back against the house as he latched his teeth on to my throat, inhaling deeply. Any question I’d had on whether I was into this went right out the window. I was into this. I was definitely into this.
He was still talking, still saying my name like a prayer, and I said, “Shut up, shut up, get in the house, we’re not going to do this here,” and he said, “You shut up, always talking, you never stop.” I laughed wildly. I felt crazed, the edges of the world a haze. It was like I was slipping again, but this time I didn’t want it to stop.
He stepped back, chest heaving. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me through the back door of the blue house. I didn’t know what I was doing, didn’t know how to do any of this, but I was beyond caring. I stumbled into the house, my head bumping against his back. Randomly, I said, “I’m not ready for page seventy-six.”
“You make no sense,” he said. “Stop talking.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to—”
And he said, “I do,” and my blood ran hot. I did my best not to stare at his ass as he pulled me up the stairs, but I failed miserably.
He took me to a room at the end of the hall, a spare bedroom we’d used for Omegas. He closed the door behind us, and in the distance, the sounds of sirens began to wail in Green Creek, signaling the townspeople to action.
“We don’t have time,” I told him, and he said, “I know. I know. I know.”
He shoved me down onto the bed. I bounced once before he pressed me into the mattress as he settled on top of me. He was heavy, and I could barely breathe, but I’d never felt more awake. I wasn’t dreaming. This was real. All of this was real.
He kissed me again, grinding his hips against mine. His cock was thick and heavy against my own, our skin already slick with sweat. His tongue rolled in my mouth artlessly, but I didn’t care. He felt feral, the thrum of the wolf trembling between us. I opened my eyes to find all I could see was violet.
His hands tugged my hair, pulling my head back. He found my throat again, nipping at my skin. “That’s good,” I gasped. “Keep doing that.”
He growled, and I couldn’t keep from laughing. I tried to wrap my arms around him, but he captured my wrists with one hand, holding them tight, pressing them into the mattress above my head. His eyes glittered as he rose up above me. He looked down at me, head cocked. “This,” he said. “This is what you want.”
And I said, “Yes. You. You’re what I want.”
There was relief there, green like nothing I’d ever felt before. It poured off him, and in my head, a whisper broke through the haze, saying carter carter carter, and it was him, I knew it was him. I’d heard it before. Maybe I’d ignored it. Maybe I hadn’t recognized it. I did now. This was us.
“Keep your hands there,” he said. “Don’t move.”
“Of course you’d be bossy here too,” I muttered, and then I yelped when he bit my nipple before kissing his way down my chest. “I don’t know why I thought otherwise.”
He looked up at me, chin on my stomach. “You thought about this.”
Because it was him, I said, “Yes. All the fucking time.”
He grinned, and I swore I saw the hint of fangs. It shouldn’t have thrilled me as much as it did, especially since he was so close to my dick. But there it was, regardless, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.
He pressed his face into my groin, inhaling deeply, my cock pressing to his cheek.
“Dude, that’s probably not—”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“This is so stupid, this is so—fuck!” My hips arched off the bed as he swallowed me whole, gagging as the tip of his nose brushed against my pubes. I felt his throat working around my dick, and I started to reach for his head, either to pull him off or hold him in place, I didn’t know. His eyes opened. They were wet as they flashed violet in warning. My hands stilled just above his head.
He pulled off my cock slowly, swirling his tongue around the head. He must have seen the look on my face, because he said, “What?”
“Nothing,” I managed to say.
I