Chapter 11

Chapter 11

JESSICA

“Grayson-”

“Shut up,” he growls.

I shove at his chest–hard–but it’s like pushing against a wall of muscle wrapped in rage. He doesn’t budge. Instead, he catches both of my wrists in one hand–fast, rough–and yanks them up over my head, pinning them against the cold

metal shelf behind me.

The shelf rattles violently. Something tumbles off–a can? A box? I don’t know. It crashes to the floor like thunder, but I barely hear it.

I’m too busy trying to breathe.

His other hand grips my jaw–firm, possessive–and angles my face to the side like he’s done it a thousand times in his head.

“Stop talking,” he snarls.

Then he licks me.

God.

From the curve of my neck all the way up to just under my ear–slow, wet, claiming–and I swear I feel it in every nerve, every fucking inch of me.

I shiver.

My stomach flips.

Heat coils low–deep and fast and wrong.

“God, you taste…” he groans, voice wrecked. “Fuck.”

His mouth drags back down–kissing, sucking, biting–and I can’t even think straight. It’s too much.

“You don’t get it, do you,” he mutters into my skin. Another kiss. Another bite.

My fingers dig into the metal shelf behind me like it’s the only thing keeping me upright. “I’ve waited for this,” he groans. “Dreamed of this mouth. This neck.”

He angles me again, dragging his tongue over my pulse, and I swear I moan like he just touched between my legs. My breath stutters. My hips twitch.

I’m not even trying to hide it.

“Grayson-

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“So soft,” he rasps. “So fuckin‘ sweet.”

His hand slides under my shirt. Rough fingers against bare skin. I gasp again, my body arching into him on instinct.

“I hate you,” I whisper.

His tongue slides up my throat again. “Lie better,” he growls.

blink. Hard. The memory rips away like it burned me–like my body still feels him pressed against mine, mouth hot and filthy against my skin.

Asshole.

edge of it like a goddamn statue–arms crossed, shoulders

Grayson fucking Westwood.

more lap,” he

In

I freeze.

who keeps

kidding me?” I snap, turning with

Seven.

are begging. My shirt is soaked. And my pride? It’s

up beside me,

piss him off earlier,”

“I didn’t

groans above

are watching this mess and seriously considering throwing hands. I feel a drop hits my shoulder. Then

air shifts–wet, thick, and

Wilkinson,” Grayson calls

hot in my ears.

Then make it eight

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step forward, ready to snap, ready to tell him to shove his order right up his smug Alpha ass–but he cuts me off before

you can be a fucking example of what a weak omega looks

he probably meant them to. Or maybe he knew exactly what he was doing. I freeze where I stand. Logan mutters something under his breath-“Dude, what the fuck?“–but I don’t hear the rest. Everything else fades. Because the second Grayson

throat tightens. My chest burns. My eyes start

here. Not in front of all these people. Not in front of

something worth chasing. And now he’s standing there like I’m just some pathetic trainee he gets to humiliate in front

I won’t give him the satisfaction. I won’t let him see me

each word sharp and

anyone can say a word, before the tears can

first drop of rain slaps against

“Fucking weak?”

edge of the field, lungs on fire, heart slamming like

“Fuck you, Grayson!”

the whole goddamn

it.

Weak?

ever fucking wanted. After gripping my wrists like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss me or strangle me. After looking at me

I’m

Bite me, Alpha.

Better yet–choke on it.

the track again, splashing through a puddle so hard water hits my thigh. I don’t

sound of his voice. The heat still between

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I let him touch

I liked it.

to parade me like some pathetic, mouthy

show him weak. I’ll show him

face

spitting in his mouth after I make him

eyes burn. I blink hard, once, twice, don’t let the tears fall.

Not today.

my thighs are still clenching like

bastard,” I snarl under my

if he comes near me

My breath snags.

at my boot like the forest

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