Page 49 of Rejected Sold Mate
Jayce didn’t look at them. His eyes were fixed on me, instead. “You’re perfect.”
I flushed, slapping his arm playfully. “Stop flirting.”
“No,” he nuzzled against me, catching my earlobe between his teeth. “Let’s sneak out of here. I’ve already met everyone, and if I have to learn another name, I think my brain is going to start leaking out of my ears.”
“We can’t just leave,” I chided him, “We’re the pack leaders.”
“Exactly,” Jayce kissed my jaw, oblivious to everyone around us. “We’re the leaders, we make the rules. It’s one of the perks. And if an Alpha wants to take his Luna home…”
His voice had dropped to a growl, and when I turned to him to tell him to just wait a little longer, he kissed me, and all of my complaints flew away like a flock of doves. We were off to the side of the gathering, but nowhere near hidden, and when Jayce kissed me, the world narrowed down to just the two of us.
When we finally came up for air, someone in the crowd whistled at us, and others laughed. Mortified, I hid my face in Jayce’s neck and said, “Fine, now that you've embarrassed me, get me out of here.”
When he grinned at me, it was predatory. “My plan worked perfectly, then. Let’s go.”
***
We said our goodbyes, I hugged all of my friends, and then we left...just like Jayce had schemed, apparently.
I wasn't actually annoyed with him, but it was fun to put on the act, just so he would try his darndest to make it up to me. My Alpha liked a challenge, and I liked to be catered to. I’d been lonely so much of my life that I happily drank in every little bit of love and luxury he offered me.
Once we were back at the house, I waved off his advances, but Jayce was relentless. I went to the kitchen to get a drink, but he came up behind me as I filled the cup of water. I giggled when he swept me up against him and sucked at the sensitive scentgland on my neck. I gasped, shivering, and he rumbled, “I know you want me. Stop playing hard to get, Omega.”
“I'm not, but it's been a long night, and I really do need a shower,” I turned in his grasp and pushed his chest lightly. He stepped back, letting me go, but I knew he wasn’t done hunting me yet.
I'd never get used to the way his gaze trailed after me when I walked, or the hunger that shone in his eyes, but I certainly wasn't complaining. But as much as falling into bed with him sounded amazing, my feet ached, and I wanted to be clean before things got too steamy. I told Jayce as much, but of course, he had an alternative.
“How about a bath?” he offered, a knowing look in his eyes. There were a few things I loved as much as a long soak.
“That would be wonderful,” I agreed, and followed him to our rooms. Sharing space with Jayce had been an adjustment, but slowly, I was adding my touches to the house, making it ours instead of simply his. A home, not just a house.
While the tub filled, I stripped off my clothes. I watched as he did the same, revealing his sculpted chest and the delicious V of muscle that disappeared below the waistband of his pants. The sight always made my mouth water, and he smirked, catching me staring.
“I can give you a show if you like,” he teased, and I flushed.
“Oh, no. I'm good. Just, uh, checking you out.”
“Good,” he echoed, “You're welcome to check me out anytime.”
It was a little embarrassing how quickly I went from cool and collected to a puddle, but Jayce's gaze was heavy, and it always had the ability to turn my knees to jelly.
I stepped into the steaming water slowly, humming in contentment at the heat, but my eyes were still fixated on my husband. He was watching me too, a promise in his gaze that told me anything I'd ever want, he'd give it to me. Once I was submerged, I leaned back and looked him over.
“Actually,” I said, conjuring my courage, buoyed by desire, “I changed my mind about the show.”
“Oh yeah?” Jayce asked, and the smirk on his face was absolutely feral. He undid the button on his pants and pulled the zipper down. “I don't have to tell you what happens next, do I?”
“God no,” I sighed, and then giggled, “I'm not that innocent, you know.”
“I do know,” he growled, and pulled his pants down his thighs, letting them fall and leaving him completely bare. “I’ve seen just how not-innocent you can be, mate.”
It was far from the first time I'd seen him nude, but every single time, the sight took my breath away. I swallowed, feeling heat curl between my legs, and he noticed. He always noticed, nostrils flaring as he scented me even through the water.
He took himself in his fist, lazily, because we had all the time in the world. The sight had me squirming, and when he pumped himself once, I couldn't take my eyes off his hand, hypnotized. Seeing his rock-hard length being stroked while he watched me had me lightheaded.
“Touch yourself, Rhie,” he instructed, and the low growl in his tone sent goosebumps racing across my skin.
I slid a hand between my thighs, sighing as my fingertips dipped into my folds, slick and wet for him. When his eyes followed my movements, he started moving his fist a little faster, grip a little tighter.
