Page 87 of The Denver Alpha

I wipe the water from my face again as I tread water across from her. “I’mthe asshole?” I scowl. “You’rethe one who pushedme!”

“You wouldn’t let me go!” She splashes me again, twisting around to swim to the pool’s edge.

I reach out and grab ahold of her ankle. “I still won’t,” I growl, and she lets out a scream as I yank her toward me easily, her body practically weightless in the water.

She thrashes, water splashing as I tow her in and fight to get my arms around her again, dragging her toward the shallow end so I can find my footing on the bottom of the pool before she fucking drowns me. She twists around, pounding her fists against my chest and screaming out in frustration, but I keep ahold of her. I let Juliet take her anger out on my body until slowly, I feel the fight drain from her and she goes limp in my arms.

“Are you done?” I murmur.

We’re both panting from the exertion of our wrestling match as her gaze flickers up to collide with mine, her eyes bluer than I’ve ever seen them.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Not even close.”

Then it happens.

I’m not sure which of us moves first, but suddenly we’re lunging for each other, clashing together in a frenzy of lips and tongues and teeth.

I’m still holding tight to her as she clings to me, her arms and legs wrapped around my body as we devour one another. The energy between us is frenetic, reaching a fever pitch as we start tugging at each other’s clothes, struggling to peel the saturated fabric from our skin.

My t-shirt lands on the pavement outside the pool with a loud slap. Then her tank top and bra. I don’t even know what happens to my pants and her shorts- they’re forgotten somewhere beneath the surface as we drift closer to the pool’s edge, never breaking our kiss. I cushion the back of Juliet’s head with a hand as I push her up against the wall, her legs wrapping tightly around my hips while the head of my dick fits to her entrance like a heat-seeking missile. I swallow Juliet’s cry as I thrust inside her, a shudder running through me as I bury myself to the hilt.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as I start pumping in and out, setting an unforgiving rhythm. I don’t give a thought to the fact that we’re out in the open where anyone can see us- primal need overrides any sense of rationality as I grip the edge of the pool for leverage and fuck her harder. Deeper. Like I’m trying to imbed myself permanently under her skin; stamp my name on her damn soul.

Juliet breaks the kiss to pull back slightly, panting against my lips. “Touch me.”

I immediately drop a hand between us, seeking out her clit. Her head drops back on a moan when I start rubbing the sensitive nub with my thumb, pushing her closer to climax.

The way we fuck is a reflection of how volatile this thing is between us. It’s not slow or sensual or filled with whispered words of adoration. It’s fast and furious, her nails leaving claw marks on my skin and my fingertips leaving bruises on hers. It’s angry and desperate and impatient and passionate, a cyclone of overwrought emotions pouring out through our bodies.

Water splashes.

My heart races.

Juliet whimpers in pleasure, her thighs clenching tighter around my hips.

I bury my face in her neck and my mouth tingles.

I feel my canines descend.

Lifting my head, Juliet meets my eyes, her own widening upon seeing what’s beyond my parted lips.

Wet strands of hair cling to her face as she shakes her head in alarm. “Not yet.”

“I know,” I say as I thrust into her deeper.

“I’m not ready.”

I punch my hips forward in another hard thrust. “I know.”

Because I do. I knowher, and I know the timing isn’t right. I know we still have things to figure out. And as much as I want to sink my teeth into her flesh and embed my scent beneath her skin, claiming her as my mate and marking her as mine, I’m willing to wait. Because I know it’ll be worth it.

Juliet’s head falls back on another breathy moan as I rub her clit faster, taking her over the edge of oblivion. My groan joins her whimper as she finds release and her inner walls spasm around my cock, her pussy choking my dick until I’m coming right along with her, gripping onto the edge of the pool and shuddering through my climax.

I kiss her face as we both slowly come back down, completely blissed out in the afterglow.

We’ll figure out how to move past what’s happened between us and make this work. I know it as we climb out of the pool, laughing like little kids as we gather our wet clothes. I know it as we tiptoe naked through the packhouse and slip into my room. And I know it when we don’t even make it to the bed before I’m inside her again.

Fate doesn’t make mistakes. Juliet may be young and impulsive and drive me to the brink of my sanity, but damnit if she isn’t also my perfect fucking match.