My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) by Demiah13

Avery’s pov

His scent was the first thing that hit me like a blow to the face. Even though he had just got out of a match and was sweaty, he still smelled like spice and something else that was soothing.

And then his heat. It brushed up against me, making me shiver. He was really close. So close and I could touch him in seconds. And his eyes…those blues trapped me like the ocean.

I shyly looked at him under my lashes, my skin buzzing while my heart thrummed. “And you shouldn’t be in here. This is the girl’s bathroom.” I pointed at the stalls with a jerk of my thumb.

His lips quirk and he surprised me when he took a step forward which resulted in me to take one step back, then another until I was pressing against the sink and he’s pressing against me.

My eyes widen and my breath hitch. “X-ade,” I shivered, feeling like some kind of electricity was zapping around us.

He freezes, his eyes staring down at me with a mixture of surprise and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on since he again startles me when his head dip to snuggle between my head and shoulder, his hand grabbing a hold of my hip.

I should be fearing right now, a stranger, a guy I barely knew was touching me. But I can’t find it in me to push him away or feel gross. There was something about him, something about Xade that pull me in and crave more.

“Say it again,” he said hoarsely, his voice so deep a shiver runs down my spine.

I gripped his arm, shuddering when I felt him pressing against my stomach. I should feel alarmed, I should be running for the hills right now. But I can’t explain the exact opposite of the feeling I am swimming with now.

Instead I am very and I mean very aware of the sleek heat between my legs that were quickly dampening my panties.

to the spot between my legs. I gasp, my nails digging into

it again,”

his voice more hoarse than

his lips brush along my neck and his grip

your tongue is maddening,” he groaned, hips pushing forward. “You have no idea how much

like jello. “You really shouldn’t have come here Avery,” the way he said made my name

warm and the tip of his nose is a bit cold. He draws in a breath, a large lungful as if wanting to imprint

my skin. I’m shivering, unable to push him away

up against them. When the said stranger is feeling them up and making sure they revealed

This is…in his words…maddening.

and I gasp when I felt the tip of his tongue trace

I press it against his. Can he feel

are you?” I asked breathily when he

he? Why does he seem familiar? Why am I not repulsed? Why do

question because of the lost contact. I wanted his lips back on my neck, his

and running a shaky hand through his hair. The tresses stick up wildly and I want to run my own fingers

my neck. Now he wants me to stay away from him? Why is he so hot then cold? He’s

my brows furrowing. “You were touching me, begging me to say your name

didn’t suffer a dent in the surface.