Page 36 of Want It All
My breasts pressed against his ribs, and he nudged a thigh between my legs. Heat shot through me and my arms linked behind his neck without me telling them to; he bent until his forehead was pressed to mine.
I was hot – too hot – but I didn’t care, because Sebastian was close, his breath smelled like sangria, and one of his hands spanned over my back, pressing me closer.
I licked my lips without thinking; his pupils blew out as he stared at my mouth. ‘I can’t even scent you, and I still want to eat you alive,’ he murmured, his lips brushing over my ear. I shivered, my knees going weak; if I hadn’t been leaning on him, I would have staggered.
I knew that this was stupid. I knew that there was only so much my blockers and suppressants could take before they began to fail. Iknewthat I was in a room full of alphas, and that I was putting myself in danger.
I kissed him anyway.
His lips were still for a moment before he moved and they moulded to mine. He tasted sweet,sosweet, with a cherry aftertaste to the fruit and red wine. It was a combination that I wanted to drink down, and I sighed into his mouth when his tongue flicked my lip.
My mouth slanted and I opened for him properly, our tongues touching. He moaned and pressed me closer, his free hand sliding to cup my ass. Arousal jolted through me at the touch,and my brow was sticky with sudden sweat, but I didn’t care because Sebastian Worthy was kissing me as if he really did want to devour me whole.
His hard chest crushed my breasts as he pressed even closer, one hand moving to tangle in my hair. I couldn’t have escaped if I’d wanted to, but I couldn’t think of a single thing I wanted less. I wanted my mouth on his for hours – days, weeks – and to have his hands on my skin and his heart against my body, to have the strange pull I felt in my chest eased by his closeness. I shifted my weight, then went still as something pressed against me.
He was hard.
He was hard forme.
The realisation was too much; I should have known it would be too much. I gasped into his mouth even as my core flared with new heat and I felt a familiar heaviness as slick began to gather between my thighs.
He jolted back, his nostrils flaring, andfuck, I wished I was dreaming, wished I was wrong, but I caught the faintest hint of my natural perfume in the air.
‘Rosebud –’ he said hoarsely, but I couldn’t respond, because someone was wrapping me in a hoodie – one a few times too large for me – and I suddenly found myself cradled in a strong pair of arms, my face pressed into a broad chest covered in a black t-shirt.Alpha, my instincts sighed, and I relaxed, because he was striding out of the First Year Library with me held close, growling savagely when a third-year student got in our way.
I whimpered, trying to press my thighs together to ease the ache between them. He tightened his hold as we passed the security alphas, and the omega in me liked that very much.
Alpha, my instincts said again.
I pressed my face into his chest, trusting that he was taking me somewhere safe – somewhere he could give me what I needed.
And what I needed right now was for someone to fuck me until I screamed.
‘Alpha,’ I begged, my voice muffled; I wasn’t really sure what I was begging for. I peeked out sideways, recognising the corridor; he was taking me to my room. That was fine; he could come into my bed-nest. I hoped he’d let me ride him. Some alphas got funny about omegas being on top; the heat alphas had never let me be anything but face-down beneath them.
I didn’t think Byron would be like that.
I whined, pressing my thighs together again, shifting restlessly in his arms.
‘Fuck, omega,’ he growled, as I felt more slick gather. ‘Fuck.Fuck.’
He stopped, then set me down gently before my own door.
‘Open it, Rose,’ he said, his voice gravelly, as if he was grinding his teeth.
I fished inside the hoodie for my dress pocket, finding my swipe card and opening the door, my hands trembling. ‘Alpha –’
‘Lock it behind you withallthe locks, okay? The deadlock as well as the chain. Then turn the air purifier on high, sweetheart.’
I paused, one foot through the doorway. ‘What do you mean?’
He was coming with me – wasn’t he?
‘I only caught a hint of your scent, Rose, but fuck … You’re sweet. Sweet and rich and … I didn’t catch enough to place it.’ He ran one hand through his hair, frustrated, while the other covered his nose and mouth. ‘I only caught a hint, but it’s driving me insane. And I might not be the only one, omega. If you don’t want your neck covered in bites, lock the door, beautiful. Please.’
He wasn’t coming with me.
I whined again, but this time, it was with hurt. ‘You’re leaving? But I need –’
