Page 89 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
“I haven’t been counting.”
“Hmmm.”
“They were all a long time ago.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
“It’s true,” he says earnestly. “Fucking around with girls I didn’t particularly like got old. In fact, I pretty much gave up on finding a girl I liked until you rocked up.”
This alpha seems determined to crack the walls I’ve been attempting to build around my heart. That lump in my throat has me swallowing again.
In the distance, I spot another rest by, and flicking on the indicator, I swing us in behind a line of bushes and trees and cut the engine.
“That’s enough driving for me. It’s your turn.”
“Are you sure? You looked good driving my car.”
I nod. “It’s been a long day and I’m tired. Also, you may not care about injuring this beauty, but I do, and the closer we get to the city the greater the chance that’s going to happen.”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
“Can I press the button?” I ask.
“Be my guest.”
I jam my thumb down hard on it and the doors swing up. “I feel like a super villain.” I giggle.
His gaze turns hot, sweeping down my body. “You look like a fucking super model.”
We both climb out of our seats and walk towards the front of the car, meeting each other at the front of the hood. Here, he doesn’t step to one side to let me pass, and I don’t either. Instead, he gazes down at me and my knees wobble as I’m swallowed up by those gray eyes.
“Hi,” I breathe.
“Hi,” he growls and then his hands are drifting to my waist and he is spinning me around, caging me against his car.
My breath catches in my throat, and every molecule in my body begs for him to kiss me.
“I won’t ever hurt you again, sweetheart,” he promises, “and I’m never going to let anyone else hurt you either.”
Then he lifts me up so I’m sitting on the warm hood and nudges my knees apart. He holds my gaze as he leans down and kisses my mouth. I moan. I can’t help it. His scent. The proximity of his body. The tension between us. It’s been building during this long journey and now it breaks like a thunder cloud as he kisses me hard and I kiss him back, my hands straying to his body. I bite on his lips showing him just how hungry I am for him, and he pulls back to look at me.
“Shit,” he mumbles, then trails a line down the column of my throat. I arch into him and he finds the neckline of my top, growling as he tugs it down with his teeth and buries his face in my cleavage, his hand coming up to squeeze at my tits and pinch at my stiffening nipples.
“How many?” I pant.
“What?” he moans into my flesh.
“How many girls have you kissed like this on the hood of your car?”
“None,” he says. “Only you.”
I wrap my legs around him and pull him in closer, so I can feel the outline of his hard cock through his pants, pressing into me right at my core.
He tugs down my top and the cup of my bra and, freeing my tit, captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking at it and then lathering it with his tongue. His hand strays down to my thigh and he dips under the hem of my skirt and up until he finds my panties.
“Shit, shit. We can’t do this,” he mumbles, even as his fingers dive under the fabric and into my wet folds. “Not here, not like this.”
“P-p-p-please,” I beg. I’ve been so good, so strong, so damn sensible. I’ve held back. I don’t want to hold back any longer. I want him inside me. I want to feel that knot the omegas all go crazy for. I want to know what it feels like. I want to know what it feels like with him.
