This feels so wrong. It shouldn’t be happening.God, maybe that’s why it feels so good.
I’ve been craving him too, even when I told myself I shouldn’t. Even when I tried to shove every thought of him into the farthest corner of my mind. Because what happens if I fall? If I let feelings get tangled in this mess and end up heartbroken?Would I even survive the humiliation of seeing him every day at the office after that? No. I’d have to quit. Pack my life up. Move across the damn country just to get away.
He must notice my head spinning, my chest rising too fast, because his voice cuts through the chaos.
“Mya.” His lips brush my folds. “Baby. Focus on me. Let me make you feel good.”
His tongue alternates between soft, lazy swirls that make me melt, and greedy strokes that have me on the edge of madness. He sucks me like he wants to own me, devour me whole, and each drag of his mouth makes my body shake harder.
“You were so beautiful tonight,” he murmurs between licks, his words hot against my soaked flesh. “Having you on my arm… introducing you asmywoman…” He groans like the memory alone is enough to wreck him. “It did something to me, Mya.”
Those words—my woman.I tried to tell myself it was all just part of the act. But here, with his tongue buried inside me and his voice laced with hunger, it feels like the most dangerous truth I’ve ever heard.
The pleasure is unbearable in the best way, each lick and suck a punishment and reward all at once. My thighs tremble, but Worth just grips me harder, spreading me wider, as if he wants to consume every last bit of me.
“Worth.” I gasp his name for the umpteenth time, fingers twisting in his hair. “I—God, I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can. Give it to me, baby. Come for me.”
He doubles down, tongue pressing in deep while his lips close over my clit, sucking with merciless precision. The combination shatters me. My body bows off the seat, a scream tearing from my throat.
I ride it out on his mouth, his groans sending aftershocks through my overstimulated nerves until I collapse back againstthe leather, panting and boneless. Still, he doesn’t move, licking me softly, savoring every last drop.
Finally, he pulls back, his mouth glistening. He wipes the back of his hand over his lips but doesn’t look away from me—like I’m the only thing in the world worth seeing.
“Fuck, Mya. You taste like sin.”
Heat floods my face. My heart is pounding so loud I’m sure he hears it.
When he climbs back onto the seat beside me, he kisses me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
It’s filthy, but I kiss him back anyway, like I don’t care that we’re crossing a line that’s already been crossed a hundred times in my head.
Worth leans back and slips a hand into his jacket, pulling out his pocket square. He glances at the seat between my thighs.
“You made a mess, Kitten.”
I follow his gaze to the evidence pooling on the leather. Mortified, I shift, but he presses a hand on my thigh, stopping me.
“Don’t.” He crouches slightly, dragging the square of fabric over the wet patch until it’s soaked. Then, without shame, he lifts it to his face and inhales.
My mortification spikes. “Oh my God?—”
He cuts me off with a groan, eyes closing. “Goddamn, you smell so good. Do you know what this does to me?” His gaze pins me, raw and unflinching. “I’m keeping this. Forever. I’ll never wash it. Every time I wake up, I want to breathe you in. Remind myself that you’re mine.”
And he might be right.
29
MYA
“Wolves are among the most socially intelligent animals on the planet. They share information constantly through posture, sound, and subtle shifts in movement.”
Onscreen, a pack moves through the forest in quiet formation, each member aware of the others without needing to look.
“They don’t just hunt together,”the narrator continues.“They raise their young collectively. Protect the vulnerable. The survival of one depends on the awareness of all.”
Brianna leans closer to the television, eyes bright. “See? That one’s the leader. But he still waits for the others.”