Page 134 of Sweetheart: Part One

I was soaked, thank god, so he wouldn’t be able to tell if there was anything unusual about my arousal. The hormones I was taking reduced my slick, but there might be some biological omega tells, still.

He continued working me, his tongue finding my clit again. I still fisted his hair to stay upright, my breathing heavy as heat rose in my core.

Then he drew back, pumping his fingers in and out, and the sensation was dizzying. “Look at you, Baby Girl, coming apart over me like this, making those pretty sounds, just for me.

I couldn’t take my eyes from him, not sure why I was fighting the rising orgasm. I just didn’t want to come this fast. That would be like letting him win.

But he felt amazing, and I didn’t even quite understand it, looking down at him. Before this pack, no man I’d ever been with took care of me first.

“Say I’m growing on you.”

“I hate you,” I gritted out again.

It wasn’t deterring him, quite the opposite. I saw the challenge in his eyes when I said that, picking up his pace brutally and getting a whine from me.

We weren’t far from the living room, and for a moment, I wondered if the others would hear.

Fuuuckkk…

With more force than before, I grabbed his hair, using the small leverage I had against the wall to hold him against my centre, my legs tangling around his neck and back.

His growl rose in the air, and the fingers driving into me quickened, his other hand seizing my thigh and dragging me against him harder.

I came with a cry, still gripping his hair, panting over him. It lasted an age, his fingers not letting up until I was a shaking mess, unable to hold my precarious balance over him.

I came an embarrassing amount, actually. I was worried as he let me down, seeing the glistening dampness on his chin and neck.

My lips parted as he wiped his chin on his sleeve.

Shit.

But then his grip was on my hair, a growl in his chest as he tilted my chin up and kissed me, pinning me back against the wall with such passion that my feverish omega side would have gone for another round right then.

Despite everything between us, despite the fact that I did hate him, something loosened in my chest.

He wanted me.

He was fighting the same attraction I was, even if he didn’t know why.

When he drew back, he looked feral.

“I didn’t think it could get hotter than taunting Ebony,” he breathed. “But I’ll take you swearing you hate me while riding my face a million times over, Baby Girl.”

I could barely breathe, staring up at him.

Then he turned right back into the prick I was used to, flicking me on the nose. “I told you I’d convince you that you’d want me.”

I bit my lip, insecurities flooding me at last.

Would he expect me to stay tonight?

If I did, what would happen? I couldn’t handle a night of sleeping at the foot of his bed after that.

But before I could say anything, he turned and was crossing the room to his bathroom.

ROOK

The bathroom door slammed closed behind me, and I leaned against it, chest heaving.

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