Fuck.
Why did I say it.
Why. Did. I. Say. That.
My brain screamed, but my mouth still moved. “Nope. Doesn’t stop me at all.”
FUCK.
Why the fuck did I say that?
Like what the actual hell is wrong with me? My pussy is wet, my hormones are playing strip poker in my bloodstream, my Omega is clapping like we’re in the front row of a mating ceremony, and now I’ve just told a hot stranger that I am available for fun. Someone slap me. Someone dunk me in ice.
Someone exorcise my entire womb.
“Well,” he said, voice lower now. “I haven’t found my mate either, Lily. Not yet.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, way too fast, way too breathy. “Cool. I mean, not cool. That sounded like I was happy about your lifelong romantic loneliness or whatever. I just meant like..relatable. You know?
Omegas and Alphas and mates and all that Moon Goddess drama. Super fun.”
He looked at me like I was a problem he wanted to solve with his mouth. And I hated how badly I wanted him to do it.
“I know this might sound awkward,” he said slowly, voice thick and deep and sinful, “but I can’t stop staring at your t**s… and your ass. Fuck.”
And that was it.
**Lily**
That was the moment my entire soul broke free and floated out of my body like well, bitch, this is where we die. I forgot how to breathe.
I forgot how to blink. I forgot how to function. My nipples hardened like traitors, poking straight through the fabric of my dress, and my thighs squeezed together so tight I almost whimpered.
Did he just say that?
Did he really just say that?
And why-why the actual fuck-did my Omega moan in my head like we were already on our knees?
“Oh fuck,” I said again, louder this time, because it was the only thing my mouth could manage. I had a vocabulary. I was educated.
I had read books. But in that moment, the only word I could think of was fuck. Because everything about this was wrong and hot and dangerous and forbidden and so stupidly tempting that I felt my whole body tremble.
“Thanks,” I said awkwardly, because what the fuck else was I supposed to say to I can’t stop staring at your t**s and ass? Write it in a thank-you card? Get it printed on a mug? Have it embroidered on a pillow? “That’s-uh-appreciated. I guess.”
He stepped closer. I didn’t move. My breath hitched. My back hit the dresser. My body betrayed me completely.
“You’ve got this look,” he murmured, eyes locked on my lips like he was already imagining them wrapped around his cock. “This perfect little Omega look. Like you don’t even know what kind of trouble you are.”
I blinked up at him, chest rising and falling so fast I thought I might pass out. “I know exactly what kind of trouble I am,” I said before I could stop myself. I just haven’t decided who’s brave enough to survive it.”
And I saw the way Jason’s entire expression shifted-his eyes darkened, his jaw tightened, and his lips curled like he had just been challenged.
And fuck, did he like it.
He stepped even closer, and now he was so close I could feel his breath on my cheek. My back was fully pressed to the dresser now. My chest was heaving.
My nipples were rock-hard and brushing the front of my dress with every single ragged breath I took. I was burning from the inside out. My thighs were trembling. My pussy was soaked. And Jason? He looked like he was about to ruin me just for fun.
“You think I can’t handle your kind of trouble?” he asked, voice so low and smooth it felt like it slid down my spine. “You think I can’t handle your body. You think I didn’t smell it on you back there? You’re wet, Lily. You’ve been wet since the second I walked up to you. And if your Alpha isn’t handling it, then fuck, I will.”
Oh my fucking God. Well technically I was wet for Connor not him.
I stopped breathing.
My entire body flushed so hot I thought I might spontaneously combust. I didn’t even move and yet my clit pulsed like I’d just been touched.
I could feel the heat radiating between my legs, sticky and needy and getting worse by the second. My skin felt too sensitive. My brain was somewhere on the floor, twitching and gasping for air.
And this man. This absolute problem in a half-buttoned shirt and chain necklace. He wasn’t stopping.
“You act all sweet and unsure,” he continued, eyes never leaving mine, his tone darkening with every word, “but I can tell what you really are. You’re a filthy little tease.
My lips parted.
No words came out.
Because how the fuck was I supposed to respond when my thighs were literally slick, and my Omega was howling like she was about to come just from words.
Jason smirked like he already had his answer.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, leaning in even closer now, his voice barely a whisper against my ear.
“I’m not your mate. I’m not your Alpha. I’m not here to make promises. But if you want to be touched tonight, if you want to be filled and stretched and licked until your legs don’t work, then fuck, Lily… I will be everything you need until the sun comes up.”
I smirked.
Not a cute, flirty, innocent little smile. No. This was full-blown, slutty confidence. This was the kind of smirk that came from knowing exactly how wet I was and how fucking insane I was driving him.
I didn’t move.
I didn’t blink. I just looked right into his hungry eyes and tilted my head like I owned the room. Like I wasn’t dripping down my thighs. Like I wasn’t still aching from the last man who touched me and now seconds away from letting a brand-new one split me in half.
“You wanna fuck me, huh?” I said slowly, my voice dropping into that breathy, teasing register I didn’t even know I had until that moment.
“You wanna put your hands all over my t**s, squeeze them, grope them, bite them? You wanna bend me over and spank my ass until I’m crying your name like a little bitch in heat?”
Jason actually groaned. He looked at me like I had just kicked open the gates to hell and offered him a throne.
His whole body stiffened, and his hand slammed against the dresser beside my head, caging me in. I could feel the heat rolling off of him like a furnace.
“Fuck, Lily, yes,” he growled, his voice straining like he was physically holding himself back from destroying me.
“You think I haven’t been imagining it since the second I laid eyes on you? You think I don’t want to bend you over right now and fuck that perfect little pussy until you scream so loud they hear you from the other yacht?”
My breath hitched.
My thighs clenched again.
My whole body was on the verge of spontaneous combustion.
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