Page 87 of Shattered Trinket
Embarrassed? Cry.
Happy?Freaking cry.
I quickly turn and stomp my way back into the bathroom, letting the door slam behind me. I grip the sink’s edge tightly, bowing my head and taking deep breaths in and out. My heart is thundering in my chest and my head is screaming at me to go back out there and claw that woman’s eyes out.
The way she looked over at Jeremiah when she was talking about him made me feel territorial, and the need to mark my claim on him is borderline psychotic.
The bathroom door slams open minutes later, hitting the wall hard, the sound echoing around the small room. I jump at the loud noise and look over with wide eyes. My lips part as Jeremiah stalks in, blue eyes writhing with untamed rage and darkness latched on me and locking me in place.
The door closes on its own just as he grips the back of my head, his large hand sliding into my chaotic curls. I go limp in his hold immediately, looking up at him in complete reverence.
I would worship at this alpha’s feet if he’d let me.
Right now, I feel like he’d much prefer to worship at mine with the way his eyes sear into me with such intensity. His nostrils flare as he looks into my glassy eyes and a snarl slips out of him that makes me shiver in his hold.
“What’d she say to put those tears in those pretty blues, Dove?” he rumbles, running a finger softly down the curve of my cheek.
My eyes close and a whimper puffs out of me as tingles erupt on his finger’s journey.
I clamp my lips together, not wanting to tell him. A growl rumbles in his chest, and for some reason it makes my body relax even more. I’m like putty in this alpha’s hands.
“Come on out with it, baby. Let me take those worries she put in there away,” he purrs, rubbing his cheek sweetly against mine, making me whine and cave.
I’m such a sucker.
“She said you’ll use me and throw me away and that I shouldn’t get attached,” I whimper.
Jeremiah tenses, gripping me tighter, and I moan. When hetsk’smy eyes pop open.
“Oh, Dove. I clearly haven’t been a good alpha if you don’t know that you have me thoroughly wrapped around your sweet little finger. That I’m wholly yours,” he mumbles, nipping my lip. “Let’s fix that. Hands on the sink, legs spread,” he barks, landing a rather harsh smack to my behind that makes me yelp.
I quickly jump to listen to his command, turning around and gripping the sink. His foot appears between my feet, and he taps them, showing he wants me to widen them more. My breaths puff out of me in anticipation when his hand glides down my back.
“Such a pretty omega. My sweet Cozette.” His deep voice sends shivers down my spine that chases his fingers, and an aching need fills me in response. His other hand slides back into my hair, gripping it tight and pulling my neck back so my throat is bared. At my hips, his hand that was sliding down my back moves to the front and he quickly unbuttons and unzips my pants, trailing his fingers along my pubic bone.
“Pull these down nice and slow for me.”
I listen, my chest heaving as my thumbs slip into the waistband of my jeans and I slide them down my hips and thighs painstakingly slowly until they reach my knees where they end up stuck because of my spread legs. Jeremiah rips my panties off next, which has me gasping and my core pulsing in response to his animalistic need.
“I’m never letting you go, baby. So put those fears away. I’ve tasted you, felt this sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing me for dear life. Heard your cries of pleasure ringing in my ears. You’remine,and I have no intentions of ever letting you go.”
His hands roughly grip my butt, spreading me wide and making my cheeks burn as he groans in delight.
“Such a pretty pink pussy. All slick with need for your alpha.”
“Please,” I whine, the blush on my cheeks spreading down my neck and chest, but my center only gets slicker with his naughty words.
I don’t even know what I’m asking for, I just know only he can give it to me right now. This violent need I feel for the behemoth of a man behind me that everyone else views as a monster is beyond comprehension.
The sound of his zipper being pulled down is loud in my ears and my body tenses in preparation, ready to have him stretching me wide around him with his girth. I clench when I feel his pierced tip at my opening, nearly in pain with how badly I need him. On my next whine, he doesn’t hold back, slamming into me, which knocks the breath from my lungs.
“This… Is… Your… Cock,” he grunts out with each violent thrust into me, leaving me breathless.
He doesn’t take it easy on me, his grip on my hips bruising as he slams into me repeatedly, grunting as his balls slap against my clit, making my eyes want to cross.
“Feel how perfectly snug I am inside of this sweet pussy, pretty girl? That’s because I was made for you in every fucking way. Just as you were made for me.”
I’m lost to sensation and drowning in his words, his feral intensity that lights me on fire from the inside. This alpha, thisghost, owns me, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go.