Page 25 of Claiming Xan
Not for food…“Yeah.”
“Let’s grab some lunch and joyride the backroads for awhile,” he said. “I’m not in the mood to deal with Mom today.”
I had picked up on the fact that Gracie had been agitated lately. No doubt she expected me to pounce on her son in his time of need, and damn if that wasn’t tempting. I was trying so hard to be good, when I wanted to be buried deep inside of Xan’shot little body. Filling him full of cum, before finger-fucking it back into him while Xan whimpered.
I felt myself getting hard and quickly flipped the station in my brain to something—anything—else, but I couldn’t escape the smell trapped in the car. I rolled down the window a few inches and stuck my nose out to get some fresh air. It was the only way I could actually breathe.
We ended up getting burgers and fries and ate them in the lot of the local park. Once we’d finished, I noticed Xan smiling coyly at me. My heart jack-hammered, and when Xan leaned over to kiss me, it took everything inside of me to push him away.
“Xan. No. We can’t,” I gritted out.
Xan pouted. “Why not?”
“Because.” I swallowed. “I’m not… I don’t feel like I’m in control right now. I don’t want to do anything I’ll regret later.”
Xan stared at me, but nodded slowly, sinking back into his seat. He looked like a kicked puppy. A growl burst free from my chest as I fisted my hands in my hair. “I want to,” I uttered. “I fucking want it more than anything, but—fuck. Your mom…”
He sighed. “She’ll get over it eventually.”
“You really think that?” I countered. “Because I don’t. I’ve seen the way she looks at me. Judging me. Watching and waiting for me to step out of line so that she can flay me open. I’m trying to be good, but you make it so hard.” I groaned and scrubbed a hand over my face. “You smell sogood.”
And it was only going to get worse.
“It’s fine,” Xan said. “I get it.” He was disappointed, though, I could tell, and the drive back home was a quiet one. No chatter. No music.
The minute we got back, I retreated to my room and sank down on the bed, gripping my hard cock in one hand. Manhandling myself. Fuck.
I dropped my head and started jerking off, imagining what might’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped Xan. If we’d made out and started touching and groping. Would Xan have slipped out of his clothes and straddled my lap? Would he have sank down on my cock until I was completely sheathed inside the Omega’s hot body? Would I have fucked him the way we both needed? The way my wolf ached to knot him and fill him with our scent, to mark him for everyone—including the Alpha—to smell.
What was it about Xan that drove me wild? Was it the fact that he was off limits?
Or was it because he was the only goddamn person in this pack that treated me like I was human? The only one who’d taken the time to look past my flaws and my growly exterior and get to know me? Who acted like he cared?
I fantasized what it would’ve been like to fuck Xan, hearing his soft moans and squeals as I pumped into him, my knot swelling tighter and tighter until I buried myself in deep and filled him. Xan’s head thrown back in a cry of bliss as his cock jerked and twitched, splattering my chest with ropes of milky cum. The way I would’ve kissed his soft pants away as he clung to me, heady and dizzy with pleasure.
Mine…
I came with a growled-out grunt, harder than I’ve came in weeks. All because of Xan-fucking-Howell.
Damn it, I was so sunk.
15
XAN
My heat hitme like a freight train going one-hundred and sixty miles per hour, and damn it, I wasn’t ready.
I woke up horny as hell, dry-humping my body pillow just for a little bit of relief. Of course, there was none. I clenched my ass as warm slick leaked out to soak my underwear, and I knew there was no going back.
After rubbing one out to slake off the immediate need, I grabbed my cell phone off the bedside table and texted Shay.Hey. It’s here.
Shay instantly replied with,Pack a bag and come over. We rearranged the craft room. Donovan put one of those blow-up mattresses in there, which I know isn’t much, but at least you’ll have some privacy. Just bring what you need.
I groaned and scrubbed at my face with both hands. I didn’t particularly want to spend the week of my heat at my friends’ place, fucking myself silly with dildos and vibrators. What I wanted was to spend the week in bed with a certain Alpha.
Yeah, a certain Alpha who turned you down…But I couldn’t quit thinking about how good River felt against me in the carthat night at the drive-in, and how much I yearned to feel his big, strong body pinning me down and fucking me. Breeding me. Filling me with his cum.
God, it made me ache, and I jerked off again to the thought of River’s hands all over me, touching and groping me, twisting my nipples and finger-fucking my slick hole. I wanted him so damn bad.
