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“Baby?”
“Did she just fucking call you baby?”
“In front ofah! 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 cussout again and | swear to the moon, nothing
turnson more than the way she glares atlike she wants to killand kissin the sbreath.
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,” | 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 flaring. “Why did she want to talk with you anyway? And why are you letting
her touch you like that?”
| smirk - fuck, | can’t help it. She's so hot when she’s spitting fire. “Are you jealous?”
Her eyes flash. | 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.
| laugh, low and rough, right against her jaw. “Sure, baby. Keep lying to yourself.”
She tries to buckoff. Dumb move. My thigh just presses harder between hers and | 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,” she growls, struggling in my grip. “Go entertain your little Luna.”
Luna.
Fucking hell.
| groan, dropping my head to the crook 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
“She touched your arm,” she accuses, biting each word out like poison. “And you let her. You fucking let her.”
“So?” | mutter, dragging my lips across her neck, biting just enough to feel her jerk. “What, you want to mark me
up yourself? Put your mouth where hers was?”
Her eyes flare.
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Troll my hips again, grinding slow, watching her breath catch. Her legs twitch around mine - fighting it. Heading
in
| should've told Arla to fuck off the moment she opened her mouth, that bitch is really looking for trouble. | 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 ta girl touches me. |
mean, she acts like she doesn’t know who owns me. Who | crawl for. Who | 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 t| see her, all | ever imagined is to put her on
all fours, push her face into the pillow, and fuck her so deep she’ll get knocked up with our pups.
| sit up on my elbows, the sheet sliding down my abs, her eyes tracking the movement. Perv. “She toldwe're
having dinner later with her father,” | 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?”
| swallow. Keep doing that and I'll probably just fuck her. Tss. She doesn’t even know what she’s playing with. “I
don’t have a fucking choice.”
| mutter.
“You always have a choice.”
Goddess, look at her. That bratty little mouth that talks back and drivesinsane and makesimagine the
most depraved shit I've ever thought in my life.
“I'm not going to fuck her, Jess,” | 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. | want to laugh. | want to fucking moan.
“She touched my arm,” | echo, rolling my hips up against hers, just to feel her pulse race. “And you were ready
to claw her fucking eyes out.”
She doesn’t deny 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 | wasn’t.”
| bite the inside of my cheek. Fucking hell. That answer shouldn't makethis hard.
I roll us, pinning her again, our bodies sliding against the sheets, every inch of her underlike fire under skin.
She's staring up atwith that look-furious, embarrassed, hungry-and | swear to the Goddess, if she breathes
w cock buried so deep in her she'll forget Aria ever existed.
‘Il end up with my
“I hold back so hard for you, Jess.” | whisper it as | kiss the corner of her mouth. “You don’t even know. You think |
don’t want to ruin you every fucking morning you walk around in those tiny shorts, acting like you're not mine?”
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| kiss her throat, her collarbone. 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.”
“So, you're still going?”
“You don’t wantto,” | say, low, dragging my hand up her thigh. “That's cute.”
“Grayson-"
| groan, dragging my mouth back up to hers, barely brushing our lips.
“If I don’t show, they'll notice,” | mutter. “Aria’s dad will take it as disrespect. I'm already walking on glass there.*
Her jaw clenches.
“But,” | add, voice dipping, “she invited you too.”
That makes her blink.
“She what?”
“You. Pierce. Logan, if you want to drag his tic ass along.”
| watch it hit her. Her whole body goes stiff under mine.
“She invited me? Knowing I'd be with you?”
“Mhm.” | kiss her nose. “Aria’s not subtle. She thinks she’s playing chess, but baby, she brought a dagger to a
gunfight.”
Jess shifts underagain 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.”
| laugh, full and loud, burying my face in her 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
| grin. “Say it, then. Con. Callit.”
She stares at me, eyes narrowing, lips twitching.
“Asshole.”
“Not that one.”
“Dog.”
And | swear to the fucking moon, | could marry her right now.
But before | can say it-
Knock knock knock.
insult.”
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Jessical Let's eat dinner”
Het evés go huge. She shoves at my chest. “Get up shit, shit, get off me
1 laugh, dragging the blanket 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.”
| sit up slowly, shamelessly grinning. “You're cute when you're scared.”
“I'm not scared. | just don’t want my brother walking in and finding his Alpha between my legs.”
| start tugging on my pants, lazy, not even hurrying.
Another knock. Louder.
“Jess? You okay?”
She’s shovingnow, draggingtoward the window.
Ilook at it, then back at her.
“You're serious?”
“Use it. Fast.”
“I'm your Alpha,” | hiss, yanking on my shirt. “And you wantto jump out the fucking window?”
“You're my dog, Grayson.”
She kisses my cheek, wicked-fast.
“Bye. | love you.”
And then she shoves me, one last time.
Tgo.
Laughing.
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