Chapter 5 | Steamy Makeout

~Kiki~

I sucked in a sharp breath, and I swear my heart was ready to burst. Can there be anything more embarrassing? I threw his shirt on the floor behind me and stood there like a statue.

Once I found my voice, I came up with a bullshit explanation.

"The omega who... who d-does the laundry wanted to check if anything needed to be taken out for la-laundry so that I could take them to the laundry for the omega who does the laundry." 

Jeez!

"Okay, the omega will do the laundry. But why was my shirt pressed to your nose?" 

He towered over me, wrapped in a towel, with beads of water clinging to his hard abs and taut chest muscles. More water dripped from his hair, but that was not where my attention was. I licked my lips at the sight of the hard-on tenting up under his towel.  

"I-I didn't d-do that," I choked out. I was talking about the shirt, but my eyes were fixed on what was under the towel.

His eyes had turned stormy grey as he leaned in some more. Unable to handle all of my senses going into overdrive, I shut my eyes tightly. My breathing went extra ragged as a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, causing electricity to shoot through my body.

My knees turned wobbly when he pressed his lips against the sharp of my cheekbones. The realization that he was breathing heavily as well made me shiver.

Tipping his head to the side, he dipped his tongue in my mouth for a demanding kiss, groaning with such need and passion that it made me dig my fingers into his back. I had zero control over those fingers or my lips. I just wanted to taste him endlessly as he pushed his tongue against mine.

The throbbing between my legs turned unbearable, begging me to press into him harder. While holding us mouth to mouth with his hand at the back of my head, he pushed me against the wall. We continued kissing for maybe several minutes, or was it just two seconds? The swelling in his lower lip told me it had been minutes, not seconds.

Ah, the perfection of his lips! I placed my hands on his broad shoulders, pressing kisses down his neck.  

"Kiki...!"

I sucked the pulsing vein in his neck and could feel his body shudder from the surge of pleasure that zapped through him. His eyes were now black from the dilated pupils as his wolf was clawing to come to the surface. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my head back to stop me from kissing him.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?"

"I was just... you know, laundry..."

"If I see you again anywhere near this locker room, I will fuck you right here against this wall."

Did I mind that? Not at all. I rather have him do that now instead of waiting for the next time.

What was wrong with me? 

He already chose his mate. Even if he hadn't, he would never choose me. Hell, if I was his mate, he would have rejected me three years ago.

What was the meaning of all this then? It was no longer a one-sided secret crush. He felt this crazy, unexplained attraction too.

Even now, when he was asking me to stay away, we were nose to nose, and he had his arm wrapped around my waist, fighting the tumultuous sensations that were wanting to take control.

Peeling me off his hard body, he squeezed my jaw and made it all look like my fault. "Why are you doing this to me?" He seemed to search my eyes for clues.

Letting go of his shoulders and moving my face to the side to free it from his grip, I put some distance between us. We both knew it wasn't my doing. I guess it's easier to pass the blame and get mad at me while I sputtered like a lustful idiot.

I couldn't help scowling at him before turning away and running out of that place. One second I was floating in the cradle of ecstasy and the next moment he made me feel like a lustful slut who's got the hots for him. Well, it was no secret my body craved for him, but it was equally his fault for initiating the kiss and losing control.

Stomping my way out of the training grounds, I walked back to my adoptive parents' home.

My breathing was still labored, and my chest was pounding like crazy. It was all because of his scent that lingered on my body, radiating a weird buzzing like feeling all over my skin.

Was this what everyone meant when they said 'tingling sensation'? But they said they felt it when their mate touched them. I wasn't even old enough to feel the mate bond, and only Alpha Kayden knew what the hell he was feeling.

I opened the front door and was greeted by a heated makeout session between a shirtless Benji and Megan who wasn't wearing anything except her panties. I was supposed to be at school and my parents were off to work, so these two were going all out with third base right on the plush leather couch. 

Gross!

"Pinky, w-what gives?"

My face was flushed when I saw Benji's boner under the gray boxers he was wearing. They both were under eighteen and it was likely they would not be mates. But neither of them cared about it.

Benji was going to be eighteen a month after my birthday, and Megan might get her heart broken if he found someone else. She looked like she was chill with whatever the Moon Goddess had in store for them, but I knew deep down how she felt about Benji. She looked super pissed at me for interrupting them, but he looked concerned.

"Why do you look so pale? And why are you home at this time?"

"Not in the mood to go to school."

"Is that really you talking? Did someone say something? Why do you look so out of breath, by the way? Doesn't she smell different to you?" He asked my sister.

Ugh, this boy! Not sure what Alpha Kayden smelled like to everyone, but his musky, masculine scent saturated my senses right now.

"Are you here to be the third wheel?" Megan snapped at me and grabbed Benji's wrist, taking him upstairs to her bedroom. 

I also walked up the stairs after a couple of minutes. If I wanted to feel better, I needed to wash this scent off my body and stop thinking about him. After stripping my clothes off, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water fully caress my body. 

It didn't help much. I wanted Alpha Kayden's large rough hands to do the caressing instead. My thoughts drifted off to his hard chiseled stomach, his savagely handsome face and bare chest, broad shoulders, the extraordinary feel of his back muscles under my palms, mmm...

I was touching myself again. The sounds from the adjacent room didn't help the situation either. I could hear the movement of the bed and imagine the mattress sinking in under their weight. I clawed at the wall and arched forward, conjuring up images of Alpha Kayden in my bed, with me writhing under his grip as his sensual mouth latched on my pebbled buds and suckled.

Pushing my fingers up through my moist folds and rubbing my stiff nub before dipping the tips into my entrance, I let out a soft gasp. Megan's loud moans from the next room drowned out my whimpers as my walls tightened around the finger, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

I sunk down into the water, writhing in the bathtub from the need to feel Alpha Kayden inside me.

God. What was happening to me?

I needed him. And I wondered if he was imagining me right now as well.