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“Just giving myself a little taste of what’s to come,” I defended as I held the door open for her.

The diner was dead and I was a bit shocked it was even open this late. We found a booth in the back and I pulled her into the same side with me before she could take the other seat.

A wave of her scent thickened in the air and I grinned, loving that she was turned on when I manhandled her. That meant I wouldn’t have to hold back on her. Good. There was no way I could with the scent of her and sex in the air.

Maybe I shouldn’t have fed her first.

My protective side protested and I distracted myself with picking something off of the menu. This was about to be the longest dinner of my life.

But like I told her, it would be worth the wait.

Chapter Four

Lindsay

If I had to wait one more second I was going to scream.

My panties were ruined and they had been since I’d let those emerald eyes burn into me and his scent of balsam and tonka filled my lungs.

Yet instead of demanding he take me home before food, I’d let him lead me to the diner and pull me close.

Hell, I even let him feed me by hand, my whole body shivering at the pleased rumble that left his chest. I wasn’t an omega who needed doting on but damn, if I didn’t love having all of his energy and attention focused on me for that moment.

“Patience, angel,” he said, his teeth nipping my ear. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I’ve been patient,” I quipped back, quickly finding my fire once again. “And if you try and make me wait even longer I’m going to have to take care of things myself.”

I shifted in the seat, pressing against the hard seam of my jeans, trying to find relief.

His hands immediately stilled me, gripping harder than they had before.

“That’s mine, and the only thing touching it tonight is going to be me,” he promised.

I grinned. “Then prove it.”

His hands left my hips only to pull a few bills out and toss them on the table, his hand finding mine as we excited the booth and made our way toward the local inn where he was staying.

At this point, I wasn’t doing a great job of keeping this undercover from curious eyes, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

I needed this alpha like I needed a repairman. I needed him to break me apart and put me together again.

As soon as we were inside his room our hands were on each other. He cupped my ass, hoisting me up against him and giving me more access to his body.

He let me pull off his shirt and I swear to god I lost my cool and may have whimpered at seeing his thick muscles coated with a fine layer of downy hair.

“I’m glad you like what you see, angel,” he said, his hands cupping me harder and rubbing me against his length. “It’s yours. Take what you need.”

My lips greedily met his as he worked me back and forth across his length, the friction a blessing after the build up of the evening.

He tasted like syrup from the pancakes we’d shared and he kissed like the devil, so confident and sure that I was about to make him a bargain for my own soul.

If it was this good now, I couldn’t fathom what it would be like once I got him where I really wanted him.

The scruff on his jaw scraped against me as his kisses trailed down my neck, licking and sucking until my thighs were shaking and I was hanging on by a thread.

His hips kicked forward, his steel length grinding even harder against me as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my neck.

Fuck.

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