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CHAPTER 30

Frankie

“Soren.” I tried to let go of him, but my hands slid up his neck and buried themselves in his soft hair. “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He groaned against my throat when my hands gripped his hair tight, as if my own body was going to fight me just so we could stay here like this.

“But you feel so good,” he practically whimpered, his cool breath tickling my ear. “You smell amazing. I want to taste you.”

His words scrambled my brain and I hissed in a breath when I felt his sharp canines scrape against my pulse.

I really needed to stop this because I wanted him to mark me. I wanted to grind against him until I finally got the orgasm my body was promising me it could have – one I’ve never been able to experience before.

It didn’t make any sense. How was he doing this to me?

His large hands gripped my ass so hard I could feel him spreading me as he guided me up and down his length. His face in my neck made it impossible to ignore just how harsh his breathing was.

Soren was panting and groaning and generally making me fucking insane .

The hard length of him rubbing against my pussy was better than anything I’ve ever felt before.

Yeah, I’ve had sex, but it wasn’t anywhere close to this.

Small orgasms were what I was used to. They were just a little extra pulse that made me throb a little harder, but I’ve never had anything close to what I’ve heard a real orgasm should be like.

I don’t know if it’s because I was an alpha who wasn’t sexually attracted to omegas, or if it was because I’ve just never been able to experience it since most of my sexual experiences were when I was the dominant one, but either way I just couldn’t orgasm the way I’ve seen my sexual partners do.

And yet…

Soren had me right on the edge and my body was so desperate for it I couldn’t stop myself from rocking against his hardness, the knot at his base pushing against my entrance and making me seriously consider just stripping off my shorts to see what it really felt like.

His fingers suddenly dug into my flesh like he could smell that thought on my skin and I couldn’t help my gasp when I felt the pressure build until it was tingling, ready to pop at a moment’s notice.

His deep woodsy scent was getting stronger and stronger.

Soren was grinding up into me and I was holding him so tight, taking his rough thrusts and sinking my teeth into my tongue so I didn’t whimper.

The taste of blood filled my mouth and I pressed my forehead to his, closing my eyes so I could get a fucking grip.

I had to stop this.

But his frenzied movements and jumbled words made me think he was about to go into rut and just the thought of that had my pussy clenching.

“ Shit , Frankie?—”

“Shut up .” I covered his mouth with my hand and tried to catch my breath, but I was breathing just as hard as he was.

He was really testing my resolve, obeying instantly other than a small groan against my hand.

I wanted to hear him beg —wanted to feel his teeth in my throat and that thought was how I knew I might actually be the one about to go into rut.

The problem was, I couldn’t stop this. My body wouldn’t let me.

Every time I tried to let go of him, I ended up even closer until I was practically plastered against his chest.

It was so big and hard too, and yet his pecs were both soft and firm like the most perfect pillows. I wanted to bite them so bad, nibble on them until his nipples were hard points and then I’d pinch them both right as I sank down onto him.

He chose that exact moment to thrust up into me and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning this time, not when the beginnings of an orgasm went through me like a shock wave.

“Soren.” I wanted to tell him we needed to stop, but his name came out of my mouth like a whispered prayer and the way he reacted to that had me losing my mind.

His deep growl reverberated through me and I bit down on his shirt to keep from marking his skin as another wave of sharp pleasure rippled through me in warning. I whimpered as the sensation grew, holding onto him just like I had back in the park—like he was my life line.

“Soren, I?—”

“Shh, I know. I’ll take care of it.” His lips brushed against my cheek again as he took over, dragging me up and down the entirety of his length until my whole body was shaking.

I didn’t understand how he knew what I was feeling, but I believed him.

And I hated him for it.

Digging my nails into his scalp was supposed to be a punishment but he jerked up into me with a strangled sound and the feeling of him pulsing against me made that bubble pop.

The strength of the orgasm stole my breath away and I slumped against him.

All that pressure dissipated and the sheer relief I felt had every single muscle relaxing until I was basically putty in his arms, his shirt sliding out from between my teeth.

If he wasn’t holding onto me I would have slid right off of him.

Tension I didn’t even realize I had disappeared and I licked my lips, tasting his sweat. My entire body was tingling and the fabric between us was completely soaked with our cum.

Soren reached up to cradle the back of my head and it was like having a bucket of cold water dumped over me.

Post-nut clarity was something the male alphas around me talked about all the time, but I’ve never understood what they were talking about, at least, not until this very moment.

This was fucking insane .

What was wrong with me?

I tried to push off of him, but his grip on me tightened.

My pulse spiked when panic started to trickle in, but Soren released me before I could really freak out.

His lips brushed against my forehead. “Please…don’t go.”

Those soft, pleading words were like an arrow straight to the heart.

His eyes were glazed over, the red one gleaming as he looked up at me with so much emotion I wanted to reach out and caress his cheek, but this could never happen again.

I definitely wanted this and maybe even more – I wanted to let him lick every drop of sweat from my body before tasting what he really wanted, but I couldn’t. What we’d done just now…it was wrong .

I never should have touched him.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he slid his hands up my bare thighs. “Did I hurt you?”

No, he didn’t. The opposite actually.

“Sorry I got a little rough. I’ve never done anything like this before,” he admitted.

It sounded like a lie when he slipped his hands inside the fabric of my shorts to grab my ass again and squeeze .

Why wasn’t I trying to get off of him? He wasn’t holding me down anymore. I could just…get up and walk away.

But I was throbbing all over again and I wanted more from him even if I’d never admit it.

“You smell amazing,” he told me. Then Soren leaned forward and ran his nose along my collarbone. “Let me taste you, Francesca. Please?”

He kept saying that, making his statement sound like a request. I’d be annoyed if he wasn’t still waiting for my permission to do more than just run his hands over my body.

Maybe he really was inexperienced.

Before I could say anything though he moved and suddenly I was on my back.

The look in his eyes was nearly feral and his grip on my thigh kept me right up against him. He was still rock hard and the way he pressed his hips against mine made me breathless, but I was on my back .

He must have scented my sudden fear because he blinked and reason started to fill his eyes once more.

Soren jerked back, giving me room to sit up. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He reached for me but then thought better of it.

I watched him push off the couch and grab his backpack and hat in one smooth motion, his cheeks slightly pink.

His scent was full of stress and disbelief tinged with a little bit of embarrassment. It sharpened the scent of his pheromones until the cedarwood overwhelmed everything else.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I didn’t mean…It was a mistake. I don’t know what came over me.”

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him hesitate, his gaze dropping down to my chest. He even licked his lips before turning on his heel and heading for the door.

He was so stressed and freaked out I couldn’t even be mad that he’d done all that and then called it a mistake.

This stupid alpha…he really must not have realized what he was doing until he scented my fear.

What did the fuck did that even mean?