I gasped. I felt it in my cunt. The way he said it. I felt it right between my legs.
“I’m not..”
“You are,” he cut in.
“You walked into this party unmarked, smelling like slick, and now you’re looking at me like I’m the first man you’ve ever wanted to get on your knees for.”
I couldn’t speak.
My body was shaking too hard. My breath was coming too fast. My thighs rubbed together and made it worse.
“You haven’t been claimed,” he said.
His hand ghosted over my hip, fingers not touching, just hovering. The heat of him alone made my stomach twist.
“No scent on you. No bite on your neck. No Alpha c**k inside you to keep you in line.”
“Please,” I breathed, but I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
His hand moved up. Grazed my ribs. The fabric of my dress was soaked there too. Stick
