Page 79 of A Snowy Escape

Abby wraps her legs around me, digging her toes into my ass.

“Pull your shirt up, pretty girl,” I tell her. “I want to watch your tits bounce and feel your skin against mine.”

She pushes up on the mattress using her shoulders and bunches the material on top of her breasts. She’s slender, but all her delicious curves make themselves known when she’s no longer drowning in Law’s shirt.

My gaze slides up her body, and I barely hold myself back from groaning.

She’s fucking stunning.

Everything outside of Abby gets hazy, and my canines pulse, aching to be buried in her tight little body.

This is dangerous.

The hazier my head gets, the more my worries slip away, but I need rational thought to keep me from doing something that I can’t take back.

Claiming bites can only be attempted once with a person. If a bond is rejected, you never get to try again with that individual. Rushing into biting her could have disastrous consequences, but my head won’t shut up about bonding and breeding her.

“You good?” Abby asks. “You’re looking a little feral…”

My eyes land on hers, my teeth digging into my lower lip almost painfully.

Every inhale floods my system with more of her pheromones, and I have tunnel vision on the wiggly little omega.

She wraps her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss.

I work my crown in a circle around her clit and back down, barely dipping inside her opening before starting the process all over again.

She’s so soft, and she kisses me like she’s dying for more.

On the next try, I dip inside her a little more. She’s still so fucking snug, and even as hazy as I am, I don’t want to hurt her.

A light bulb goes off in my mind.

She’s not a beta.

This isn’t like the other sexual experiences in my life where I’ve had to hold back.

There’s no reason to continue to torture us both while I try to prep her.

With how slick she is, it’s easy to thrust deep, and Abby moans against my lips, nodding and digging her fingernails into my neck.

The difference in our temperatures is staggering, but my system is sure we know what she needs. She leaks around my swollen length, and my hand lands on her hip.

Mount.

Rut.

Breed.

Claim.

The caveman loop takes over as my fingers dig into her side.

Well, this might be a problem.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Abby