Page 14 of Claiming Xan (Shifters of Greymercy #7)

RIVER

“The brake! The brake!” Xan cried.

The car shuddered and jerked to a stop as I slammed my foot on the pedal too hard. We were both thrown roughly forwards, caught by our seatbelts.

Beside me, Xan hissed in pain. I let a slew of curse words fly as I punched the steering wheel so hard my knuckles popped.

“FUCK!” I shook out my hand, cursing again. “How does anyone manage to do this?” I snarled. “This is fucking impossible!” I balled up my fist and punched the wheel again.

HONK! The horn blared, making us both jump. My foot came up off the brake and the car began moving again. “Goddamnit!” I slammed it down once more, causing another jerky stop.

How could Xan think that teaching me how to drive was going to be a “cakewalk” as he so aptly put it. My inner-wolf was ready to tear this car to pieces. “Fuck this,” I spat, struggling with the seat belt. “I’m done. Fucking done!”

Xan was very quiet beside me, before gently reaching over and putting the car in park. He touched my arm. A growl burst from my chest, but strangely, my inner-beast stilled at the touch.

My nostrils flared, picking up Xan’s too-sweet scent.

Heat… I was so distracted. I didn’t care about driving this damn metal death trap.

I just wanted to crash into Xan and kiss him until we both couldn’t breathe.

To bend him over the back seat and bury my tongue in his hole, where I knew he’d soon be slick, and lap up his sweetness. Fuck…

I squeezed the steering wheel and let out a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry. I… I can’t do this. I can’t,” I said.

Xan’s voice was gentle. “It’s okay, River. Really. Maybe this isn’t the right time.” He looked a little sheepish before shrugging. “We can try again another day.”

“Maybe never,” I retorted.

“River.”

I growled again, crossing both arms over my chest. “I don’t feel in control right now, and I hate it.” I meant it in more ways than one. “Fuck the lesson. I’m done.”

Xan nodded and unbuckled his safety belt. We switched places, and Xan fiddled with adjusting the seat back to where he originally had it. I flopped into the passenger seat, but all that did was give me a huge whiff of Xan’s saccharine scent. My mouth watered. God.

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes; we just sat there, in the car, in the middle of the high school parking lot where Xan had decided to give me my first driving lesson—which I’d definitely failed. Then Xan offered a smile. “You hungry?”

Not for food… “Yeah.”

“Let’s grab some lunch and joyride the backroads for awhile,” he said. “I’m not in the mood to deal with Mom today.”

I had picked up on the fact that Gracie had been agitated lately.

No doubt she expected me to pounce on her son in his time of need, and damn if that wasn’t tempting.

I was trying so hard to be good, when I wanted to be buried deep inside of Xan’s hot little body.

Filling him full of cum, before finger-fucking it back into him while Xan whimpered.

I felt myself getting hard and quickly flipped the station in my brain to something—anything—else, but I couldn’t escape the smell trapped in the car. I rolled down the window a few inches and stuck my nose out to get some fresh air. It was the only way I could actually breathe.

We ended up getting burgers and fries and ate them in the lot of the local park. Once we’d finished, I noticed Xan smiling coyly at me. My heart jack-hammered, and when Xan leaned over to kiss me, it took everything inside of me to push him away.

“Xan. No. We can’t,” I gritted out.

Xan pouted. “Why not?”

“Because.” I swallowed. “I’m not… I don’t feel like I’m in control right now. I don’t want to do anything I’ll regret later.”

Xan stared at me, but nodded slowly, sinking back into his seat. He looked like a kicked puppy. A growl burst free from my chest as I fisted my hands in my hair. “I want to,” I uttered. “I fucking want it more than anything, but—fuck. Your mom…”

He sighed. “She’ll get over it eventually.”

“You really think that?” I countered. “Because I don’t. I’ve seen the way she looks at me. Judging me. Watching and waiting for me to step out of line so that she can flay me open. I’m trying to be good, but you make it so hard.” I groaned and scrubbed a hand over my face. “You smell so good. ”

And it was only going to get worse.

“It’s fine,” Xan said. “I get it.” He was disappointed, though, I could tell, and the drive back home was a quiet one. No chatter. No music.

The minute we got back, I retreated to my room and sank down on the bed, gripping my hard cock in one hand. Manhandling myself. Fuck.

I dropped my head and started jerking off, imagining what might’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped Xan.

If we’d made out and started touching and groping.

Would Xan have slipped out of his clothes and straddled my lap?

Would he have sank down on my cock until I was completely sheathed inside the Omega’s hot body?

Would I have fucked him the way we both needed?

The way my wolf ached to knot him and fill him with our scent, to mark him for everyone—including the Alpha—to smell.

What was it about Xan that drove me wild? Was it the fact that he was off limits?

Or was it because he was the only goddamn person in this pack that treated me like I was human? The only one who’d taken the time to look past my flaws and my growly exterior and get to know me? Who acted like he cared?

I fantasized what it would’ve been like to fuck Xan, hearing his soft moans and squeals as I pumped into him, my knot swelling tighter and tighter until I buried myself in deep and filled him.

Xan’s head thrown back in a cry of bliss as his cock jerked and twitched, splattering my chest with ropes of milky cum.

The way I would’ve kissed his soft pants away as he clung to me, heady and dizzy with pleasure.

Mine…

I came with a growled-out grunt, harder than I’ve came in weeks. All because of Xan-fucking-Howell.

Damn it, I was so sunk.