Page 44 of Pack Scratch Fever
Badly.
I press my hands against his chest and look up at him with my lips parted. His lips are swollen from kissing, and my inner Omega purrs in delight.
We marked him.
I lean in to chase his mouth again.
This is nothing like the last time I kissed someone. Nothing like the closed off, passionless kisses I’ve received, or the brutal tongue lashings that other Alphas thought were attractive.
Nothing like that awful Heat spent in that musty hotel room.
I can’t stop kissing him, desperate for more of his taste, and when my tongue touches his, he lets out a deep, desperate groan.
I can practicallyfeelhis self-control snap. He backs me up until I’m pressed against the driver’s side of my car, his mouth carefully licking and tasting every inch of me. He lets out a desperate noise, then pulls away quickly, his breathing heavy.
“Tell me to stop,” he breathes. “I didn’t want to do it this fast—tell me to stop. Tell me not to touch you until I’ve begged for it. Until I’veearnedit.”
His words send a shockwave to my core, and I tremble in his hold.
I’ve never had this much power over a man before, and it’s making my head spin.
This is the best I’ve felt inyears.
I grind against him, feeling his erection through his jeans press against my stomach, and I moan in delight.
I’m soaking wet, and my scent permeates the air, lemon and mint swirling with his chamomile.
My cunt clenches, and my nipples ache to be touched.
I know Avery’s right, though. This could be much more delicious drawn out.
Once we get to know each other better.
Once hebegs.
I am drunk with power, with the knowledge that I did this to him.
“Stop,” I breathe, pushing at his chest. “For now.”
He steps back from me, and we stare at each other, panting.
“I need to go,” I say, despite the fact that everything in me screams to stay in this parking lot andtake.
Avery nods, his jaw clenched. “You deserve better than a quick orgasm in a parking lot,” he grits through his teeth. The outline of his cock is thick and huge, pressing against the confines of his denim, and my mouth waters at the sight. “I didn’t come out here to do this to you,” he promises me. “Please, please believe me. I want it…fuck, I want you, but I don’t want the first time I make you come to happen here.”
I let out a moan at his words, and he closes his eyes and sighs.
“You smellincredible,” he groans, taking another step back. “The things I want to do to you I can’t do here.”
My mating gland aches under my shirt, desperate to be bitten.
“I want to earn it,” Avery pleads. “And I can’t properly worship you here.”
There’s no way this man is real.
This sweet-smelling, gentle Alpha with a compassionate heart wants toworshipme?
“Okay,” I breathe, unable to take my eyes off him, shocked at what he’s saying.
