His Trouble Maker

Chapter 26

JESSICA

“Fuck, Jess-“Grayson grits, pounding into me as he shoves all the way in, one brutal thrust that knocks the air from my lungs. My hands slap the wall. My knees give out. He catches me with a growl and fucks me harder. “You hide this pussy from me all week? All

Il fucking week?”

My check’s pressed to the concrete. My legs are shaking. My fingers claw at the shell, trying to hold on. He pulls out halfway–slams back in Again. Again.

“Grayson-“I gasp, already unraveling

He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanks my head back like he owns me–and licks a long, filthy stripe up the side of my neck.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he pants against my skin, voice cracked and shaking. “Ahh, fuck–like you’re made for me.”

I moan, desperate and breathless, hips jerking back against his every thrust. I’m not even trying to play it cool. We’ve got thirty minutes–tops -before the training center floods with warriors and commandants and every sharp–nosed enforcer who’d smell the sex off me in seconds.

Grayson doesn’t care. He’s gone.

He fists my hair tighter, dragging my head back until I’m arching for him like I need this–because I do–and growls into my ear, “Then come fast, omega. We don’t have time.”

He drags me back by the hips, pulls out hallway, then shoves back in deep, forcing a scream from my throat. The metal shelf in front of me rattles with every thrust, and I’m clawing at it like it’s the only thing keeping me upright

“Grayson-“I gasp. I’m already shaking. My thighs are soaked.

He shoves deeper. I cry out.

“That’s it.” One hand slides around my waist, rough fingers rubbing circles against my clit while he pounds into me from behind. “You sound so pretty when you fall apart. So sweet. So fucking good for me.”

My vision blurs. I’m close. So close.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he growls, frantic now, his rhythm turning messy, desperate. “You gonna come while I’m balls–deep in you? While anyone could open that door and find you spread and soaked and fucking–mine?”

“Grayson, I-“My words dissolve into a sob.

“Do it,” he hisses. “Come for me, Jess. Come on my cock. Let me feel it–let me feel you claiming me back.”

I break.

My body convulses, mouth open in a soundless scream as my orgasm hits like a car crash, fast and brutal and unforgiving I’m clenching so hard it pulls a groan from his chest.

“Fuck–fuck, baby, that’s it-“he slams into me once, twice–then holds, buried deep, trembling, “Gonna fill you up. Gonna stuff you so full

you won’t walk straight”

He doesn’t pull out.

His cock twitches inside me, leaking heat, and I can feel it–every drop–spilling out around him and soaking down my thighs.

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shoulders, still panting, will hard. His hips twitch again. Just a tiny

you to not tease me like that.” His mouth finds my shoulder. Then my neck.L have to roll my eyes on him because

eye–roll–and tilt my head just enough to glare at

I told you I’m

and way too proud

push back against his chest like it’ll prove something, but my legs are jelly and his cock’s still buried inside me, so really it’s just pathetic squirming

curls around my stomach again, possessive. “You pouted through every training session this week. Practically snarled at

who asked about me.”

face flushes. “I

Jakob’s neck,

my head around. “That was one

not gentle. “You nearly started a territory fight in the weight

something under my breath. He hears it anyway. Of course

he whispers, nosing behind my ear. “Still

twist around to face him–mostly to glare, maybe to slap his stupid smug face–but he just tightens his arm around my waist and grinds his

god-“My head thumps against the wall again. “You’re the

prins against my neck. “You missed

“…Shut up.”

“You missed me.”

“I hate you.

then thrusts once–deep and slow

gasp but he’s not

ear, breath hot and filthy. “One

slams

him it was just a mistake, but he can’t get over it. Seriously, how the hell does he know? I’m dying to know who spilled it to

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me, voice low and amused like he thinks this is funny, “you’re very lucky today. Not your ass on

a glare sharp enough to slice tendon.

the field–that growl–and

don’t finish the

made a deal to not let anyone know about us but that means he torturing me in

I tell you

mouth opens. My first instinct is to bite back–to say something sharp, to humiliate him right here in front of Logan and the

Worse for me.

Worse for him.

Worse for tonight

little. Just enough. My voice is low and careful. “I’m sorry,

That did it.

hitches, Yeah, I think. That did