Page 61 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
I whimper but before I can scurry away, he pounces, pressing the rest of the cake right into my face, frosting smearing all over my nose and my chin.
“You asshole,” I giggle, trying to wipe the cake off my face.
He simply chuckles back and I reach into the box, scoop a massive piece of frosting into my hand and throw it right at his face.
It smacks him on the nose.
For a long second we both stare at each other, icing dripping off his face. Then I dive for the box as he does the same, our hands scrabbling inside as we both fight to grab more cake.
I pull my hand out first, taking my opportunity at his closeness to slam a handful of cake in his face. He swears and then tries to do the same to me.
I yelp and attempt to dodge away but he grabs my arm and smears cake all over my face.
I blink away icing and lick at my lips, unable to help but laugh hard.
He grins at me. “You have a bit of cake on your face, little bird.”
“Really, where?” I ask innocently.
He drags me closer and then he’s kissing me, sponge and frosting melting into our mouths as his hot lips claim mine. My breath halts in my chest and then I melt into him.
His hand slides around to cup the back of my neck, smearing cake into my hair, and he pulls me in closer as his other hand comes to claim my waist.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t let him rock up with a cake and think he can kiss me. He hurt me. They all used me.
But right now, while he’s kissing me, I find it really damn hard to remember why I was mad with him in the first place.
I’m too busy feeling.
He nibbles at my lips and then his mouth strays lower, along my jaw and down to my throat, nipping all the way.
“Hmmm, this cake tastes pretty good.” He licks all the way up my neck, making me shudder. “Or maybe it’s just you, little bird.”
“Just because you made me a cake, doesn’t mean I forgive you,” I whimper, as the hand at my waist finds the tie of my gown.
“Let me give you something else to show you how sorry I am then.” he says.
“Wh-wh-wh-what?” I whisper, as his hand slips under my gown and against my skin. His touch feels heavenly. It feels like an eternity since anyone touched me and my body rings like a bell.
He pulls back and gives me one of those wicked grins I know means trouble.
I should definitely stop things now. I should definitely send him on his way. I should definitely not lean into his touch as his hand slides over my ribs and cups my breast, squeezing ever so gently. Far more gently than I’d expect of a man like Nate. He flicks his calloused thumb over my nipple and then he lifts me up onto the counter and rolls me down flat.
God, I’ve been imagining this ever since I met these alphas. I couldn’t stop dreaming of it all the way through my heat.
I’ve done a really efficient job of resisting them, of resisting all the things they could do to me, resisting all the things I could do to them. But oh jeez has it been hard! And as his mouth comes down to kiss my nipple and suck it up into his mouth, I realize I want to stop resisting for just one moment. For just once.
“I’m going home,” I whisper to him. “Back to Naw Creek.” He pauses, his dark eyes connecting with mine. “I’m telling you because I don’t want to use you, Nate. If you want to stop …”
He holds my gaze, his eyes swirling, not with their usual mischief but with something like a plea.
I’m not sure what he’s pleading for. Permission? Forgiveness? For me to stay?
My heart pounds in my ears and my stomach swoops with anticipation. I want him to keep touching me. I want him to keep kissing me. I don’t want him to stop.
“Whether you stay or fly away, little bird, I want to show you just how damn sorry I am.”
He trails a line of reverent kisses down my body, lower and lower until he reaches the apex of my legs. He nudges them apart and then he falls to his knees.
