Page 96 of The Gamma's Second Chance

He exhales, a long, controlled breath blown out from between his lips, and he shakes his head. “But the ceremony—”

“We can still do the ceremony. We’ll just mark each other again. And I know you’ve been struggling.” I cover his hands on my face with mine. “If I’m marked, it will calm you and your wolf.”

He shakes his head once more and steps closer to me, trapping me in the corner. “I can’t take that special moment away from you. I want to give you your dream.”

I smile at him and circle his wrists, removing his hands from my face and wrapping them around my waist. “It will be special no matter what, because it’s you, Nolan. And you’ve already given me so much.” I cover his heart with my palm. “Let me give you this.”

He ducks his face, and our foreheads meet, his fingers splaying across my back as he holds me close. “You’ve given me more than you realize, Cassandra.” He closes his eyes for a breath, and when he reopens them, he stares at my neck, at the place where he’ll place his mark. “Are you sure this is what you want? Because if it isn’t, I won’t be able to stop once we start. You can’t change your mind halfway through.”

I nod and press my hand harder into his chest, showing him my urgency and my determination. “Yes, Nolan. Mark me. Make me yours.”

He growls and moves his face to my neck, nipping my marking spot and sending a shiver of desire through my body. “You make it so difficult to refuse you.”

“Then don’t refuse.”

His dark chuckle sends another thrill through me, and his grip tightens. “I won’t. But. I have one condition.”

He pauses his teasing of my neck, his entire body freezing except for his breaths. The warm air on my marking spot is a new kind of torture, as the anticipation of his teeth piercing my flesh there while his dick is deep inside me builds. “What’s your condition?” I ask, my chest heaving and my voice no more than a whispered sigh.

He places a small kiss on my marking spot that has my knees shaking and my clit throbbing, and he smiles against my skin. “You can’t mark me back until our ceremony in Greece. That way, we can still complete our bond in the temple, the way you’ve always wanted.”

His hands wander to the open back of my bodice, tracing up and down the buttons he opened when I couldn’t breathe, and I can’t catch my breath again, although it’s for an entirely different reason this time. “I don’t think I can—”

“You can and you will,” he insists, his deep voice tinted with a command I can’t ignore.

I bite my lip, my neck arching in reaction to his order, and I feel for my lycan in my mind, gauging her reaction to being told we can’t mark him back tonight. But she is oddly at peace with the idea. The promise of the ceremony, his desire to create my dream for me, is enough for her.

I sigh and slide my hands inside Nolan’s half buttoned black shirt. “I love you, Nolan.”

He groans and attacks my neck again with a heated fervor that warms my body. Liquid gold floods my veins, replacing myblood. It’s sensuous and heady, like a sweet mulled wine or fruit dipped in fresh honey.

“Mine,” he growls against my skin, sliding my dress down my arms.

“Yours,” I agree, nodding as he removes my dress from my upper body.

His muscles coil as my breasts come into view, and he groans again, his hands cupping them. My spine curves, pushing them further into his grasp, and I fight with the buttons of his shirt, my fingers already trembling with the unmatched pleasure he wrings from my body.

Our lips meet as I undo the last button on his shirt, and he takes it off, his muscles rippling and flexing as he rips his arms from the sleeves and tosses it aside. I crouch down, undoing his pants and kissing and licking his sculpted abs as I do. He kicks his shoes off and yanks his pants down, then he wraps his arms around me, lifting me up and out of my dress.

It falls into a heap on the floor, along with my shoes, and he sits back onto the stairs, catching himself with one hand while holding me with the other, our lips twisting and tangling together again. He cups my bare ass, and then glances down, tearing his lips from mine for just long enough to see my naked body, my thighs spread and my pussy bared for him.

“Holy fuck,” he says, tilting his chin to the ceiling.

A strained noise vibrates his throat, and he leans all the way back against the stairs, tugging me forward and guiding me to straddle his face. My thighs quiver, and I tense, panting and fighting against his hold, trying to lower my hips to his face.

“Let me look at you,” he says, tightening his grip on me and giving me those fingerprint bruises I adore so much. I clutch at the step above me as he glides a knuckle between my lower lips, from my clit to my entrance. “Gorgeous.” He opens my pussywith his fingertips, gazing at my exposed entrance, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable yet more sexy in my life.

I’m at his mercy. I’m his plaything, his female to use and give pleasure to. And I love it.

His hold on me loosens, and I drop my hips, lowering my pussy to his mouth. I respond to his kissing and tasting me with an intense urgency, rolling my hips and grinding against his face. I’m fully aware that we’re in a back stairwell of the hotel and anyone could walk in on us at any moment, but I’m too lost in my bliss to care, and the potential of getting caught, of being seen, adds another layer to the thrill of being with Nolan.

He wraps an arm around me, pinning me to his face and keeping me from going anywhere. Not that I want to. I’m enjoying this too much. His other hand closes around my breast, squeezing and massaging in time with the movements of my hips. He pinches and rolls my nipple, and at the same time, he flicks my clit with his tongue.

A tremor jolts through me, and I gasp, scratching at the ground, but before I can grind myself harder against his mouth and chase my incoming orgasm, he lifts me off his face, his muscles vibrating with restraint as he keeps me off him. He scans my naked body, devouring every inch of exposed flesh with his eyes, licking his lips as he stares at me.

“You’re not coming until my dick is buried in this perfect pussy”—he traces over my entrance with the barest, featherlight touch of his fingertips—“and my teeth are buried in that gorgeous neck.”

I growl and buck against his hold, but he is persistent. He watches me squirm, enjoying every second of my irritation. His eyes linger on my swaying breasts, and he breathes through his nose, his pupils dilating further each time my scent fills his lungs.

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