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“No. I have no idea. Or even what you meant by mate? I’m the…Alpha’s mate?” I try to recall Sherry’s exact words.
Across from me, Sherry’s pretty face pales. She takes a deep breath and then straightens. “You smell so good. Like a wild spring meadow, but you’re human, aren’t you?”
I don’t have time to respond to that bizarre accusation because she runs over to the table where she dropped the card reader, grabs it up and jets out of the room before I can ask her another question. I run after her.
“Wait. Wait a minute,” I shout, but by the time I get to the hallway, Sherry’s disappeared. Even worse, the door behind me begins to close. I stick my foot out to keep it from closing, but I’m too slow and it shuts anyway. “Dammit. My keycard is inside.”
After a few minutes of beating the door in frustration and waving my hand around all sides, I give up. There’s no getting back inside. Without much hope, I locate the door to the stairwell I first came down. Of course, it doesn’t budge.
I start walking down the hall, hoping I can find something other than doors that won’t open for me, but it’s strangely quiet. I guess if this is all employee housing then it makes sense no one would be around. Everyone’s working.
I stalk down until I come to an intersection. Sounds from the left catch my attention. A short jaunt down this new hallway leads me to a huge solarium-type room lined with floor-to-ceiling glass panels. Just beyond the panels, there’s a group of bodies standing around in a semi-circle.
A door is cracked open, and the shouts of the people outside filter through. I hurry over in case it whisks closed and dart outside.
No one notices me. They’re too intent on the action in front of them—whatever it is. A small sign post says “Station 1.” I could run around to the front and attempt to leave, but I find myself creeping forward, trying to find a split in the crowd so I can see what’s grabbing their attention.
As I inch forward, the crowd begins to part until a whole space is opened leading directly to two men grappling in the dirt. Grappling isn’t the right word. The two men are pounding each other. It’s like an UFC fight on steroids. One heavily muscled man drives an elbow into the six-pack abs of the other, who barely flinches at the blow that would likely result in my stomach being driven up into my throat. The man on the bottom retaliates by somehow kicking his legs and jumping into a standing position. The two circle each other, eyeing each other’s throats.
It’s then I realize who one of the fighters is. It’s Garrett!
Holy shit on a cracker, the man is fine. His physique would put Chris Hemsworth’s Thor to shame. His biceps are huge. His chest is massive. His stomach is so perfectly taut and muscled it could have been chiseled out of granite.
My eyes follow a dark line of hair from his belly button as it disappears into his shorts. Hello, happy trail. Nice to see you again.
I gulp as my gaze wanders even lower. He’s wearing some kind of tight dark underwear that does nothing to hide the huge package that he’s sporting. The dick on this man could split me apart, but what a way to go.
I’m so intent on the action that I don’t notice the murmuring and pointing beside me.
“Hello, there. Aren’t you an interesting morsel?” A shaggy-haired man next to me says. He leans down and takes a big sniff of my hair.
I jerk away. These folks are really into smelling people. Another guy bumps me on the left. “Wow, you smell amazing. Who are you?”
He lifts a hank of my hair. I hear a roar and then see a body flying.
“Don’t fucking lay a finger on my mate’s hair!” I hear someone bellow.
A hand on my wrist jerks me out of the pack and drags me toward the door of the solarium.
“Wait! Wait!” I shout, trying to wrench out of Garrett’s grasp. “You’re going too fast!”
He stops abruptly and spins around, catching me in his arms before I ram my nose into his back. Before I can issue another protest, he swings me up and over his shoulder into a fireman’s carry.
With one broad arm clamped around my legs, he strides forward, muttering to himself. “I tried leaving her alone. I tried to do the right thing, but now it’s too late.”
Too late for what?
“Hey, let me down, you jerk!” I wiggle and push, but it’s like pressing against a statue. A hot, incredibly sexy statue with the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen on a man. I’m starting to feel lightheaded from all the blood rushing to my head, or it could be from staring at those cheeks flex under thin, clingy fabric just inches away from my face.
My nipples tingle in response and harden against his back. His shoulder bone bumps against my core with each step. The gentle friction is torture. I want to moan at the sensations. A pulsing ache has started deep inside, and my pussy feels slick and hollow. This is my body’s way of punishing me for going without sex way too long. I’m turned on by incidental contact.
Thank goodness he can’t tell I’m aroused. That’s one benefit of being a girl.
He stiffens, and his stride falters. Beneath me, I can feel his chest hollow and then fill as he inhales. “Christ. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
I raise a fist to my hand to hide my moan. Somehow he knows I’m excited. He can smell me. From the way he tightens his grip on my legs, it’s not a bad thing either.
He stops abruptly, and I think he will let me down but instead rubs his face against my hip, growling softly. A bolt of lust shoots through me, and I lean against his face. I gasp in shock when I feel a gentle but definite bite on the fleshy side of my ass.
I’ve never been into biting before, but that one act has made me nearly frantic with lust. I am incredibly turned on, more than I’ve ever been in my life, and if he doesn’t fuck me in the next ten seconds I will die.
What is happening to me? Somehow he must have picked up on my need because he groans, “I have to have you, right now.”
He sets me down abruptly, but before I can protest, his mouth covers mine. It’s not a kiss, it’s a claiming. I’ve never been touched like this before. His hands grip my face, angling it perfectly for his invasion. His tongue sweeps inside, licking every crevice. He tastes like the forest. I grab his wrists, not to pull him away but to hang on so that I don’t lose everything in this embrace. But I’m too late. Already my entire being is focused on chasing a release of the tension he’s building. The world spins once again.
Spurred by my wholehearted response, he swings me into his arms without breaking contact. He sprints down the hall, and it seems to take forever before he stops at a door and he fumbles it open. A few quick strides and suddenly I’m flying through the air before I land and bounce atop a huge bed. I barely register the chocolate-brown cover on the bed before Garrett literally pounces, kneeling and straddling my body as he stares down at me with glittering, golden eyes.
His skin is pulled tight across his cheekbones, and his chest is heaving. I can barely tear my eyes away from the huge bulge distorting the front of his shorts. My mouth goes dry as I stare. Holy shit, if I thought his package was big before, it’s practically obscene now. And that’s with his shorts constricting him!
A light sheen is on his chest, highlighting those incredible muscles, and my hands itch to caress him. I raise my hand to touch him, but he suddenly moves, growling, and rips my shirt down the front. Buttons fly everywhere, and I cry out, startled.
Before I can even protest the destruction of my shirt, his hands are on my breasts, caressing and squeezing, lifting them out of the satiny cups. I immediately arch into his hands, moaning in pleasure as he rubs my nipples between his callused fingers. “Mine,” he mutters and then leans down and captures
a nipple with his mouth, sucking strongly. I feel like I could come from just his mouth on my breast, it feels so good.
When he lifts his head I try to tug him back, but he resists, moving off the bed. What the heck? Did he change his mind again?
He grabs my legs and pulls. Suddenly I’m sliding to the edge of the bed, my legs hanging off the side. He drops to his knees between my legs, and I know what’s coming. I’m barely coherent enough to wonder if his rug is as cushiony as mine before he pushes my skirt up and rips away my panties, tossing them to the side.
His impossibly broad shoulders force my legs wide, and I can feel my pussy folds parting for him. His face leans close until he’s nuzzling my pussy with his lips and nose. He inhales deeply. “Incredible,” he murmurs, and I whimper at the sensation of his breath on me. “Your scent is even more enticing here. But I bet you taste even better than you smell.”
I want to ask what’s with his obsession with smell but am completely distracted when I feel his fingers gently part my folds, exposing my swollen inner flesh. His mouth comes down, and his tongue plunges deep inside. My body arches off the bed, and I scream, the pleasure nearly unbearable. He growls “mine” against my pussy, and his tongue burrows deep before he starts lapping, licking my sensitive inner walls. His tongue is slightly raspy, and the friction is nearly too much as I squirm in a frenzy of pleasure.
He clamps his hands on my hips to hold me still as he laps my clit with his rough tongue, and then he sucks it into his mouth. My body tightens and then explodes as this additional torment sends me over the edge. I come hard against his mouth, screaming my pleasure as waves of sensation crash through me.
He continues to lick and suck, extending the pleasure until I feel it starting to build in intensity again and I’m nearing another climax. But before I can come again, he stops and flips me over onto my hands and knees. He gently pushes my upper back until my ass is up in the air and I’m down on my elbows. I look over my shoulder and gasp.
