Page 90 of Scrum Heat

I can’t help but smirk, pleased. “So are you.”

He huffs, trying not to smile. “Still a menace.”

I giggle as I reach back to spin the bottle again—my heart thudding, lips tingling, body buzzing.

Because if that’s how Rory kisses on round one, then heaven knows I’m inbigtrouble.

The bottle spins again, and this time, it lands on Theo.

He grins immediately, already leaning back against the couch like he’d rigged the damn thing and looking far too pleased with himself.

I shift off Rory’s lap, about to walk across the room—

But Theo holds up a finger.

“Ah-ah.”

I pause.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he says smoothly, voice low and filthy. “You think you’re just going to saunter over here and sit yourself down in my lap after kissing two other alphas in front of me?”

I narrow me eyes at him, not quite sure what it is that he’s expecting.

“Crawl to me.”

A shocked laugh escapes my lips, and from the corner of my eye, I catch Rory mutter something that sounds suspiciously likeJesus Christ. Finn snorts, and though Jax typically doesn’t react, his eyes aredefinitelylocked on me.

I take a slow breath, then do as my alpha says:

I drop to my hands and knees, and the room goes silent.

I crawl—deliberate, slow, and absolutelyshameless—toward the cocky alpha lounging on the floor with his arms spread over the back of the couch like he’s already won. His eyes darken with every inch I close between us, his lips curving up impossibly further.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as I reach him.

Bastard.

I make a show of straddling his lap, my knees pressing into the floor on either side of his enormous, muscular thighs. He smellsunfair—sweat, body wash, and something sharp and alpha that goes straight to my already-ruined brain. His hands settle low on my hips, and I canfeelthe heat pouring off both of us.

“This a bad idea?” I murmur, already breathless.

Theo smirks. “Baby, thisisthe idea.”

Then he kisses me, and even though I don’t mean to, I forget about everyone else.

His mouth slants over mine, hot and hungry, like we’ve been waiting all week to get back here. I groan as his tongue pushes into my mouth, and I meet him with the same filthy energy, grinding down on him with a quiet whimper as his hands snake around my hips and tighten on my ass, right in full view of the others.

There’s nothing slow about it. This kiss is all teeth and tongue and messy heat—like foreplay and flashback all rolled into one.

“Fuck,” he groans against my mouth, breaking just enough to speak. “Missed this mouth.”

“You’ve had it,” I pant back.

“Not enough.”

He kisses me again, deeper this time, his fingers digging into my ass, then into my thighs. The air’s thick with scent now—mine and his, mixing into something heady and want-soaked. I roll my hips, and his growl is immediate.

“Careful,” he mutters, biting my bottom lip. “You keep that up and I won’t stop at kissing.”

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