“Sorry,” I say, but it’s a lie.
She doesn’t pull back. Instead, she presses her fingers against my mouth. My lips part on instinct, and then they’re in—slick-slick and salty-sweet, her taste blooming on my tongue in a way that makes every nerve in my body stand at attention.
“Fuck,” I mutter against her skin.
Her towel slips to the side as she grabs my shirt, tugging me forward onto the bed. I catch myself on my forearms, the scent rising in waves now that I’m right over her.
I can’t help it—I scent her. My nose skims her jaw, the curve of her throat, the line of her collarbone.
I drag in deep breaths like I’m drowning, and this is oxygen. It’s heady, intoxicating, everything an Omega in heat should be and more.
She’s already tugging at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Her fingers skate over my chest, nails dragging lightly, making my muscles jump.
“We can’t do this,” I say, the words scraping out of me like gravel.
“Make me come, please,” she whispers, voice breaking on the last word.
My restraint shreds another inch. I shift my knee, pressing my thigh between hers. The heat there is molten, her slick soaking through the cotton of her shirt, dampening my jeans.
She moves against me almost immediately, slow at first, then faster, chasing the friction like it’s the only thing tethering her to the bed. Her breaths go ragged, her hands gripping my shoulders hard enough to bruise.
I brace her hips with my palms, holding her steady as she rocks, the muscles in her thighs tightening around me.
Her head tips back, a moan spilling from her throat that’s nothing short of primal. And then she’s gone—spasming against me, her whole body shuddering as she comes.
The sound she makes lodges somewhere behind my ribs and refuses to leave.
I have to force myself back, peeling away from her heat like it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. My eyes find my shirt where it’s crumpled at the foot of the bed, but in my hurry, I leave it there.
I practically run for the door, the taste of her still on my tongue, my own body strung tight and aching.
Outside, the cool air hits me like a slap, but it’s not enough to clear her from my head.
I don’t know if anything will.
CHAPTER TEN
Wren
I sit therefor a long moment after the door shuts.
My heart is still racing, but not as intensely as it was a few minutes ago. My body feels… looser like a rubber band that’s finally stopped pulling against itself. The heat’s still there, simmering under my skin, but the edge is dulled.
I can’t believe that just happened.
I lie back for a second, staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying every second in fragmented flashes—his hands, the press of his thigh, the way he smelled when he leaned over me.
I’ve spent years telling myself I’d never let an Alpha near me like that. Never blur that line. And yet…
It helped.
And that’s dangerous.
I stretch my legs out, feeling the pull in my calves, the way my muscles hum like they’ve just been worked. I force myself upright, bare feet touching the floorboards, and shuffle toward the bathroom.
The cold shower is brutal at first, a shock straight to my bones, but I make myself stand under it until my breathing evens out and my skin stops feeling like it’s vibrating.
The water slides over me, rinsing away sweat, slick, and whatever was left clinging to me from Beau’s presence. It doesn’t scrub him out of my head.
