Page 99 of Pack Rivals, Part One

One of his hands comes to cradle the back of my neck and somehow he kisses me even deeper, his lips working against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, our breaths tangled together.

He presses me harder against his cock, bending his knees so he's right against my core. I can tell he is large, large and long. What would that be like? What would it feel like to have him inside me, thrusting and rutting me as hard as he is kissing me now? How would it feel to have his cock knotted deep inside me?

These thoughts combined with the friction he's giving me at the apex of my legs has a pulse pounding there.

"Hmmmm," I moan as if I'm eating the most delicious dessert on the planet.

He pulls back, hand still cradling my head. "All right, sweetheart?" He looks down at me. I must be a mess. My lips swollen from his kisses, my cheeks flushed, my hair tumbling loose from the pin securing it to my head. However, whatever he sees, he must like. I watch as the swirling mist of his irises are swallowed up by the midnight black of his pupils.

He purrs in satisfaction, a noise that has my body melting and slick rushing into my panties. His nose twitches. He chuckles. "I guess that's a yes. Can I take you home now?"

And all of a sudden it's too much – the way my body responds without my permission, the way it responds ten times faster and harder than it ever used to, the way I want him so very badly.

I'm out of control.

I'm not even on a date with this man.

"N-n-n-no. I … I can't."

"Can't?" He dips his head so our eyes are level, sinking me even deeper into those swirls of mist.

I rest my hand on his arm, tugging at it gently. "I can't just leave Axel and the others." The flicker of passion in his eyes leaves so quickly it's as if I've doused it with water. I squeeze his arm, not wanting to hurt him, if a man like Angel can even be hurt. "I can't just walk out on my dates."

"Even though they tricked you into it?"

"Even if they tricked me into it." He slides his hand from my neck, and immediately I miss the warm feel of it there. "Besides, this is … this is moving too fast for me."

"Really?" he growls, "because it's moving at just the right speed for me."

I wish he'd stop growling and purring and making all those crazy animalistic noises that dive straight to my core and have everything buzzing.

I open my mouth to argue and once again, he stops my mouth with his own. This time kissing me slowly, teasing me with his lips and his teeth, dragging my bottom lip between the rows of his teeth.

"Angel," I plead, begging for mercy.

"Yes, Omega?"

"Please, give me more time."

"I will," I sigh with relief against his lips, "if you tell me why. Why do you need it, little one?"

I open my eyes. "I told you everything is new and different since I presented as –"

"No, that's not it. That's not the reason. Why do you need time? Why are you resisting this?"

"My heart," I confess. "It's slowly mending. I can't risk it being shattered again so soon after."

"What happened to your heart?" he whispers, pressing his hand against my chest, at the point where my heart pounds against my ribs.

"He broke it," I confess, hoping he won't ask me to tell him more.

He seems to sense my reluctance, searching my eyes then kissing me gently on my forehead. "Okay, sweetheart, you need more time. I'll give it to you."

We stand there catching our breaths, his lips still pressed to my forehead and my racing heart calming.

Finally, he says, "It's very hard not to kiss you again, sweetheart, so I think it best we get back to the party."

I nod and he peeks his head around the corner.

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