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Chapter 11

Carver

Her scent is already making me dizzy.

At least now I no longer have to steal glimpses of her every day, whether it be outside her apartment, at the coffee shop, or coming out of work. Now she is mine. This time she'll not escape.

Mine... You’re mine.

She tilts her head to one side, wondering what I'm thinking. I can't think straight, to be honest, not when her scent blankets my entire body.

So I just look at her face. Harlow is utterly flawless, with glossy dark brown hair that contrasts beautifully with her pale skin. And my god, those perfect green-blue eyes that stare at me, wide-eyed and questioning .

Everything about her makes my body zing to life.

My gaze lowers to her full mouth, beautiful deep pink lips that I plan on kissing soon.

“Since when?” she asks.

I smile.

Since I know you need me.

She tilts her head to one side. “And are you still playing hockey? I know you were injured.”

“Have you been checking up on me?” I touch her cheek as I look into her eyes.

She swallows.

That's all I need to know.

I nod. “I’m on a break.”

She smiles. “How long are you here for?”

“I’m considering a deal to play for the Los Angeles Raiders. They offered me a contract to start in the new season.”

And follow you.

And I had to follow her. I’ve been hooked on Harlow since I was thirteen years old and she was eleven, and now she knows I'm never letting her go.

“Is that why you’re here? To discuss your contract.” Harlow’s hands are on her hips as her question hangs in the air.

I meet her gaze. “And looking for you,” I reply, my voice gentle yet filled with purpose. It’s a simple answer, but true. I’m here because she is mine.

Not Harry’s or Colton’s... She is mine.

And she can’t deny the undeniable pull that draws us closer.

Time seems to stand still as we stare at each other. The atmosphere crackling between us as I lean closer to her, smelling the scent I guess only I can smell .

The weight of everything hangs heavy, and the air feels charged with electricity.

“But why?”

“Because you left me.” A smile graces my lips. She returns it with one of her own, revealing a glimpse of perfect white teeth against the contrast of her shiny pink lips.

I know she’s feeling the connection we share, the one we’ve both fought for eleven years.

And before either of us can utter a word, the world seems to pause as I hold the back of her neck and let our lips meet in a gentle, fleeting touch.

“I thought he was your fucking brother,” Harry hisses.

The stupid bastard came back. For what? A fist in his face? "Fuck off!"

Harlow pulls away from me, making me growl.

“Perverts." Harry has more guts than I gave him credit for.

Harlow turns to Harry and says, “Did I say brother? I thought I told you he is my ex’s brother.”

"Sl—"

I grab him so quickly by his neck he chokes as my hand wraps around it. “Don’t you dare say one more word.”

“It’s okay, Carver. Just ignore him. He's an idiot.”

I squeeze a little harder before I push him away and then take her hand, but as we walk to my car I turn to Harry, and slide my finger across my throat.

The swallow on his throat is satisfyingly visible.

We reach my car, and once she is locked inside, my inner alpha relaxes. I take her in my arms again and kiss her as the world around us fades away.

“Carver—” she gasps as our lips part .

There’s an undeniable hunger for more.

She leans closer again. And as I gaze into Harlow’s eyes, searching for the truth. I want to know if what we’ve shared is as meaningful to her as it is to me.

Our gaze locks as the two of us realize that this time it’s not revenge, that this time we are entering forbidden territory–and staying there.

There’s not anything or anyone in the world that will stop me.

And I don’t care who it hurts.

“I’ll take you home.” I’m sure I see a sigh as I start the engine.

“How did you know where I was?” she asks on the journey.

I stare ahead, not wanting her to see the lie I was about to tell. “Lucky guess. I was passing when I heard him shout your name.”

I can hardly tell her I’ve been stalking her this past week.

Outside her building, I park the car and turn off the engine.

I really should wait for her to invite me upstairs. But I don’t. I rush to her side of the car, open the door, and hold out my hand. She takes it and we walk into the building.

“Thank you,” she says when we reach her apartment door.

“For ruining your date?” I reply.

“He ruined it all by himself.”

“Are you inviting me in?” I ask, stepping closer, taking her hand as she watches every slow step.

When she shakes her head, I walk her backward until her body is flush against the wall. We stare at each other for a heartbeat before my lips crash against hers again. I part her lips with my tongue. She slides her tongue over mine. And she is kissing me back like nobody else matters .

We don't stop kissing when my hands grip her hips, and I pick her up. She has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist, caging her between me and the wall.

My lips leave hers as we stare at each other.

My hand strokes from her hip, over her waist, her breast. She gasps. Up again until my hand rests at the base of her neck.

“I’m going to give you everything, Harlow.” I smile.

She pants heavily, and her eyes are silently begging me for more. Goosebumps pop over my skin, and my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

“More,” I say, pressing my length against her core.

She whimpers, emitting a scent that she denies but is so very real and makes me harder again.

Her eyes don’t leave mine as my fingertips gently massage her throat, but I can’t bear to not kiss her anymore and lower my mouth until my lips press over hers.

She moans, the sounds and her scent are slowly unveiling my alpha. I growl as the kiss turns feverish—lips, tongue, and teeth all clashing at once.

As we kiss, her body molds against mine. Her omega scent enveloping me. The deliciousness of coconut and rum, laced with pineapple and vanilla, fills the air.

“Fuck, Harlow.” My voice is gravelly.

Heat skitters to my core and now I need the ache in my cock tending to. I press my length against her, wanting to feel it inside her...wanting to knot her again.

And I am sure by her scent, she is feeling the same way.

I capture another moan when it slips from her lips.

Her slick wets my waist as her hips rock against me. I close my eyes and inhale the scent she emits like perfume in the air .

“I want to fuck you so badly,” I whisper after pulling my mouth away.

I wait for her to say she wants it too. That she is over my brother.

I need more than one night of forbidden love. I need a lifetime, but we’ll soon get to that.

She doesn’t reply.

“But not tonight.” I take hold of her hips and lower her on my thigh, which is pressed against the wall. “Ride my thigh. Let me hear you come for me.”

She goes to protest, and I tilt my head to one side, and say, “Be a good girl.” I give her my alpha look, the one that shouldn’t work on another alpha, which she claims she is—she isn’t, and that’s why it will work on my omega.

She grips my shoulder with one hand and lowers herself to where I instructed.

My alpha tone worked—of course it fucking did. I’m no longer playing around with Harlow.

She is now mine.

A bolt of electricity shoots through my core as she rubs herself against the powerful muscles of my thigh. I catch my breath when her free hand explores the wideness of my chest.

“You’re so strong,” she says as I hold her up but still moving her over my thigh, letting her feel the sensation of my body against hers.

She rubs her pussy harder as I hold her lower back, wanting her closer. Wanting to feel her body, her pussy, and each movement against my hard thigh.

She moans as desire sizzles through her veins.

She's getting close, and I’m getting lost in Harlow–her scent, and the little purrs she doesn’t even know that she makes in my ear .

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” My voice is a low, demanding rumble. “Make yourself come, Harlow.”

She’s getting near to her release. I desperately want to hear it.

“Look at me.” Her eyes flick to mine and I search her gaze. Wanting everything she is about to give me. I know she wants me. “That’s my good girl. You look so beautiful riding me.”

I smile when my words make her drive her hips faster. Resulting in each movement firing a delirious sensation to my core. I think I’m going to come too, if she isn’t quicker.

My lips capture hers again, fucking her mouth with deep, long thrusts of my tongue.

I own her mouth…everything...her body…her climax.

Harlow’s body shakes and when she gasps, I take her breath away with a deep kiss.

We don’t stop.

She is getting hazy and I am sure it’s because my alpha scent wraps around her, smothering her with its intensity as I press my thigh against her core—my body against hers.

She moans. The sound sends shivers down my spine, and slowly I lose myself to listening to her desire. I forget about myself. And when her core spasms and waves of bliss shoot through her body, she whimpers over and over.

I keep kissing her while she rides it out. Until finally, she gasps and her body slumps against mine.

I just hold her against me, feeling her heart beating against mine. And her pussy still pulsates against my thigh.

My soaked thigh. “Your slick has drenched me.”

Her eyes lock on mine as she freezes against the wall.

Fuck !

“It’s not slick.” She wriggles her legs, and I sigh as I release my grip, setting her feet on the floor.

She presses her key into her apartment door and says, “Goodnight, Carver.”

“Harlow...” I plant my foot in the doorway, ignoring her glare. “You need to face the truth,” I say, holding the door open.

“You're wrong!” she yells and points to the wet patch on my trousers. “I obviously squirted.”

I should be furious, but I'm not, and I snort.

She presses her hands against her hips as I chuckle lightly, before saying, “That’s one way of saying it. Or my omega slicked all over my leg.”

I’m still too busy laughing when I lose my footing in the door. And as I try to regain my balance, she gives me a sardonic grin before slamming the door in my face.

I try the handle, but this is the type of door that automatically locks.

“Let me in. We need to talk,” I growl, holding back my alpha bark.

“Fuck off, Carver. I am not an omega!”

“You loved my knot, omega.”

“Stop it.”

I press my forehead against the door. My head dips as I smell her slick now coating my leg. Smiling as I remember the moment her eyes closed as she fell apart on my thigh. Though it was not nearly as sweet as her coming apart, with my knot locked inside her a few weeks ago.

“We’re going to talk. Harlow. Because you are...and you’re mine.”

She doesn’t respond, but I hear her deep sigh. I don’t want to push it, especially as I’m realizing that Harlow truly believes she’s an alpha.

“We’re real, darling. Have a think about us tonight because I can’t give up on us. And I don’t want you to give up on me either. ”

I bang my head against the door when she doesn’t reply again. I need to hold her—it may not happen tonight. But I’m going to make sure it happens again.

You took it too fucking fast.

“I’m coming back tomorrow, Harlow.” I push off the door and wait for a moment. She doesn’t respond.

I’m so fucking close to her being mine, and I know I shouldn’t have pushed her being an omega, but she’s going to have to deal with the truth in the end and I want it to be soon.

Sighing, I finally walk away.

Tonight is going to be a long night.