<b>Chapter </b><b>38 </b>
GRAYSON
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“Baby?”
“Did she just fucking call you baby?”
“In front of me ah! Grayson…”
There she shut up. My baby looks so fucking beautiful with madness on her face.
Hair a mess, cheeks flushed, lips parted like she’s about to cuss me out again and I swear to the moon, nothing turns me on more <b>than </b><b>the </b>way she res at me like she wants to kill me and kiss me in the same breath.
I’ve got her pinned under me, her wrists caught in one hand above her head. My thigh’s between hers, spreading her wide.
“Ignore her,” I mutter, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, not quite letting our lips meet. “She means nothing. You know that.”
Jess jerks her head back, nostrils ring. “Why did she want to talk with you anyway? And why are you letting her touch you like that?”
I smirk – fuck, I can’t help it. She’s so hot when she’s spitting fire. “Are you jealous?”
Her eyes sh. I roll my hips down slow, just enough to press my hard–on against her soaked panties. She gasps and fuck, that sound could
end me.
“I am not,” she snaps.
She says she’s not jealous.
Cute.
Iugh, low and rough, right against her jaw. “Sure, baby. Keep lying to yourself.”
She tries to buck me off. Dumb move. My thigh just presses harder between hers and I feel it – that slick heat against my leg that says she’s full of shit. She’s wet. Furious. Gorgeous. And mine.
“Get off me, asshole,<i>” </i>she growls, struggling in my grip. “Go entertain your little Luna.”
Luna.
Fucking hell.
I groan, dropping my head to the <i>crook </i>of her neck, breathing her in. Her jealousy will be the death of me. If she only knew what it does to me. If she only knew I’d let her cut my throat open if it meant she’d keep looking at me like that – like she owns me and hates it.
“She touched your arm<i>,</i><i>” </i>she uses, biting each word out like poison. “And you let her. You fucking let her.”
“So?” I mutter, dragging my lips across her neck, biting just enough to feel her jerk. “What, you want to mark me <b>up </b>yourself? <b>Put </b><b>your </b><b>mouth </b>where hers was?”
Her eyes re.
Fuck.
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Troll my hips <b>again</b><b>, </b>grinding slow, watching her breath catch. Her legs twitch around mine – fighting it. Heading in
I should’ve told A to fuck off the moment she opened her mouth, that bitch is really looking for trouble. I know what we’d deta cannot touch her unless I’m fucking sure I’m ready to burn her alive,
Soon.
When that happens, I’m going to let Jess watch, so she knows not to get mad every time a girl touches me. I mean, she acts like she doesn’t know who owns me. Who I crawl for. Who I fucking kneel for every goddamn time she so much as breathes too hard near me,
It’s only her. Always her.
Jess probably doesn’t know it yet I’m addicted with her. Every time I see her, all I ever imagined is to put her on all fours, <b>push </b><b>her </b>face into the pillow, and fuck her so deep she’ll get knocked up with our pups.
I sit up on my elbows, the sheet sliding down my abs, her eyes tracking the movement. Perv. “She told me we’re having dinner <bter </b><b>with </b><b>her </b>father,” I say, voice low, rough, like it hurts to say it out loud.
Jess shifts onto her side. Her hair spills over her face, and she shoves it back with a scowl, but then–fuck–she rests her head on my chest.
Her fingers graze along my ribs. “And you’re going?”
I swallow. Keep doing that and I’ll probably just fuck her. Tss. She doesn’t even know what she’s ying with. “I don’t have a fucking choice<b>.</b>”
I mutter.
“You always have a choice.”
Goddess, look at her. That bratty little mouth that talks back and drives me insane and makes me imagine the most depraved shit I’ve <b>ever </b>thought in my life.
“I’m not going to fuck her, Jess,” I say through my teeth. “I don’t even want her breathing near me.”
I watch her swallow. Her throat moves. Fuck.
“She touched your arm.”
Oh, baby. I want tough. I want to fucking moan.
“She touched my arm,” I echo, rolling my hips up against hers, just to feel her pulse race. “And you were ready to w her fucking eyes out.”
She doesn’t <i>deny </i>it. She doesn’t even flinch. My beautiful little psycho. She just holds my stare and clenches her jaw like she’s the one barely restraining herself.
“That better mean you’re mine.”
“I never said I wasn’t.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. Fucking hell. That answer shouldn’t make me this hard.
I roll us, pinning her again, our bodies sliding against the sheets, every inch of her under me like fire under skin.
She’s staring up at me with that look–furious, embarrassed, hungry–and I swear to the Goddess, if she breathes <b>w </b>cock buried so deep in her she’ll forget Aria ever existed.
‘ll end <b>up </b><b>with </b><b>my </b>
“I hold back so hard for <i>you</i><i>, </i>Jess.” I whisper it as I kiss the corner of her mouth. “You don’t even know. You <b>think </b>I <b>don’t </b>want <b>to </b><b>ruin </b><b>you </b>every fucking morning you walk around in those tiny shorts, acting like you’re not mine?”
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I <b>kiss </b><b>her </b><b>throat</b>, her corbone. Drag my tongue across her skin like I’m starving.
“I could be such a bad fucking man for you. You’d hate how much you liked it.”
<b>“</b><b>So</b>, you’re still going?”
“You don’t want me to,” I say, low, dragging my hand up her thigh. “That’s cute.”
“Grayson-”
I groan, dragging my mouth back up to hers, barely brushing our lips.
“If I don’t show, they’ll notice,” I mutter. “Aria’s dad will take it as disrespect. I’m already walking on ss there.*
Her jaw clenches.
“But,” I add, voice dipping, “she invited you too.”
That makes her blink.
“She what?”
“You. Pierce. Logan, if you want to drag his dramatic ass along.”
I watch it hit her. Her whole body goes stiff under mine.
“She invited me? Knowing I’d be with you?”
“Mhm.” I kiss her nose. “Aria’s not subtle. She thinks she’s ying chess, but baby, she brought a dagger to a gunfight.”
Jess shifts under me again not to pull away. Just to get a better angle. Her thigh curls around my hip like muscle memory.
Her voice is a mutter now. “If i go, I’m bringing silverware.”
Iugh, full and loud, burying my face in <i>her </i>shoulder.
“You’re jealous. It’s hot.”
“I’m not jealous,” she says, very obviously lying. “I just don’t like that she calls you baby. That’s my
I grin. “Say it, then. Come on. Call me it.”
She stares at me, eyes narrowing, lips twitching.
“Asshole.”
“Not that one.”
“Dog.”
And I swear to the fucking moon, I could marry her right now.
But before I can say it-
Knock knock knock.
insult.”
Jessical Let’s <b>eat </b><b>dinner</b>”
Het evés go huge. She shoves at my chest. “Get up shit, shit, get off me
1ugh, dragging the nket up as she climbs over me, hair wild, panicked. She throws one of my shirts at my face.
“Ge away. Pierce will kill you.”
“Let him. I’ll die happy.”
“Grayson.”
I sit up slowly, shamelessly grinning. “You’re cute when you’re scared.”
“I’m not scared. I just don’t want my brother walking in and finding his Alpha between my legs.”
I start tugging on my pants,zy, not even hurrying.
Another knock. Louder.
“Jess? You okay?”
She’s shoving me now, dragging me toward the window.
I look at it, then back at her.
“You’re serious?”
“Use it. Fast.”
“I’m your Alpha,” I hiss, yanking on my shirt. “And you want me to jump out the fucking window?”
“You’re my dog, Grayson.”
She kisses my cheek<i>, </i>wicked–fast.
“Bye. I love <i>you</i>.”
And then she shoves me, onest time.
Tgo.
Laughing.