse spikes, fingers aching to grab her. Dick so fucking dry. She’s wet and warm. All that slick. She takes another step closer. Too close. “Stop,” I bark, hating the way her gaze drops and she goes unnaturally still. But I need the distance. Her scent reaches for me, and I groan.
Fucking heaven. She smells like heaven.
Shit. I need space. Striding out of the garage, I inhale. Fresh air gut punches me. I bowl over, slapping my hands to my knees and breathing in, resisting every carnal urge. Every filthy desire. I breathe in again. And again and again until my head clears of the lust haze. That was too close.
Straightening, I glance at the garage and curse. Sawyer would have been pissed if I rutted Liv. The omega is still standing where I left her, fingers twined together and face pinched in confusion and touches of hurt.
There’s no fucking way I can go back in the garage. Not with the scent of her pleasure filling thespace. “Hey, Liv?”
Her head snaps up.
“Come here,” I bark, but this time it’s softer, not as harsh of a demand. The sway of her hips sends my thoughts right back where they shouldn’t be. I force my gaze away, focusing on her eyes.
Yeah, I hurt her feelings.
She stops before me. “I’m so sorry.”
That apology stings. I hook my finger under her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “You have nothing to apologize for, vixen.”
“You clearly didn’t like?—”
“Trust me, I fucking loved having your body pressed against mine, but I was two seconds away from rutting you, and you deserve more for your first time.” Her mouth makes the shape of an O, and I trace her bottom lip with my thumb. “But trust me, I fuckinglovedhow much you wanted me.”
“Biologically speaking, ruts are how our species made it this far. We’re practically forced to reproduce.”
“Are you talking nerdy to me, vixen?” Biologically speaking, I shouldn’t have this strong of a reaction until she’s near her heat, but her scent is so powerful. Sawyer said she recently went off scent control. That must have something to do with it.
