Page 38 of Begrudgingly Yours
“Hate,” I repeat, my blood boiling. I’ll show him a strong emotion if he wants one so fucking bad. I walk closer to him. “Well, you got your fucking wish. Ihateyou for this. I was annoyed by you, besotted with absolute loathing because of how attracted I was to someone so fuckingarrogant.” I huff out a breath. “You made me hate myscent match, and now I’ll have to live with every memory of that for the rest of my life. That’s fuckingtorture.”
“Rory,” he says, taken aback. “I didn’t think about it like that. I didn’t mean to?—”
“I know,” I hiss at him, getting so close to him that I can feel his breath on my face. “You didn’t think about what I needed at all. You’re supposed to be my person.”
“Hey, I didn’t?—”
“No, you didn’t.”
I sigh and I can see the second he’s flipped the script, his eyes darkening as his scent sizzles in the air between us.
“I wanted to give youeverything,” he howls, but yet he still doesn’t reach out to touch me. There’s such little space between us, my chest almost brushes his in an illicit touch. “Butfuck, I couldn’t even give you the scent match introduction that you fucking deserved. I amnothing.”
“Shut up.” I say the words but they’re barely above a whisper. I don’t think he would’ve heard me if he wasn’t right in front of me.
“No, I can’t. Because I come from literal toxins thatsomehow procreated, Rory.” He shakes his head. “I should have stayed on my blockers.”
“Do you think this makes this any easier for me? Watching you self-deprecatingly shit talk everything that you are?” I say to fight the emotions stirring deep within me. “If you’re so fucking bad for me, prove it.”
“What?” He rears back, just enough that I can breathe slightly.
“Prove it to me. Say that we’ll never work. Tell me I’m not the omega for you. Tell me I’m not pretty enough. Shove a drink down your throat and then say what a fucking drag it is that I’m the one the universe has stuck you with.”
Then he’s back, glaring into my eyes with a new purpose. “What are you talking about? Everything I’m talking about has to do withme, not you. You’re everything.”
“But that’s not your choice to make!” I yell, gripping his shirt with my hand to pull him closer. “That’s my whole point! You took that from me.”
“Would you have made a different choice?” he asks, his voice simmering back to calm as he leans in closer. “Would you have let me in? Told me that the way I reacted back then was okay?”
“Stop,” I say in a hushed tone. His eyes dart to my lips for a second.
“Are you really mad at me, Rory?” he asks, seeing right through me. His scent darkens with his tone, and a single whiff of it feels like I’m getting a fix. “Am I the one who took your choice away? Or was it something else? Because you have one now, and you’re still not taking it.”
My blood boils, but that heat travels right to the apex of my legs. “I hate you,” I seethe.
“Do you?” Jett smirks, and I realize the mask is back on butonly halfway. This role he plays, the confidence it stirs, it wasn’t just for my benefit. It’s a coping mechanism. “Prove it.”
I think my omega takes over my body because the next thing I know my lips are on his and there’s a whole new kind of fever spreading through my body. It swelters in my chest and spreads throughout my limbs as Jett responds with just as much intensity.
He picks me up like it’s nothing and my legs immediately wrap around his waist. There’s nothing else going through my head, just this desperate urge to mate with my alpha, and although that thought should frighten me, it sends a need that I’ve never felt before right through my entire body. Our hands grip each other, grazing every piece of skin that we can possibly find, and when my back hits the soft surface of the couch, I don’t stop to think before ripping his shirt off his body.
I practically blink and all of our clothes are off, but there’s no time for admiring his body because then he’s there, dominating my mouth with his tongue even though I’m putting up the best fight of my life. There’s an inkling in the back of my mind that I could fight with him like this for the rest of my life and I’d be the happiest omega to ever live.
But then his fingers twist my nipple and I realize that’s the farthest from the truth. I needmore.
“Fuck.More.” I let the curse slip out as he kisses down my neck, nipping and tonguing his way down to my chest. “Alpha.”
Jett growls against my breast. “My lovely omega.” He nips at my nipple just as soon as I feel something hard rubbing between my legs. “Tell me.”
“Fuck. You.” I pull my hips up and drag myself against him, refusing to give in to his silent demand to beg.
He chuckles almost sinisterly before sliding himself between me and groaning at the slick that’s pooled there. Helets out a curse himself before thrusting in, not willing to wait long enough for me to even beg.
I smirk at the small victory, but it doesn’t last long as he pistons his hips just right and starts to pound away before I can even get my bearings.
My omega fucking loves it, and I let out a cry that’s been trying to escape the entire time this alpha has been in our space. My nails dig into his shoulders as I hold onto him, my mouth agape as I let the wave of euphoria build and build.
He kisses me again, and I nip his lip in return, trying to find some kind of control, but he loosely grips my neck in his hand and stares into my eyes. “Omega,” he roars and it turns into a moan. “Mine.You’re mine.”
