Page 38 of The Beast's Betrayed Mate
“I’m not a commodity,” she remarked.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
The statement came out much fiercer than he intended for it to, but he meant it. He was never going to let anyone lay so much as a goddamn finger on her. His wolf growled within him, on his side in the matter, and he knew they would fight for her until their last breath. He didn’t want to make quite so grandiose a declaration.
For a second she looked as though she’d heard it. Or perhaps she’d seen it. Had his eyes flashed yellow again.
Then her mouth was on his.
His mind became consumed by her the following instant. The rest of the world melted away; the only thing that mattered was her. He pulled her to him, stroking his hand down her braid, pulling on the hairband and loosening the blonde locks. He shook the braid out with his fingers so that he could run them through her hair.
She pulled back to look at him.
“How long have you wanted to do that?” she asked.
“A while,” he admitted.
She smiled. She’d never braided her hair in college, so she’d know that he’d wanted to do it since the second she stepped through the doors at work. And he had. That stupid braid had been cause for more vexation than some of the bigger research issues he was handed.
“I want to do this,” she murmured, kissing him again.
Her tongue prodded and licked his until his breathing was heavy with rising desire. He was getting hard in his jeans, aching for her. There was no CCTV. There was no one to interrupt them.
“What if… Jay… decides to get some work done on his… day off?” he panted, kissing her neck and shoulder, sliding his hands under her blouse and up her back.
“He won’t,” she reassured. “He doesn’t do overtime.”
“Never?”
“Never,” she confirmed.
“How modern of him,” Peter smirked, making her giggle before kissing him again, humming in agreement but also letting him know there should be less talking, more touching.
He couldn’t think, didn’t know what he wanted or where he yearned to put his hands. Breasts, ass, hair. Keeping them against her back to press her to him… He didn’t know exactly what he needed to have happen, only that he wanted to keep feeling her skin underneath his fingertips. So, he slipped them from her back and across her stomach, further up until he cupped one breast, his mind a mess of impressions and longing to have her heat around him.
“Are we seriously having sex here?” she breathed against his mouth, one hand groping its way across his erection, making him hope she was joking.
“Youkissedme,” he growled, grabbing her by the ass and scooting her over to straddle him.
She rolled her hips against him, but they were both still wearing jeans and pants, and they were going to have to take them off. She rolled her hips again, and he leaned his head back with a groan. She was going to make him fucking come in his jeans.
Twenty minutes. That’s how long they had.
They could do a lot in twenty minutes. But they’d have to be quiet.
He pushed her hair behind her shoulders, attacking her neck with his mouth while she continued to grind down on him. He really couldn’t take it much longer and had a feeling she knew. He was surprised at this side to her. She really loved knowing what she wanted and going for it. He wondered if he was measuring up, but then he smiled at even doubting that he did. He could smell exactly how well he measured up, her pheromones and arousal like a perfume cloud around her.
It was intoxicating.
He couldn’t tell how much longer she meant for him to take her dry humping him like they were teenagers tucked away in a closet. He was struggling to catch his breath and if she wanted him to come without even entering her then she wouldn’t have to work very hard for it.
He was close.
But then she got to her feet, thankfully unable to take the lack of proper friction since he really wanted to hear her moaning in his ear again. She unbuttoned her pants.
“This is fucking crazy,” she said with conviction.
He had no argument. He also couldn’t care less.
