I press my lips together, not wanting to push him further, but judging by his corded neck and how he’s gone rigid, something’s definitely wrong.
“Anyway…” I move closer to him. “I’ve missed you.”
He opens his mouth to reply, but before he can say anything, the beat drops. “Oh my god,” I squeal. “I love this part!”
I turn around, my back to him, as I grind against his crotch to the rhythm. He instantly hardens, his semi digging into my shorts. Fuck, his strong body against mine feels so freaking good. Way better than it should when we’re at a beach party surrounded by people.
Despite his gargantuan size, Drax is a beta, something people are often surprised by. Being from a long line of alpha’s, his designation came as a shock to him too.
We’ve hooked up before. Although we’ve only had sex once, we did have a steamy encounter over winter break. Both of us were wasted on New Year’s Eve, but I can still remember how his inked fingers played me like a freaking instrument, and I’ve been thinking about it when using my new vibrator more than I care to admit.
Drax’s hot breath fans against the side of my face as his huge hands run down my curves. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
It would be so much easier if he was an alpha. While I’m not against having a beta boyfriend, it’s just… I’ve always wanted to find a pack after seeing the kind of romance that my parents have. Granted, they’re scent matches, which makes it extra special. I can’t even imagine experiencing that kind of all-consuming love, but seeing my best friends find their scent matches makes me feel like it could be possible for me too.
Still, I keep coming back to Drax. He’s familiar, comforting. He’s always been there. Like a favorite blanket I keep returning to, time and time again. He’s funny, caring, has an awesomefamily I adore and has an incredible body to boot, but what would happen if I found a pack? That’s why keeping our relationship strictly in the casual friendzone is for the best, but having fun together isn’t a crime.
“We’re just dancing,” I tell him, rubbing my ass against his growing bulge, grateful that I put on an extra generous amount of scent blocker spray so no alphas can smell how I’m horny as hell.
He groans into my hair, grasping my hips. The rest of the party fades into the background as I spin to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Fuck, Sabs.” His gaze trails longingly down my body. His eyes linger on my cleavage, his tongue moistening his lips. “You feel...”
“Go get it, cap!” Sophie calls out behind me.
When Drax’s eyes snap up to my face, there’s something in his expression I haven’t seen before. Yeah, the usual fiery attraction is there, but there’s something else too. Something that, instead of making me want to climb him like a tree, makes me pause.
“Are you okay?” I ask him.
“I thought you wanted to dance.” He takes me by surprise by spinning me around, then pulling me back into his chest.
“See?” I wiggle my eyebrows. “I knew you’d been holding out on me.”
He grins. A true Drax smile, like he’s really letting go.
I tip my chin up as his head bends to meet me.
This is exactly how it started over the holidays. One kiss that got a little out of hand. If it wasn’t for stupid Beckett—the fun-killer—interrupting us, we probably would have gone all the way. Unfortunately for me, Drax bolted after Beckett’s intrusion, and he’s been ghosting me ever since.
“I really have missed you,” I murmur, his lips so close that mine are practically vibrating, desperate to feel his.
He smells even better than usual. Maybe it’s the cocktails heightening my senses, but… wow. It’s clean and crisp like fresh laundry, coupled with a touch of sea breeze and a hint of something sweet. Maybe peaches? My mouth waters.
He abruptly jerks back. “I can’t do this.” I almost stumble, totally taken aback, as he presses his arms to his sides like iron rods. “Not again.”
“Drax…” I instinctively reach out for him, but he flinches, taking another step away.
Ouch. He might as well have slapped me.
“I just…” His face twists, like he’s in physical pain. “Can’t.”
“Drax—”
Before I finish my sentence, he storms off, gruffly shouldering past some alphas who curse at his retreating figure. As people part to let him pass, I race after him, struggling to keep up due to the damn sand in my sandals.
“Drax!” I break into a jog, hurrying along the edge of the lake where the sand is wet, making it easier to gain speed. “Wait up!”
Away from the crowd, he finally stops and spins. I come to a halt when I reach him, his jaw still clenched tightly and shoulders pushed back, looking like a tightly wound spring that’s about to snap.
