Page 122 of The Heat of Us

Despite his disapproving words, he had backed me against the wall. He braced his arms on either side of my head. “We are surrounded by my sister’s pack.”

“Hardly. Two out of six and they’re both occupied right now,” I countered.

Ben seemed to have ceased breathing entirely.

“Are you trying to think of a third excuse?”

“No.”

The next minute I was being pulled into the bathroom. The metallic click of a lock, the punctuated swipe of a zipper being undone and the slap of my hands against the mirror.

“You’re going to take me fast—”

He was beneath my skirt, yanking the delicate string of my panties to one side.

“And hard.”

My breath fogged the mirror as he filled me from behind with a single, forceful thrust. Ben watched every changing emotion flicker across my face as he rutted into me like a beast. It was everything I wanted and exactly what I needed. Mindless, rough and filthy. I felt dazed and all I could do was hold on and hope the music outside was drowning out my short, sharp cries.

“You’re dripping, Hazel.” His hot breath fanned against my neck. “Do you like it when I use you like this?”

All I could manage was a slight nod of my head.

“I can’t knot you here, so you’re going to drink me down like a good little cumslut.”

God, had he been trading notes with Remy or something?

“Yes alpha,” I panted.

I could feel his dominance ripple outward. Then my hair was caught up in his fist. He was sliding out of me and bringing me to my knees. I opened my mouth instinctively and took him deep, tasting my slick all over him. He fucked my throat with the same care he showed my pussy before spilling on my tongue. Warm, salty with the aftertaste of his peppermint chocolate scent. I licked him clean, making sure to be as thorough as possible.

“Up, Hazel.”

Ben was still holding onto my hair. One sharp tug and my neck was exposed to him. I felt like a sheep putting my head in the mouth of a lion. He bit down lightly on my throat and held himself there. Nowhere near enough to break skin or leave a trace. Just enough pressure to make my omega uncontrollably feral for his alpha.

Bite me, mark me, claim me.

His fingers plunged into me. Blinding pleasure as he worked that sensitive, trembling spot inside me with a vengeance. I came with a harsh, ragged sob and nearly drew blood from his shoulder with my nails.

He was kissing, licking and scent marking me as the shabby ceiling of the bathroom rematerialised before my eyes. He was always like this after. Intent on blending the two of us until it was undeniable I was his.

“Was that too—”

“It was exactly what I needed.”

Juno looked ill when we returned and I slid back in the booth next to her. It was extremely obvious to anyone with a nose what we’d done. I glanced at Ben’s hair, looking like he’d stuck a fork in an electrical socket.

Ok, maybe eyes too.

Whatever. It wasn’t like Ari hadn’t been sneaking what he thought were stealthy gropes of Juno’s ass all night.

“You could do so much better, Hazel,” Juno said, sounding nauseated. “Just take your two other goobers and run.”

But her eyes said otherwise. Please don’t hurt him.

“Nah.” I caught Ben watching me from across the table. “He’s one of my goobers too.”

The possessive glint in his eyes flared and I felt the ghost of his teeth on my neck.

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