Page 88 of Shattered Trinket

I vaguely hear the door open, but I’m so lost in the monster behind me, completely owning my body without a care. My eyes open and I see a figure through the haze. Blinking my eyes, I realize it’s the woman from earlier, staring in shock with her mouth open. Her jaw clenches when she sees I’ve noticed her and her fists clench, her face scrunching in anger when Jeremiah growls‘mine’against my throat.

I moan, every nerve inside of me feeling like a live wire, sending pulses of pleasure zinging through my body. I can’t even find it in me to be embarrassed at being caught, though I’m positive once this is all said and done, I’ll be mortified, despite how wretched the woman was to me.

Jeremiah’s teeth clamp down on the skin at the back of my neck, and I almost beg him to mark me, but shut my lips before the words can pass.

Not the time or place.

“Such a good girl for me,” my Ghost purrs at my throat, and my eyes lose focus when the tip of his pierced length hits a spot deep inside me that has me seeing a whole new galaxy of stars.

My hips are digging into the sink in front of me, but even that can’t take away from how good my alpha makes me feel. His body completely engulfs mine, yet he’s so gentle with me.

Unless he’s owning me, body and soul, then he lets go, becoming downright feral.

I’m learning that I’m partial to both sides.

I gasp when he’s so deep inside of me, he’s all I can feel, and his hips circle, pushing me higher. After that, I forget all about the woman, all of my focus on the alpha at my back as he shows me he’s mine and mine alone.

His hand creeps around and a finger settles on my clit, thrumming it and making me scream his name as I clench him tight inside of me, covering him in my slick and begging for his knot despite where we are.

He doesn’t give it to me, which upsets me until the pleasurable haze wears off and I come back down to earth, remembering where we are. My cheeks burn as he slowly thrusts into me one more time before slipping out, and I feel his cum slide down my inner thighs, which only makes my cheeks burn hotter when I notice him watching the way it glides down with a hungry look.

When he reaches behind me, turning the water on and grabbing handfuls of napkins to wet, before kneeling at my feet, I suck in a sharp breath. Tears sting my eyes at the way he gingerly cleans my legs, and when he reaches between them, I gasp and hold on to the sink’s edge as he shoves his face there and cleanses me with his tongue without a care that he’s still dripping out of me.

I come again before he’s finished, and he helps me slide my pants back up my shaky legs, buttoning and zipping them for me before dropping a sweet kiss to the tip of my nose when I lean my head back and look up at him.

He blows out a breath, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You’re too good for me,” he murmurs, and I rest my hands on his chest, hating that he’s so hard on himself.

He’s one of the best people I know, and he has the biggest heart and kindest soul when he lets you in.

“You’re perfect for me, my Ghost.”

Bending, he rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes. I watch his chest rise and fall as he takes deep breaths, and I keep my hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating against my palms rhythmically.

“I love you, Cozette. Without you, there is no me. Don’t ever forget that again, understood?”

There’s a frown on his lips, and a crease between his eyebrows that has me reaching up until my index finger rests there, gently running along the center and down the bridge of his nose untilhis features relax. My lip wobbles and I swallow around the lump in my throat, but I nod.

“Yes, Alpha,” I say, making him chuckle and shake his head at me.

“Come on. Let’s get home before the others come searching for us.”

We walk out, me nestled underneath his arm and tucked safely into his side, as he glares at everyone that turns to look at us. I tip my head down when I see the beta woman from earlier, but Jeremiah stops in his tracks and turns to face me, a thunderous look on his face when he tips my chin up to look at him. I swallow, nibbling on my lip as I get lost in his eyes, and I know everyone in this room can smell me, smell the need on me as I look up at my scowling alpha, because Gods do I want him all over again.

“You don’t lower your head forher, Dove. You don’t lower your head foranyone. She’snothingcompared to you.Youbelong at my side, not her,” he seethes, only looking away from me long enough to aim a glare so harsh at the woman that even I shiver at the coldness.

She quickly scrambles away, running out of the bar without a backwards glance, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my lips. Because although her words hurt me, the reality is that she’s afraid of my alpha, despite how much she may want him.

But I’m not.

I’m not afraid of him at all, and he’smine.

When we get home later, Jeremiah barely lets me speak to the others before he’s dragging me up the stairs and into my room, throwing me on the bed before he covers me completely with his body. He spends the entire night hammering home that he’s mine and I’m his, and by the next morning, not a single doubt is left in my mind about who owns him, body and soul.

Thirty-Two

Emmanuel