Too perfect.
Too fucking mine.
But right now, all I could do was drive-grip the wheel tigliter, shove Zeth back into the back of my mind, and pray to the Moon Goddess I’d make it home without losing my shit completely.
The moment I brought the car to a stop in the parking lot, I stepped down and slammed the door shut, rounding the car to the other side of the backseat where she lay.
My hand hovered over the door handle for a moment, my fingers twitching with restraint. Fuck. I didn’t trust myself not to touch her tonight. Not after she had aroused me more than I could bear.
I yanked the door open and reached for her.
It was almost 1 AM, and the world was quiet.
And call me selfish, but I brought her straight to our home, ignoring the fact that Jorja had been dying to know if her daughter was fine. Well, she was now my mate, and from this moment on, I decide what she does, where she goes, and who she sees.
That might make me sound like a bastard, but I’ve waited too long and bled too much not to savor every fucking satisfaction that comes with Kasmine being my fated mate.
As long as Karina was out of the way, I was free to return to my house while my Beta and Gamma took care of pack matters in my absence. The company also needs my presence, especially after finding out that there might be another mole working for Kex.
I bent slightly, scooping her sleeping form into my arms with care, letting her head nestled into my chest as her sweet, sugary, intoxicating scent of fresh Jasmine and wild honey laced with burnt vanilla wrapped around me like a balm to my troubled soul… It was sweet enough to rot my teeth and warm enough to burn.
It was the kind of scent that made a male’s restraint unravel, thread by thread. Her scent was designed to destroy my self-control.
I kicked the bedroom door shut with my foot, laying her gently on my bed.
Yes. My bed.
She’d be moving into my room from this moment. By morning, I’d have the maids move all her things into our room.
Can’t have it any other way.
Her head lolled to the side. Her lips slightly parted, lashes fluttering in a twitch like some part of her still resisted rest or still fought me, even in her unconscious state.
I straightened, about to go to the bathroom to prepare a warm shower for both of us when my eyes dropped to the fucking shorts again.
And the top-that wrinkled thing with someone else’s scent baked into it?
I reached down, hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and tore.
The fabric gave out like it was waiting for it, the seam splitting with a satisfying crack.
She stirred lightly, eyes lazily fluttering open like one who was drunk. “Kester, what are you-?” the words didn’t leave her lips when her eyes fell shut again. But I answered her either way.
“Getting rid of the filth,” I muttered. “You won’t wear anything that isn’t mine ever again.” tossed the shreds into the bin across the room, then ripped the top over her head with the same fury, leaving her bare before me. She had drifted off again.
My heart slammed hard.
Fuck.
My cock twitched violently in my shorts. But, no. I had to fight this maddening temptation. I didn’t want to hurt our baby. At least, until the doctor said it was okay to still fuck her even while pregnant, I had to stay away from her for now.
I leaned down, lifted her again, and carried her into the bathroom.
The shower roared to life under my hand, the water hissing hot. Steam rose fast and curled around us like mist from a fever dream.
I stepped into the cascade with her still against my chest, letting it wash over us both to cleanse her of every trace of that fool’s scent.
She didn’t stir as I bathed her and toweled her dry. I also had the time to clean myself up before scooping her into my arms again and leading us into the room.
I turned, yanked open the wardrobe, and grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt soaked in my own scent. She had to wear ME. I had to wipe off every trace of that prick, Jake, off her skin and replace it with me.
I crouched by the bed again.
Her body was still slick from the towel. Her skin flushed from the warmth of the bath I gave her. I held the hem of the towel for a second, just watchi her.
Fuck.
My hand trembled as I reached forward and slowly peeled the towel away, like a gift unwrapped and a sin I couldn’t stop committing.
She lay there, sprawled like temptation crafted just for me. Her thigh parted in her sleep, and that center-so soft, so exposed- glistened faintly beneath the low light.
Fuck, she looked soaked already: My cock pulsed, straining angrily against the towel I had wrapped around my waist. It had never felt so fucking hard before.
I dropped my gaze to her breasts. They were… Perfect. Full. Round. Rising and falling with her breath, those rosy nipples standing proud like they were daring me to come closer. I sucked in a breath to my tight lungs.
She looked like a goddess sculpted for my ruin. Every inch of her was built to wreck me.
“
I felt like just… To lean forward, slip my tongue between her breasts, then higher, to one nipple. Just the tip of my tongue on that tight, dusky bud. Swirl it around. Draw it into my mouth, Suck slow and deep. Let her feel me even in her dreams.
Fuck. My jaw clenched until it ached. My lips were dry. I licked them still staring.
I was at war with my self-control and my lust and desires.
Should I just… Should I just get a feel of her skin? Even for just a second?
Then, my eyes pinned to that perfect, swollen little pussy she’d unknowingly offered up to me.
Should I… Maybe just dip a finger into that tight center of hers?
One finger. That was it. Not two. Not three. Just one. Drag it down from the top. Dip it inside for a second. Barely a second, I promise. Just to feel how warm she was. How wet she already was without me even doing a thing.
Fuck.
The need burned in every tendon.
Should I just… I mean… I could just grip myself, press the head of my cock against her soaked slit and just… rest there. Let her pussy kiss my cock without ever sliding in. Just feel the wet heat of her parting lips around the crown. Just the barest pressure.
I could stroke myself while doing it. Feel the friction. Build it up until I lost control and came right there on her soft skin, across those lips that begged to be filled.
I wasn’t going to thrust. I swear I won’t.
I couldn’t breathe right. My chest felt tight, like someone had pressed a burning hand against my sternum and left it there.
I bent over her, trembling like a leaf, my lips barely a breath from her neck.
My voice sounded like gravel. “You’re killing me, baby.”
My body screamed YES.
Zeth-howled in my head. “Do it. Take what’s ours.”
My cock pressed against the towel, desperate for friction, no matter how little.
“Get it together. Fuck.” I hissed to myself, running my fingers through my hair, clutching at the strands and pulling hard. I was trying to snap the madness out of me.
My hand drifted down as I gripped my cock, almost like putting a fucking leash on it.
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