eyes burning into hers, he bent down, speaking lowly
in her ear. “I’m trying, Lexa. It’s just…
really hard. That scent. Your scent. It’s driving me crazy,”
he admitted with a groan, his tongue licking out and teasing up the
side of her face. Alexa jolted, gasping quickly as he tugged her
closer. “I want to touch you so bad. Want to… God, I
want to taste you.”
She closed her eyes, hearing the struggle in his voice. He didn’t
want this. He was sick and he was doing things he didn’t really
want to do.
“Just go to bed,” Alexa said. “Go to bed and
when you wake up, it’ll be time to go to the doctor. Just get
through the night, Seth. It’s not even five hours. You can do
this.”
Growling lowly, Seth’s fingers gripped her hip harder, his
hand moving back and sliding down her bare ass, her thong doing
little to protect her from his burning touch. Alexa held herself
still, knowing if she moved, it would be into the touch. “Five
hours," he repeated hoarsely, his breathing strained. “Just
five hours.”
“Yeah, just five hours. I can even use a sleeping charm.”
“Okay… okay.” Panting, he pulled his face away
from her neck. Glancing down, Alexa bit her bottom lip, finding his
jeans tented, Seth fully erect and beyond large.
“Go lie down,” she whispered, fighting the dizziness
washing over her. God, he was big. Big and full of venom. And venom
could make a guy last, go for hours—If it didn’t drive
them insane first. But Seth didn’t like her like that. He was
her friend to the point that he got hurt by her getting a tattoo
without him. It didn’t matter what the fucking beast inside him
was saying, he didn’t want this. “Go lie down and I’ll
cast you to sleep.”
He reluctantly let her go, his hand delving down between her
thighs first, Lexa swaying and swallowing hard when he rubbed the
underside of her pussy, the material of her panties the only barrier
between them. His eyes locked on hers, Seth again raised his hand to
his nose, breathing in her arousal again.
Fuck. Whatever was in him was totally fucking him up. She tried to
ignore the throb in her core, the way her pussy clenched to know Seth
was getting off on the scent of her. He was hurting over his breakup.
He was just trying to heal after Chloe tore his heart out but not
before the bitch broke it during the last year. This would only hurt
him more.
Seth laid out slowly on the couch, his eyes never leaving hers,
his lips sucking his fingers while his dick strained against his
zipper. “Five hours,” she reminded, stepping back to the
couch with a sleeping charm in hand she had gotten from her purse.
He nodded, his eyes sliding down again to where the tattoo was
peeking out from her panties.
“Seth, damn it,” she gasped, his closest hand wrapping
around the back of her thighs and pulling closer. “Stop.”
“Not going to hurt you,” he muttered softly, Seth's
breath hot as he pressed his face up against the front of her
underwear. “Just… Just want to smell you. You smell so
good, Lexa. So sexy… You are so fucking sexy.”
“Damn it.” Her breath coming out in fast pants, Alexa
tangled her fingers into his thick hair to keep from falling forward
when Seth pulled her closer, his lips parting and tongue sliding over
the material of her panties. She should tell him to stop, should push
him away but hell, she couldn’t seem to do anything but hold on
as he nuzzled between her thighs and breathed her sex in. He was
holding her so effortlessly tight, his breath so hot, the bristle of
his jaw prickly and sending tremors through her down to her toes.
“You’re soaked,” Seth said with a low groan, his
tongue sliding out and rubbing on the underside of her pussy, teasing
at the edge of her panties and the crease of her thigh.
“Seth,” she gasped out, rocking her hips forward while
hating her lack of restraint. “You shouldn’t. You’re
not right…”
“I can’t get your fucking scent