Page 80 of The Packaged Deal
“I don’t know. I just felt strange for a second there.” He frowns and scratches at his chest.
“I’m going to keep Jade company tonight. Why don’t you use this time to wisely figure out what you’ve done to upset Adrian so badly he’s avoiding you?”
Sven sighs. “It’s probably everything I’ve done at this point.”
“I don’t know why you don’t just let those walls down a bit and let people actually see you.”
“Ah, but that would be easy. And I don’t do easy.”
I kick off my jeans and peel off my underwear. I look up just in time to see Sven rushing me. He slams me up against the wall, his thigh between my legs, so I have to stand on my tiptoes and cling to him to stay upright.
His hands encircle my wrists, pulling them over my head and pinning them there. It’s always been like this with us. Rough, wild, we take from each other as much as we give.
I shift my hips, grinding myself against his thigh.
“That’s my girl,” Sven hisses in my ear.
“Not your girl,” I growl back.
“Oh, you’re always going to be my girl. My beta.”
He’s right. I will always be his, but he won’t be mine.
His mouth latches onto the side of my neck, and he sucks hard. We have a rule about no hickies, but apparently, he’s throwing it all out the window tonight.
I groan and struggle to get my arms free, but I can’t. My hips move of their own accord.
Sven shifts his weight, gripping my wrists in one hand and reaching down to capture one of my thighs. He pulls it up around his waist, and I hold it there. He shifts again, and the hard erection behind his sensible blue jeans is now lined up and pressing against my aching pussy.
“You could just give me your dick,” I snarl.
“I could, but I don’t really feel like being that nice to you tonight, Beta.”
I snarl at him. I hate it when he uses my designation, and he knows it.
“We can stand here all night or you can come on my hard cock and make sure when I go see Adrian, I smell like you.”
My nostrils flare. It’s all kinds of wrong, but he knows me well enough to hit the spot that sends me crazy. I’m not possessive. It’s just knowing Adrian can smell me. It’s like the ultimate voyeurism. And it’s not the first time we’ve played this game.
I rock my hips, rolling them in circles, finding a rhythm that works. Sven laughs, pleased with his fucking self.
“I tongue-fucked our omega,” I spit out.
Sven stiffens, and then thrusts against me so hard I gasp. “And how did she taste?”
“Like blackberry jam,” I mutter smugly.
He growls in my ear, and then bites the spot that he was sucking on. “Did you make it good for her?”
Our hips rise and fall, finding a familiar rhythm.
“You know I fucking did, you prick.”
He smiles smugly against my lips, and then licks a stripe across my cheek. “Ever fucked a woman before, Kandi?”
I growl, remember the feel and taste of her. “No.”
“Tell me about it. I want to hear what it was like.”