Jarek's POV
She's trembling in my arms, cheeks flushed, eyes wet and glistening, lips so soft they're driving me fucking insane.
My cock's throbbing, hard as hell.
No wonder Kieran lost control--this prey's too damn delicate.
My thumb grazes her lower lip, rough calluses against her silky skin.
God, it's so soft.
"Did you seduce him?"
She shook her head violently. "No." Her voice was barely a whisper, like a pup's whimper.
Lily-of-the-valley scent clung to her hair where it brushed my wrist.
My canines ached--I wanted to sink them into that slender throat, flood her with my scent until Kieran's stench was erased.
"No?" I gripped the nape of her neck, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Bullshit. Kieran's the most controlled bastard I know. He wouldn't fuck his stepsister unless you asked for it."
I knew Kieran. Grew up with him. The man had ice in his veins. This didn't happen accidentally.
A wounded sound escaped her throat. Tears clung to her lashes as she stubbornly turned her face away--acting all innocent when her entire existence was foreplay.
My cock throbbed against my zipper.
I yanked her back, inhaling the sweet fear in her breath, the unawakened wolf's pheromones clinging to her skin.
A tear rolled down her cheek--Christ, even her misery was erotic.
"Crying won't help," I rasped. "You've successfully seduced me!"
Before she can answer, I lean in, licking her tear, the salty taste exploding on my tongue.
She squirms, her knee slamming into my crotch.
"Fuck--" I groan, half pain, half pleasure.
That's it. Prey should fight back.
***
Lilith's POV
His scent hits me like a storm--smoky cedar and raw leather, spiked with something sharp that burns my nose.
It's nothing like Kieran's cool mint.
Jarek's all heat, all Alpha, and it's fucking with my head.
My tears spill over, and I don't know if it's fear or my body betraying me, reacting to his overpowering presence like a wolf about to awaken.
At first, he just grazes my lips, teasing, testing.
Then his tongue--rough, almost barbed--licks across the seam of my mouth. Before I can react, he pries my lips open, shoving his tongue inside, claiming every inch.
"Mmph!" I push against his chest, but it's like slamming my hands into a brick wall. His muscles are hard as iron under my palms, unyielding.
My punches turn weak, useless.
He grips my waist, hard enough to sting, and my spine melts.
I collapse into him, my body a traitor, trembling under his touch.
It's terrifying--my skin's alive, tingling, screaming that I'm close to awakening.
But why him? Why the fuck am I reacting to two Alphas?
I squirm, desperate to break free, but my silk nightgown rides up, bunching at my thighs.
Cold air hits my skin, and I realize I'm half-naked, straddling his lap, my panties barely covering me.
His hands clamp onto my ass, fingers digging in, and holy shit, his touch is scorching, burning through the thin fabric like he's branding me.
"You--!" My voice breaks, a pathetic whimper.
The full-length mirror across the room catches my eye, and I freeze.
There I am, a mess--nightgown hiked to my waist, legs bare, panties exposed. His hands knead my ass, squeezing soft flesh between his fingers.
My arms are draped over his shoulders, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy with something that looks like lust.
My lips, swollen and slick from his kisses, glisten under the dim light, probably coated in his spit.
Worst of all, my gaze--dazed, needy--looks like I want this.
"Look at yourself," he drawls, voice dripping with lazy menace. He grinds his hips up, his hard-on pressing against my stomach.
One hand leaves my ass, sliding up to stroke my cheek, mocking me with its gentleness. "You're fucking built for this, baby."
The sight burns my eyes. I jerk my gaze away, burying my face in his chest, like hiding will erase it all.
He laughs, his chest rumbling, loving how I'm clinging to him.
I should fight, should claw my way free, but my body's frozen, like a pup pinned by the scruff.
He leans down, pinching my earlobe, his breath hot against my ear. "My cock's rock-hard for you. What're we gonna do about it?"
I flinch, nails digging into his shirt.
How the fuck can he say that so casually? We just met!
But then I remember Kieran that night, just as blunt, just as shameless. Are all Alphas like this?
"How did Kieran fuck you?" he presses, voice sharp as a blade.
Memories flood my mind--Kieran pinning me to the sheets, his heavy breaths on my neck, his cock grinding between my thighs.
The shame burns so hot I can't breathe.
No way I'm telling him that.
"He didn't...didn't fuck me," I stammer, and it's the truth. My heart stays steady.
But his doesn't. His pulse races under my cheek, his body heating up, almost feverish.
We're too close, his scent drowning me. I twist, trying to climb off, but--
Smack!
His hand cracks against my ass, not hard but sharp, an Alpha's warning.
I yelp, my body trembling, and fuck, a jolt of pleasure shoots up my spine.
Smack!
Another hit, this one dripping with lust.
"Stop, don't!" My voice is barely a whisper, fingers clutching his shirt.
He doesn't hit again, but his hand stays, cupping my ass, kneading it like he owns it.
"Fine, no more. But answer me. Truth."
I underestimated how sharp an Alpha's senses are.
My eyes squeeze shut, trembling as I choke out, "My thighs...I rubbed...his...his..."
"His cock?" Jarek's canines graze my ear, and the crude word makes me shudder.
How can he just say it like that, so raw, so fucking filthy? I thought he was polished, refined.
What a goddamn liar.
His hand slips under my nightgown, bold as hell, fingers brushing my pussy.
I gasp, trying to pull away, but he presses me closer, his cock grinding against my stomach, mimicking what I did with Kieran.
"No, stop!" I writhe, but it only makes his fingers slide deeper.
"Stop?" He tilts his head, smirking, his fingers teasing my folds, grazing the sensitive entrance. My strength crumbles, and I slump against his shoulder, panting. "Your body's not saying no," he murmurs, pulling his hand free.
His fingers glisten with my wetness, and he holds them up, spreading them slowly, silver threads catching the light. "Look, you're soaked for me."
I don't need to look--I feel it. I clamp my eyes shut, shoving his hand away.
"I don't want to see..." My voice is a broken plea.
He doesn't force me to look, but he's not done. His hand dives back down, a finger slipping inside me.
"Ah!" I twist, collapsing against him, panic flooding my chest. "No, no, you can't--take it out, please!"
I haven't even awakened.
I don't know my mate yet.
How can I let a stranger--an Alpha--claim me like this?
NO! GOD!