Page 30 of Examining the Bond

The questions won’t stop coming.

I'm so caught up in my head that I don’t realize she’s pulling away until her knuckle gently lifts my chin, and I open my eyes.

Shit.I've totally messed things up again.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, more of her rich scent pumping into the room. I know alphas do that to help soothe their omegas, and while it doesn’t help me at the moment, I appreciate the gesture.

“I… I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit, my cheeks burning hot. Concern flashes over her features, and I quickly backpedal. “I mean, I know what I’m doing but not… how to do it.”

Fuck, I must sound like such an idiot.Especially because I’m the one who started all this.

What kind of virgin seduces an alpha without some kind of action plan?

Me, apparently.

“Oh.” A flicker of understanding softens her features, and my heart sinks.

Shit.

I’ve ruined the mood. This is definitely over.

Not only is she risking her job, but she’s doing it for someone with exactly zero experience.

Shit, shit, shit.

“I didn’t realize…” She trails off, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and cupping my cheek in her hand. She brushes her thumb over my bottom lip, making me shiver, and her voice drops to a whisper. “Just relax. I’ll show you what to do.”

With one hand braced against my lower back, she slowly walks me backward until my thighs hit the edge of her desk. It’s a little too high for me to sit on, but in a swift motion, Skylar wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me the few extra inches.

The cool wood of the desk is like ice against my flaming skin, and I catch my breath as she moves between my thighs. I’m a little worried about soaking the contents of her desk in slick—though the thought of marking her things sparks a little possessive fire in my chest—but she obviously doesn’t mind.

“Let me make you feel good.” A growl rumbles in the back of her throat, making my clit throb. She hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m already wound up. “Trust me, I can make you feelreallyfucking good.”

My pussy clenches, and I'm trying to drag in air, but it's too late because she’s kissing me again. I moan into her mouth, my hips rocking forward looking for friction as her hands dance over my body. I shudder when her tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine, and she pushes herself deeper to explore.

Her moans bounce around in my head, and every single thing outside the office melts away as I give in to her. My test results, my pending status at the academy, my impending departure from Boston once I get answers…

None of it matters right now.

Skylar hastily shoves things out of the way before pressing me back onto the desk. She follows, her lips dipping to press against my neck while her weight keeps me pinned in place.

Fuuucck.I squeeze my eyes closed as my libido skyrockets, turning my body into an inferno.

She kisses her way around my throat, her soft lips burning a trail across my skin, and she dips lower, peppering my chest with kisses. I arch my back, inviting her to keep going.

“Dr. Morales, I?—”

“—Please,” she cuts me off, desperation clinging to her voice. “Call me Skylar.”

I open my lips to reply, but she takes it as an invitation to kiss me again. Her mouth moves eagerly, her tongue frantically tangling with mine. I can feel how much she wants me, and my last bit of reservation fades away.

Her hand comes up to palm my breast, and she finds my sensitive nipple through the thin shirt and bra covering it. She takes it between two fingers and rolls, the lace of my bra rubbing adding extra friction, and she catches my cry with her lips.

She squeezes again, just a bit harder, and a ragged moan tears up my throat. It’s like she's experimenting, testing my limits to see how much I can take.

I can’t lie, I want to know too.

“Do you like some bite with your pleasure, Riann?” She shifts to tweak my other nipple.