Page 53 of Stella

I panted. “I only love him because of his pasta.”

“You’re mine.” He pressed his finger against my clit.

I cried out.

He shoved his hips against mine, pressing as deep as he could go. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whimpered. Heat raced through me, the gentle pull of the orgasm hotter.

I didn’t usually like these dominant-submissive games, but it felt too good, having him knotted inside me, toying with me for both our pleasure.

There was a thread of desperation when he said I was his, like he was willing it into the universe. Like he needed me so much he would rearrange the heavens to make it so.

Simon grabbed my shoulder with his free hand, and rocked against me, harder and harder. There wasn’t a lot of movement, but there was friction, and oh god it felt incredible.

“We’re going to take you, over and over,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to take your ass while Evan knots you and Jerrick fucks your mouth and we’re going to come inside you until you’re ours.”

The image set me ablaze. I came with a strangling shout, heat riding through me until all I could think of was making that fantasy a reality. Simon growled and came again. As his knot slowly deflated, he pulled out of me.

Our harsh pants broke the stillness of the empty cabin. Simon cleaned us up, pulled our clothes to rights, and dragged me back to his car.

It was all I could do not to climb into Simon’s lap while he was driving.

Simon glanced at me. “Hands to yourself. I won’t get into an accident, not with you in the car.”

I pressed my legs together and whimpered. I texted Raina to tell her my heat started and then tried to focus on anything but the heat pulsing through me.

It was a short torturous ride back to my cabin, and by the end of it, I was shaking.

“I shouldn’t have asked you to come today.” Simon pulled into the driveway.

“I’d rather have been there for Meredith than pacing around my house.”

The house smelled like garlic and pasta. Evan and Jerrick were already in the middle of plating up food. I patted myself on the back for having the foresight of giving Jerrick a key.

I descended on a plate of pasta like a velociraptor on a bunny.

Evan raised an eyebrow at Simon. “You okay?”

“I’m alright. Great.” He added more food to my plate.

Evan scented Simon’s neck, and grinned. “You’re about to go into a rut.”

Simon grumbled. “I’m not. I’m perfectly in control of myself.”

I grinned at Simon. “Is that why you almost had your way with me up against a wall? In the open air?”

Simon shot me a smoldering look. My mouth dried up. His hands had been so good all over me.

“Carbs before orgy,” Evan told me. His hair was tousled, and he wore basketball shorts and a tank top again. I was beginning to love the idea of a gym teacher alpha, especially if he showed off his biceps all the time. “You need to eat before you let yourself get distracted.”

“She was flirting. With another pack.” Simon made himself a plate. “I had to…”

I grinned as he trailed off. “Had to what?”

Simon looked at me, and for a moment I knew we were thinking of the same thing: his knot buried inside me.

I moaned and set the plate down.

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