Page 24 of Primal

Cody was here because Rob saw me withPete.

“Yeah, well, I’m not interested,” I told him.

“He know that?” Using his hand, he steered me around, so my back was against the wall, and he was pressed into my front.

Everyveryhard inch of him.

“He know this pussy’s mine?”

I gasped when he cupped me through my clothing. “Cody,” I whispered. Holy hell, this was hot.

He leaned down, ran his nose along the side of my neck. “That I’m the one who makes you come?”

“Pete who?” I asked, angling my head for him.

He nipped the spot at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Exactly.” His breath fanned over my heated skin.

“You want to be around boys, that’s fine, but it’ll be with an achy pussy. Ruined panties. And cum drunk.”

“You’re going to fuck me now? Here?” I glanced around the bathroom that had bowling ball wallpaper and smelled like fruity air freshener. I’d do it, I was that turned on.

That thrilled.

His hand slid up my bare thigh and beneath my skirt. Then into my panties.

I gripped his corded forearm, not to push away, but to make sure he didn’t stop.

He licked the side of my neck then murmured, “I’m not claiming my mate in a bowling alley bathroom.” One finger slid into me, hard and deep, driving me up onto my tiptoes. I gasped at the sudden action. My eyes fell closed. While Cody had put his mouth on me–which was substantially more intimate than this since I still had all my clothes on–this was the first time a guy had ever finger banged me. “But I sure as hell can make it known that you’re taken care of.”

“Oh my God,” I breathed, rolling my hips as he fingered me. I’d used a vibrator before–only recently because there was no way I’d have a sex toy in my dad’s house–but this was so much better.

“You’re going to be nice and quiet and come all over my hand. No one hears you but me,” he growled. “Otherwise, I stop and leave you on edge all night.”

I bit my lip and nodded. I wanted to come so, so bad.

He slid a second finger in. “So fucking tight.”

I was so wet, the sound his actions were making was a little embarrassing. Except his palm rubbed over my clit, and I forgot about that. And my name.

“You’re going to go back out there, and Pete’s going to know you’ve already got a man.”

Cody wasn’t gentle. He was almost rough in his actions. Fierce. As if it was his primal need to get me off and quick.

I rocked my hips, practically riding his fingers.

“Good girl,” he praised as I came. “You look so fucking gorgeous when you come, sugar.” He thrust some more, wringing another orgasm out of me. “That’s right, your body knows who owns it. No one else can make you come like this. Who can give you what you need?”

“You can,” I moaned, delirious, trying to catch my breath.

He kissed my neck, slipped up the panties, then patted my pussy gently over them.

“Mine.”

Then he flipped the bolt and left.

If that wasn’t staking his claim, I didn’t know what was.

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