Chapter 5 | Steamy Makeout

~Kiki~

I inhaled sharply, feeling like my heart was about to explode. Can there be anything more humiliating? I tossed his shirt on the floor behind me and froze like a statue. Once I managed to find my voice, I came up with a fake 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 chiseled abs and taut chest muscles. More water dripped from his hair, but that wasn't 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 closer. Unable to handle all my senses going into overdrive, I tightly shut my eyes. My breathing became ragged as a pair of strong arms wrapped around me, sending electricity through my body.

My knees got wobbly when he pressed his lips against the sharpness of my cheekbones. The realization that he was breathing heavily too made me shiver. Tilting his head to the side, he dipped his tongue into my mouth for a demanding kiss, groaning with such need and passion that I had to dig my fingers into his back. I had no control over my fingers or my lips. I just wanted to taste him endlessly as he pushed his tongue against mine.

The throbbing sensation between my legs became unbearable, urging me to press into him harder. While keeping us mouth to mouth with his hand at the back of my neck, he pushed me against the wall. We kept kissing for what felt like 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 at 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, doing 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 pick me. Hell, if I were his mate, he would have rejected me three years ago.

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

Even now, while 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 wanted to take control.

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

Letting go of his shoulders and turning my face to the side to free it from his grip, I created some distance between us. We both knew it wasn't my fault. 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 but scowl at him before turning away and rushing out of that place. One moment, I was floating in the cradle of ecstasy, and the next, he made me feel like a lustful slut craving him. Well, it was no secret my body desired him, but it was equally his fault for initiating the kiss and losing control.

Stomping my way out of the training grounds, I headed back to my adoptive parents' house. My breathing was still heavy, and my chest was pounding intensely. It was all because of his scent that clung to my body, sending a strange buzzing sensation 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 met with a heated makeout session between a shirtless Benji and Megan, who was only wearing her panties. I was supposed to be at school, and my parents were at work, so these two were really going all out with third base right on the plush leather couch. 

Gross!

"Pinky, w-what gives?"

My face flushed when I saw Benji's hard-on under the gray boxers he was wearing. Neither of them was over eighteen, and it was likely they wouldn't be friends. But neither of them seemed to care about that. Benji was about to turn eighteen a month after my birthday, and Megan might get her heart broken if he started liking someone else. She looked like she was okay with whatever the Moon Goddess had planned for them, but I knew deep down how she felt about Benji. She looked really pissed at me for interrupting, but he looked worried.

"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 Megan.

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 off my clothes, 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 to his hard, chiseled stomach, his fiercely handsome face and bare chest, broad shoulders, and 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 bed moving and imagine the mattress sinking under their weight. I clawed at the wall and leaned forward, conjuring images of Alpha Kayden in my bed, with me writhing under his grip as his sensual mouth latched onto 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 sank into the water, writhing in the bathtub from the need to feel Alpha Kayden inside me.

God. What was going on with me? I needed him, and I wondered if he was thinking about me right now, too.