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CHAPTER 29

Soren

This was my fault. I never should have put my hands on her, but it was too late now. It wasn’t like I could go back in time.

“I…”

Frankie watched me with those insanely bright blue eyes and I lost track of what I was going to say.

“I can’t help myself,” I admitted, turning my head slightly to brush my lips against her cheek. “I don’t know why. I just…need to touch you.”

Then I yanked her hips toward me, pressing her right up against my hard length.

There was a tiny portion of my brain that was still rational and it was screaming at me not to do this, but I couldn’t stop myself. The draw of the scent on her skin was too strong and even knowing I was going to regret this couldn’t stop me from seeing how far she’d let me push her.

Ever since the moment I first laid eyes on her, I’ve been conflicted. This was a job after all, but she kept drawing me in. I couldn’t stop thinking about her – couldn’t stop watching her.

It wasn’t just for the job anymore either. I genuinely wanted to keep an eye on her because I liked her as a person.

Clearly, it was more than that based on the way my entire being was straining towards her. I was practically salivating at the smell of her and all I could think about was the feel of her body against mine.

It felt just as good as I remembered.

I held her gaze as I slid my hands up her back, keeping my touch as gentle as possible so she wouldn’t feel trapped.

Frankie stared at me in disbelief, her eyes widening in shock when I gently pressed her closer.

Yeah, this was probably the last thing I should be doing, but I couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck anymore.

I buried my face in her chest and took a deep breath.

Her scent had the muscles in my shoulders relaxing and there was a soft buzz in my head that helped calm me down just enough I was almost able to push her away, but to my surprise, her arms tightened around me.

Like she needed this just as badly as I did.

God, she smelled good. The sweet scent of lavender and honey was stronger now that I was getting the unfiltered version of her scent. I inhaled deeply, wanting more of it.

Her small gasp when I rubbed my face against her had me sliding into a state of mind I haven’t been in for a very long time.

Whatever rational thoughts I had left slipped away and my grip on her tightened so she couldn’t go anywhere, practically smothering myself with her tits.

She didn’t try to push me away though. If anything, she tried to get closer and that small shift of her body on mine was enough.

I pressed my tongue to her throat, just over the jugular. Her blood pulsed against my tongue and I pressed her down harder on me. It wasn’t enough but her heat throbbed against me and my heart rate skyrocketed.

“ Soren .” Frankie grabbed me by the hair and yanked me away from her throat.

Her eyes widened when I couldn’t stop myself from groaning when my scalp tingled and her scent shifted – the almost imperceptible note of tangerines sharpened, making my mouth water.

“What is wrong with you?” she demanded.

I stared up at her through slitted eyes and licked my lips. “You smell good enough to eat.”

Her lips parted in shock, eyes wide like a doe’s. “What?”

I tried to lean forward to lick the drops of water from her neck but her grip on my hair tightened, making me groan even louder.

She instantly released me and I pressed my face to her neck again. The soft whine in the back of my throat was embarrassing as hell, but I couldn’t help myself.

I was completely at her mercy right now and there was nothing I could do to stop myself.

Squeezing her hips before sliding my hands down to her ass to squeeze again, I kept my mouth closed and pressed my lips to her skin. My teeth ached like crazy and the heat of her pussy throbbing against my cock was driving me wild.

I wanted to rip our clothes off and sink deep inside.

“Soren.”

“Hm?” I pressed my tongue to her pulse and inhaled her sweet scent.

“I’m an alpha.”

“Uh-huh.” Scraping my teeth over the soft skin of her throat practically had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Doesn’t that bother you?”

I squeezed her ass again. “Why would I care when you smell so fucking good that I want to taste every inch of you?”

Her breath caught and she pressed herself against me, her damn pussy trying to squeeze me through our clothes.

Her eyelids drooped ever so slightly, her lips parted in pleasure this time instead of shock. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” she murmured. “Not only am I another alpha, but I’m also a senior detective. One who’s at least five years older than you.”

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I closed my eyes and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning again. I’d forgotten that she was older than me and being reminded of it now was doing insane things to my head.

Frankie rolled her hips and I lost the battle for my self-restraint and groaned at the sensation of her pussy dragging along the entirety of my length.

I squeezed her ass, imagining what it might feel like to slip inside with her on top of me, bouncing on it until I burst…and if she held onto my hair while she did so? God, it would be fucking perfect.

There was a small bit of rationality left, warning me we shouldn’t be doing this, but I was too far gone to care – the thought of her riding me, or maybe flipping her over to slide those tiny fucking shorts to the side so I could bury myself deep inside…

My pants were damp from her pussy and my precum.

I was holding her so tightly she was definitely going to bruise but I couldn’t make myself let go of her. I couldn’t stop rubbing her against me either, slowly pressing her up and then down just to do it all over again.

Frankie didn’t let me do all the work though. She followed my lead and rolled her hips, letting out a soft moan when I helped her increase the pressure. Fuck , she was warm. So warm and soft against me.

Closing my eyes didn’t help me regain any control either.

I couldn’t remember what I was even doing here or why but the sound of my name on her lips erased every thought other than one: I needed to mark her.

My blood was boiling and my skin prickling. The violent urge to take her— breed her rose and then fell just to rise again, following the rhythm of her hips.

Her scent teased me.

I was salivating at the thought of tasting her…kissing her.

Brushing my lips against her throat, I inhaled deeply, taking in her essence until it became a part of me.

In the back of my mind, I knew this was a mistake – that I should be worried about the way I was reacting to her, but I couldn’t stop myself. There was just no way. Not when she felt this good.

Having Francesca wrapped around me like this made me feel like I was safe from the rest of the world. I could be vulnerable without worrying about what others might do or say – calling me weak for desiring softness.

“Francesca…” I whispered her name against her throat, right where I wanted to mark her. “You smell like temptation – the arrival of spring after the harshest winter.”

“Stop.” Her voice trembled but she didn’t smell like she was afraid.

“I can’t,” I admitted.

Licking from her collarbone to her earlobe had the flavor of lavender, honey, and tangerines exploding on my tongue.

At this rate, I’d never be able to stop.

I needed her—needed to see her need me .

“Please,” I whispered against her skin. “Let me taste you. I promise—I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

“Soren,” the way she groaned my name, sounding breathless …

I looked up at her, knowing I’d never forget the expression she was making right now.

She looked like she was about to fall apart just from the pleasure of grinding against me and it scared her, but she was still holding on to me like she knew I’d never let her fall on her own.

I kissed just under her jaw and squeezed her even tighter so she couldn’t go anywhere. “Please, Francesca. I need you.”

Her fingers sank into my hair and I knew I was done for. She yanked and my eyes rolled back—my dick throbbing .

Right now, I’d do anything she wanted and I had a bad feeling she’d just figured that out.