Page 40 of Teeth To Rip & Tear

I’d wanted Dean since the moment I had seen him. Something about him called to me. His smell, his size, the way he looked. Criminally good-looking, despite the perpetual scowl.

I got into position, standing over his face with my feet on either side of his head. Dean’s eyes darkened as he looked up, seeing directly under my skirt. He reached up, clasping my calves. Watching with silent challenge. My hands gripped the metal headboard as I lowered myself onto his face, closing my eyes as he speared me with his tongue.

Dean bathed my pussy with his tongue before he circled my clit and pulled the tiny nub between his lips. My orgasm fell over me, locking every muscle in my body, save for my hips, as I continued to ride his face. Rubbing myself over his chin, desperately seeking friction, Dean ate me like a starving man.

Still riding high on pleasure, Dean sat up, pulling me down until his lips met mine. He tasted like my juices, and he grinned as he claimed my mouth. His patience was gone as Dean pulled me down onto his hard cock, lining the angry weeping head against my entrance and surging inside. My breath exploded from my lungs, and though I had thought my orgasm had ended, my body began to jerk and writhe as Dean filled me.

I woke in the middle of the night, naked and pressed against Dean Hart. I rubbed my neck, feeling the raised skin of his bite. I grabbed my clothes, dressing as quietly as possible, before letting myself out.

Every hallway in the barracks was uniform, making it impossible to find my room.

I pushed my fingers through my tangled hair, knowing that I smelled like sex and Alpha werewolf.

I turned right at the fork at the end of the corridor, and my body slammed directly into Mitchell.

I cursed, rubbing my nose.

Mitchell cocked his head to the side. “It’s late.” He noted. “I couldn’t find you.”

I glanced to the side.

Mitchell stepped closer. “Where were you?”

“Mitchell...” I cleared my throat. “I’m trying to go back to my room.”

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “You smell different. You smell like awolf.”

“I was with Dean,” I admitted, my chin jutted as I met his eyes in challenge. “I’m not married anymore. Or, I won’t be once I sign the paperwork.”

“Not Dean.” He murmured, his pupils dilated. “I can smell Dean on you. The perfume of your pleasure. The cum in your pussy. The scent I am speaking of belongs entirely to you.”

Crap.

“He bit you,” Mitchell growled, reaching up and brushing the back of his hand against my shoulder. Somehow sensing the bite mark under the fabric of my shirt.

When his fingers touched my cheek, I closed my eyes, my skin tingling in the wake of his touch. What was wrong with me? I’d crawled out of Dean’s bed, and now Mitchell had turned me on with a simple touch to the cheek.

My stomach rumbled, breaking the spell between us. Mitchell’s darkened gaze faded, and his lips pulled into a grin.

“Hungry?” His eyes shone with mirth.

“Starving.” I gave him a tentative smile. “Do you know where I can find some food?”

“We usually serve meals at the bar, but we have a kitchen on this side of the tunnel,” Mitchell explained. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

Mitchell led me to a stairwell at the end of the hallway. Away from the rows of doors, the first floor opened up to an ample common space. Couches, bookshelves, and a television on the far side. The fluorescent lights overhead bathed the open-plan space in a dim glow. Our footsteps echoed across the tiled floor as Mitchell took me to an industrial-style kitchen with stainless steel counters, a range cooker, and a Blackstone. I supposed it made sense, considering the wolves lived on this side of the tunnel. Traveling to the bar for every snack or glass of water would quickly grow old.

Mitchell walked over to the fridge, pulling ingredients from the shelves and placing them on the counter.

Eggs, bacon, bagels.

I wasn’t used to people cooking for me; it made me uncomfortable. My fingers itched to take over, but I didn’t know where anything was.

Mitchell grabbed a stool, placed it by the island, and gestured for me to sit.

“So, you and Dean, huh?” Mitchell joked as he cracked an egg into the frying pan. “Succumbed to the Alpha cock.”

My nose wrinkled. “You don’t need to be rude about it.”

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