Page 55 of The Gamma's Second Chance

Fireworks burst in the air around us as we kiss, and all I can think about is ensuring my scent is on her so others know she’s mine.

All fucking mine.

I tear my lips away and press my forehead to hers, panting and thrusting hard against her hips. “You’re mine,” I say, gasping as I thumb over my name on her inner thigh. Her hands hold my face, and she nods, her chest heaving as hard as mine.

“Nolan—”

“Give me five minutes, Wesley,”I growl, cutting him off and blocking him out.

“I should make you wear my shirts all the time,” I say, still caressing my label on her leg. My claim.

“You said you like my dresses.”

“You need my scent on you,” I grunt, somehow stepping closer to her, even though there isn’t space to slip a piece of paper between us. My lips travel along her jaw and down her neck. “You need my scent on you all the time, and I—” I swallow and inhale her sweet wildflower scent, my face buried in her neck, my heart racing in my chest as the words to explain what I need escape me.

“You what?” she gasps, a breathy moan falling from her trembling lips, her pulse fluttering beneath my mouth.

I shake my head and hold her tighter, my hand gripping her thigh hard and spreading her wider. My thumb brushes over the outside of her soaking wet underwear, and her heels dig into my ass, a sharp inhale echoing in the dark, shadowed hallway. “I need to get you home,” I say, circling her entrance with my thumb as she jerks her hips with each pass of my digit over her clit. “I need you naked and screaming my name.”

“You could just take me here,” she says, her chin lifting as she nudges my mouth back towards her face. “Claim me right here in the hallway. In his hotel. That would show him who I belong to.”

I chuckle and hover my lips over hers, letting them brush together with each breath we take. “Tempting as that may be, I’ve already told you I don’t fancy fucking you in front of an audience.”

She laughs, too, and I dive back in for a kiss, putting us both out of our misery. It’s slower than before, though, less frenzied and more sensual. I take my time to feel her lips twisting with mine, my possessive, greedy touch softening as I set her on her feet and snake my arm around her waist. I still brace myself with the wall, towering over her protectively as I cling to her and claim her mouth. The way she melts into me and moves in unison with me is something straight out of a fantasy, and I can’t get enough of her.

“Let’s go home, then,” she says, leaning her head against the wall to gaze up at me.

I nod and back away, keeping my hands on her body—one arm around her waist, hand resting on her hip, her hand held in mine. I keep her like this down the stairs, through the lobby, and out to the parking lot, letting it be known exactly who has a claim over her.

Just in case Prescott is watching us as we leave.

Chapter 20

NOLAN

“You know, you shouldapologize to Sebastian.” Cassandra swings our arms softly as we stroll through the forest, hands clasped together and fingers linked.

I laugh—loud, deep, and clear—and shake my head, a smile breaking through my stony exterior. “That dickhead knew what he was doing. He knew exactly what would happen.”

Her head tilts to the side, an adorable frown wrinkling her brow. “He knew he would get pummeled?”

“He knew I’d wipe that stupid, smug grin off his face. And he knew—” I swallow and glance away, clearing my throat and leaving my sentence unfinished as I rub the back of my neck.

Cassandra tugs on my arm, pulling my focus to her again. “And he knew what?”

“Nothing,” I say, climbing the handful of steps to the door of Wesley and Haven’s house. Warm light filters through the window coverings, dancing on the wood deck, and laughter and chatter floats towards us from inside; the sounds indicating the gathering of our friends is well underway.

Cassandra sidles up to my side, her arms wrapping around my waist as she spins in front of me and rests her chin on my chest, staring up at me through her thick lashes. “He knew you needed someone to light a fire under your ass? So you would finally—”

I cut her off by giving her butt a hard pinch, my lips twitching as a sharp squeal leaves her mouth. But I muffle the sound with a kiss, cupping her ass in my hands and drawing her closer, turning us so she’s pinned against a post of the deck railing. My hips settle between her thighs, and her fingers curl into my hoodie, our mouths tangling with unhurried, effortless movements. I envelop her in the circle of my arms, her pliant body giving in to my manipulations. The press of her subtle curves against the hard lines of my muscles mirrors the slow dance of our lips. It’s easy, natural, and beautiful. Just like everything with her is.

I lean my head back, gazing down into her delicate, charming face as I brush her hair behind her ear. The twilight sky is a striking backdrop for her exquisite looks, and the unique goldsand greens of her eyes mirror the palette of the forest. It’s as if she belongs here, as if she was crafted from the very essence holding Crescent Lake together. It wouldn’t surprise me if she was. She’s integrated herself seamlessly, filling in a gap within our pack—within my life—I didn’t realize existed.

The skirt of her floral dress flutters in a breeze off the lake, my T-shirt thrown over it and tied in a knot at her waist. Her outfit is a compromise, so she can wear the dresses we both love so much but still have my scent on her. The outward visual claim calms me and settles my wolf.

For the most part.

There’s only one way to settle me completely. But that method is permanent. And beyond the moments when we’re wrapped around each other, my dick buried deep in her pussy and my face buried in her neck with my teeth scraping her skin as our naked bodies cling to each other, neither of us has acknowledged it as a possibility.

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