Page 18 of Follow the Rhythm
Jess bit her lip, then kissed me again as I plunged my finger inside her. She clenched around me, sucking on my tongue as I curled my finger up, caressing the spot I already knew drove her crazy.
My lips found her throat again. Her scent was so thick, so sweet, all for me. Jess clenched me even harder when I scraped my canines gently across her skin. It would be so easy to bite.
I used my thumb to stroke her clit until she came, whimpering, her pussy pulsing around my fingers and slick dripping down my wrist.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I pulled away. I stumbled backward until I hit the opposite counter and gripped it tightly. The space between us throbbed with tension.
Jess looked as shaken as I felt. She had kicked off her shorts, and the sight of her in those fucking knee-high boots, her pussy gleaming and pink, nearly killed me. The gold flecks in her eyes caught the light as she held my gaze. She didn’t speak, so I broke the silence.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yep. All good over here. You?”
I nodded. “Fine.”
We panted, five feet apart.
“Could you pass me those shorts?” she asked almost politely, nodding at where they’d fallen near my feet. I tossed them to her. She pulled them on as quickly as possible.
“You were going to bite me, weren’t you?”
“No, absolutely not,” I said quickly.
“Liar. I was about ten seconds from letting you. Which is very off-brand for me.”
My heart pounded as triumph and terror fought for dominance. I had stopped myself, had kept control. That was what mattered. I wouldn’t think about what might have happened if Jess hadaskedfor a bite, or even pleaded like she had during her heat when my knot was locked inside her, her pussy pulsing on me as we came over and over and over. I gripped the counter harder.
“I should’ve known better. And Austin was right,” Jess groaned, pushing off her hands to wrap her arms around her waist.
“Who the fuck is Austin?” I growled. My Alpha was too close to the surface.
“My very platonic friend, not that it’s any of your business,” Jess replied with a hint of her usual attitude.
“Okay. This platonic friend. What were they right about?”
“That the ‘friends with benefits’ concept doesn’t work between Alphas and Omegas. They said we’d end up bonded, and based on this situation, they were right. Which Ihate,” she said. “I underestimated the whole scent compatibility thing, obviously.”
I considered that. It was true that a scent had never affected me as deeply as hers. “I’ve had repeat clients before, so I thought I could handle it.” I mused.
Jess’s face twisted, her lip curling in a snarl. “Please don’t talk about fucking other people right now,” she growled.
I raised my hands in surrender. Jess took a few deep breaths. “Sorry,” I murmured, even while my heart leapt at the thought of her being jealous.
“I shouldn’t be surprised. Being an Omega has fucked up every other part of my life, so why should I expect to do normal things like hook up with hot idiots?” She hopped down from the counter, her arms still wrapped around her waist.
“What about tooth caps?” I offered a bit desperately, ignoring the “hot idiot” remark. My dick didn’t want to give up so easily.
“Can you afford to buy them over the counter? Cause I definitely can’t,” Jess said.
I shook my head. Heatsync provided the medical-grade teeth caps for their Alphas, and they were not cheap or reusable. There were more affordable versions, but I didn’t want to trust my future to a knock-off piece of silicone.
“I think our arrangement was doomed from the start.” Jess mimed wiping away a tear.
“We controlled ourselves. We just have to be more careful.”
Jess rolled her eyes. “Can you honestly say you would have controlled yourself if I were begging for a bite as you fucked me? Or if it was your knot inside me, rather than just your finger?”
Just the thought of sinking inside her again had me clutching the countertop behind me like a lifeline. Jess raised an eyebrow.
