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.

into the field and to the asshole standing at the edge of

Grayson fucking Westwood.

more lap,” he

In front

I freeze.

Trainees. Even that one she–wolf who keeps batting

me?” I snap, turning with fire in my eyes. “I’ve

Seven.

soaked. And my pride? It’s already bleeding from

up beside

told you not to piss him off earlier,”

glare. “I didn’t do

sky groans

are watching this mess and seriously considering

air shifts–wet, thick,

more, Wilkinson,” Grayson

in my ears. “I’ve done seven,”

Then make it eight

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ready to tell him to shove his order right up his smug Alpha ass–but he cuts me off before I even open my

fucking example

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

tightens. My chest burns. My eyes

in front of all these people. Not in

he wanted, something worth chasing. And now he’s standing there like I’m just some pathetic trainee he gets to humiliate in front of the pack. Like that storage room. never happened. Like I

and fury are fighting for space under my skin. I won’t give him the satisfaction. I won’t let him see me break. I straighten my spine, force the

word sharp and laced with glass. “You want

a word,

as I hit the track. Thunder rolls across the field like a warning, and the first drop of rain slaps against my cheek like a second insult. Weak omega. His voice keeps echoing inside my skull, louder

“Fucking weak?”

of the field, lungs on fire, heart slamming like it’s trying

“Fuck you, Grayson!”

the whole goddamn pack hears.

it.

Weak?

like I was the only thing he ever fucking wanted. After gripping my wrists like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss

I’m

Bite me, Alpha.

Better yet–choke on it.

track again, splashing through a puddle so hard water hits my thigh.

his voice. The heat still between my legs. The burn in my throat

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let him touch

I liked it.

now he wants to parade me like some pathetic, mouthy

I’ll

face under my

his mouth after I

blink hard, once, twice, don’t let the tears fall. I won’t cry

Not today.

still clenching like

I snarl

me again–if he even looks at me–something

My breath snags.

boot like the forest itself just told me to

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