Page 62 of Want It All
This scent was sweet, too, like the toffee, but it was the kind of sweet that had layer upon complex layer. The kind of sweet that settled over your tongue until it coated your throat and when it was gone, you craved it, desperate for another hit of delicious burnt sugar with its undertone of butter and offset of salt.
My mouth started to water.
I was sniffing like a dog before I could stop myself, trying to catch more. My heart was beating in my ears and my alpha rose to the surface, howling at me to find its owner.Mine, my instincts roared, and my body listened, because I was weaving through the crowd of alphas like a shark through a school of fish – only I didn’t want to eat any ofthem.
I inhaled again. The scent was still in the air, but faint, as if its owner had been and gone.No, my instincts insisted.Mine. The owner of that scent couldn’t begone, because it was making my skin tingle and my blood rush around my body at speed.
I’d never felt anything like it.
My canines ached, pushing down through my gums as I caught another hint, closer to the maze. I paused at the entrance, breathing in deeply.
The scent was stronger there. Most of the alphas were in the garden, desperately searching for complementary scents. But the scent I was following – the scent that wasmine– was stronger in the maze, so I strode inside.
A few steps in, I was rewarded with another mouthful of salted caramel, and with it, the sudden and painful swelling of my cock.
I snarled wordlessly with need and prowled further into the maze.
It was pitch black, and it took my eyes a few moments to adjust. I followed the scent through the walls of lemon myrtle as if there was a rope pulling me forward, attached to my ribs, and someone was holding the other end, tugging. By the time I saw a faint light, my hands were shaking, and I realised the square of brightness was too wide for a phone, it was an eReader instead, and –
Byron fucking Griffithswas getting to his feet, his eyes almost comically wide in the faint light. He inhaled in surprise. ‘Grace? What –’
I saw the moment it dawned; he took another half-gulp of air, and his pupils blew out as he staggered.
‘Vanilla?’ he said, his voice half-incredulous and half a groan. ‘Your scent isvanilla? Are you fucking with me, Grace? I –’
I didn’t hear what he was going to say, because I closed the distance between us and seized two handfuls of his shirt, pulling him down so I could devour his mouth with mine, my tongue invading, searching for another hit of caramel. For a moment, his lips were soft with surprise, then he groaned again, wordlessly, and dropped his eReader on the ground so he could bunch his hands in my hair.
The kiss turnedhard.
I wanted to crawl beneath his skin, to take his heart in my hand and hold it, just to keep him close, so I knew that he was safe – and I wanted him to do the same thing to me. I wanted him simmering in my blood, wanted to breathe his every breath, to know what every inch of his body felt like beneath my hands and against my tongue.
I’d never felt like this before: so uncontrolled, so fuckingdesperate. His tongue swept over mine, hot and sweet, and my knees threatened to buckle. Our kiss was a clash, a furious battle of lips and tongues, so I tried to slow it down, to slant my mouth against his and show some shadow of skill, but it was impossible; I wanted him too badly. My body and my alpha were driving the show, and my mind was lurking somewhere beneath my instincts, lulled into quiescence by his scent.
When did he get so fucking perfect?some far-away part of me mused.When did he getirresistible?
I suspected he wasn’t either of those things, but biology was at play, and logic had flown far, far away.
He held me just as tightly as I grasped him, his hands tugging at my hair, one moving down to clamp hard on my waist, keeping me flush against his body. My hips were rollingshamelessly against him, chasing whatever friction I could find, my cock rock hard. From what I could feel, he was in a similar state; when I moved back, he made a wordless sound of protest and followed. I had the sudden notion that if I didn’t taste him I would die, so I broke the kiss and dropped to my knees.
‘Need you,’ I rasped, my hands going to his belt.
‘Fuck, yes,’ he hissed, and let me open him up like a present, shoving his jeans and trunks down until his cock sprang free.
Fuck. Me.
Sebastian was going to lose his mind.
I took him in hand, using my thumb to spread the precum beading at his slit over his head. His cock was beautiful, curving gracefully and carved with veins that begged tracing with my tongue. I did just that, listening to the music of his moans before throwing caution to the wind and swallowing down as much as I could manage.
I was going to need to practise if I wanted to take all of him.
‘Fuck, Grace,’ he swore, but held himself still, letting me work up and down, taking him further into my throat with every dip. I’d be hoarse and sore tomorrow, but I gave zero fucks as the taste of salted caramel covered my tongue and made my mouth water. I popped off his cock, panting and wiping the saliva off my chin, then looked up to see him staring down at me, his eyes wild.
‘What is this?’ he whispered, half-desperate, half-anguished. ‘Grace.Tristan. I don’t … Ineedyou.’
‘Yes,’ I said roughly, because Ineededhim, too. ‘Strip for me.’
His expression turned wary, and the air pulled tight between us. It was a risk, I knew, giving orders to another alpha, but we needed to sort this out now.
