Page 63 of Want It All
I knew what a complementary scent felt like; Sebastian was one. I knew the heady sense of connection, the pleasant shiver as one body recognised its link to another, thehunger.
This was entirely unfamiliar. I didn’t justwantByron; I wanted toconsumehim. I wanted to be under his skin, and for him to burrow beneath mine. I wanted to break down every barrier between us, to taste his blood as it flowed over my tongue after I sank my teeth into his neck. I wanted to mark him as mine, and be marked in return; I wanted every single person on the planet to know that I belonged to him, and him to me.
He was pack. But we weren’t just complementary. We were something Sebastian’s talk hadn’t covered.
We were a scent match.
And as scent-matched alphas, we needed to work out which one of us was in charge.
‘Strip for me,’ I said again, gently, my voice a caress. An invisible wall of dominance washed over me in response, so strong I stepped back.
He was stronger than me.
Byron was the dominant alpha of our pack.
I inclined my head, acknowledging the fact as my heart raced like a freight train, holding eye contact all the while.
Even if he was stronger, I still needed to be in charge.
He stared back – then pulled off his shirt.
I let out a shuddering breath, my eyes hot with unshed tears.
He’d ceded to me, and I’d give him the fuckingworldin return. Starting by making him come so hard he saw stars.
‘I need to be clear about what I want,’ I said, reaching out to trail my nails lightly over his skin, teasing. ‘I want to be inside you. Yes or no?’
‘Yes,’ he said hoarsely, immediately.
‘Have you done this before?’
‘Not for years,’ he answered, and I was suddenly murderous at the notion that someone else had beeninside my alpha. Because that’s what he was –mine. Entirely and forever. And I couldn’t bear the thought of some stranger touching him.
‘I need to be clear, too,’ he said, catching my wrist and holding it, his grip almost uncomfortably tight. He gazed at me with a mix of lust and rage. ‘I still fucking hate you, Tristan Grace.’
For the second time that night, the universe shifted around me. My stomach dropped and my throat closed over.Of course he hates you, I told myself.He hasn’t forgiven you for what you did to Rose.
I didn’t want him to hate me. I wanted him to feel the same desperate need for me that I felt for him. I wanted his universe to realign with Sebastian and I at its centre.
But I didn’t think I was going to get that, and I needed him so badly.
I reached out with my free hand and grasped his hip. ‘You don’t have to like me to fuck me.’ My voice was calm, though a thousand emotions were rampaging through me – guilt, shame, and regret not least of them. ‘You don’t have to like me to be my mate.’
He exhaled, his eyes closing for a moment before he pulled me forward and kissed me again, forcefully,angrily, tasting of paradise and resignation. ‘As long as we’re clear,’ he said, and bit my lip.
I pushed him down on the bench, making short work of his boots before wrestling his jeans down his muscled legs. My breath caught when I took him in, naked and fuckinggloriousbefore me, his cock jerking every time I touched his skin. I ran my hands up his legs, slowly,tortuously, watching him twitch and writhe until I took him in hand again and he swore, one arm falling across his face in the darkness. I worked his cock up and down as my free hand slipped between his legs.
He lifted his knees to make it easier, which earned him a quick suck, as much as I could manage, tears welling in my eyes as caramel spread over my tongue. I traced around his ass – hehissed in response – before I broke away to fish a small bottle of lube from my shorts pocket.
I’d been with Sebastian too long not to carry both lube and scent cancellereverywhere.
I made my fingers slick before I traced him again, circling and pressing until he was writhing on the bench, then pushing gently inside. His body resisted, so I waited for him to relax before pushing deeper, then withdrew to add another finger, gently stretching.
He was so fucking hot I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was that I needed to be inside him,now.
I looked up to see his eyes on my face. I couldn’t read his expression, but his cock was still rock hard. He didn’t hate what was happening in a physical sense, at least. I swallowed. ‘I don’t know how patient I can be.’
‘Does it look like I want you to take your fucking time?’ he said, reaching to fist his cock; precum glistened under his fingers. ‘I need you inside me so badly it feels like I’m dying. Fuck me already.’
