I walk through the club, keeping my eyes on a swivel. I scent the air until I find that scent I’ve come to crave. The hoodie back home still has his scent on it. I’ve put it into a plastic bag to keep the scent fresh for as long as possible.
Raspberry tea.
I follow it onto the dance floor. When my eyes finally land on him, everything inside of me locks up. My feet are stuck to the floor as I watch him dance. There’s a man behind him, with his hands on Sookie’s hips. The two of them sway back and forth.
Jealousy seethes inside of me. My alpha is throwing a fit, growling about how Sookie isours. I want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted someone before.
I swallow thickly before moving again, stepping into Sookie’s space. I growl softly, just barely audible over the thumping music. Sookie’s eyes snap open before they widen, taking me in.
Then, a pleased smile stretches across his lips. That’s all I need to see before I’m grabbing him by the belt loops and tugging him forward, away from the guy behind him.
Sookie’s hands wrap around my neck, tugging on the strands of hair he finds there. My entire body is synced with his, burning so hot I’m worried the two of us might combust. Everything around us seems to fall away, fading into the background until it’s just me and him.
Sookie is even more beautiful in person, his scent better which I didn’t think was possible. I just barely keep myself from burying my face against his throat just so I can scent him straight from the source. Instead, I keep my eyes locked on his face, just taking him in.
He’s a bit shorter than me, probably standing at about six foot. His hair is a beautiful chocolate color, swooping perfectly around his ears and forehead. The perfect length to bury my hands in and pull.
Sookie’s eyes are brown, staring at me, taking me in the same way I’m taking him in. His body is toned against my own. He’s strong and beautiful and everything I’ve ever thought about when I think about a future partner. Not that I’ve thought abouta future with someone before but when it comes tohimI feel weirdly hopeful. I feel so many things I’ve never felt before.
“Kei,” Sookie says and my name from his lips threatens to bring me to my knees. I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore. I feel more alpha than man, instincts rising up inside of me until they’re as loud as the music around us.
“Gods,” I say, unable to find any other words. Sookie just smirks at me before stepping even closer. Our fronts collide and my hands move away from his belt loops to hold his hips properly. One hand slides up his back, feeling his toned muscles, feeling the heat radiating from under his shirt.
I’m so hard that it hurts. I’m so turned on it’s hard to think of anything butSookie, Sookie, Sookie.
Sookie runs his nose over my jaw until his mouth is right at my ear. Despite the heat all around us, I can’t help but shiver.
“I’m glad you found me, Kei,” Sookie says, right against my ear. I bite my bottom lip to keep myself from doing something ridiculous like moaning while we’re in public. “None of these other guys would have been as good.”
I growl, unable to stop myself. “If you’re taking someone home, it better be me.”
“You gonna make it worth my time?”
Instead of answering, I rub our necks together where our scents are the strongest. It’s such an intimate thing yet I’m brazenly doing it right here, in front of everyone. I hear Sookie take a shaky breath, his hands tightening against the back of my neck.
I pull back and look down at him. Our eyes lock onto each other. “Take me home and find out.”
Sookie takes my hand and starts dragging me out of the club.
Chapter Seven
Shiloh
How the fuck haveI gotten myself into this situation? Fuck. When it comes to Kei, I find myself asking that question over and over again. How has he sucked me in so thoroughly? Why do I want him so desperately?
I have no idea. All I know is I’m about to finally get him out of my system, once and for all.
“This way,” I say, tugging him into an alleyway. I pull out my keys, unlocking the door and pushing Kei inside. I close and lock the door behind us and as soon as I do, my back hits the wall at the bottom of the stairs.
Kei’s face presses against my throat, breathing me in. My heart hammers against my ribs, my hands shaking with anticipation and excitement as I fist the back of his shirt. His lips press against my skin and I make a small, barely there, broken noise in the back of my throat. My inner alpha hates this. Hates that we’re pinned, hates that our throat is exposed, hates that Kei is taking the lead.
He smells so fucking good. He smells like alpha, of course, but his personal pheromones are addicting. He smells like warm bread and butter straight from the oven. I want todevourhim.
Instead of letting him have his way with me, I shove him away so hard he hits the wall on the other side of the stairs. I’m the one pinning him against the wall now, biting his shoulder so hard I know it’ll bruise. My chest rumbles with approval.
“Jesus, fuck,” he gasps out, tilting his head back against the wall.
“That’s how I like it,” I tell him with a growl. “Don’t youdarehold back, Kei.”
