Page 33 of Fractured Mates
Our chests are pressed together, and I have to tilt my head back to see his face. “I was just going to make sure you knew there was a toothbrush and toothpaste in the bag as well since I heard you cleaning up.”
I can now see his own in his other hand, but my eyes go right back to his face—more specifically, his mouth.
Damn him. Why does being this close to him make my skin tingle and heat? Why are my hands itching to claw at his chest before grabbing his cheeks to bring him closer?
I shouldn’t do any of those things, but the longer I allow the thoughts to swirl within my mind, the darker his gaze grows, as if he knows just what I’m thinking.
“Sophie,” he says, almost as a warning, but I don’t know if that’s for me or him.
“Oh, fuck it,” I mutter.
I’ll deal with the consequences of this choice later.
I jump up, wrap my arms and legs around him, and kiss him without allowing myself to overthink the action.
He drops the items he was holding and has his hands on me just as quickly, one holding my ass and squeezing while the other gets entwined in my hair. He’s kissing me back with matched enthusiasm, our tongues tangling as if neither has tasted anything so delectable in decades.
A moan leaves me and is swallowed by Kyler as he adjusts his stance to pin me against the wall. The moment he has more leverage, his hips move forward, and I almost cry out in pleasure.
His hard cock grinds against me and gives just as good as he does while I’m still kissing the hell out of him. My nails dig into his shoulders as the sounds leaving me get louder.
What the hell is happening to me? Am I about to have an orgasm just from a bit of dry humping and a make-out session?
I’ve hardly gotten off during sex in the past, so this is…new territory.
My skin feels as if it’s going to melt off, and there’s a tightening at my core that is painful to the point of being euphoric.
Kyler growls and practically slams us both into the wall as we claw at each other, amping up the shared friction between us.
I can barely breathe and have to break the kiss, dropping my head back. He takes that opportunity to force my head to the side and expose my neck.
His tongue traces over the sensitive skin and teeth lightly scrape across my tendons, while at the same time, his thighs are still grinding against me.
Fuck, this is too much. I can’t… I’m going to…
“Kyler,” I cry out his name, the sound full of breath yet winded all at the same time as everything in me shatters from the inside out. Any control I thought I had was just wrecked beyond repair.
He holds me tighter against him, his movements slowing, and reality comes crashing down all at once.
What have I just done?
Chapter Thirteen
Kyler
All I’d been trying to do was make sure she had a toothbrush. I had no intention of pushing for more, even if my wolf had shocked the hell out of me earlier by giving me his permission to do so.
Do what you want.
Those four words had tumbled randomly into my thoughts as I was done loading all the items that I’d bought into the car. I tried to get him to talk to me, but he wouldn’t add anything.
The more I considered what to do next, the more withdrawn I’d become, and I was ready to fall asleep, hoping for clarity to come with the sunrise. But with the way Sophie looked up at me, I couldn’t help myself.
And it seemed neither could she, given she was the one to launch herself at me.
There wasn’t a single part of me that had wanted to stop, but I knew the moment she came apart in my arms that I’d lost her.
The fear filling her eyes wasn’t hard to miss. Maybe it was wrong, but I let her escape back to the bathroom as she mumbled something about needing to take a piss.