Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Maddening Restraint

The bra joins my shirt on the floor. Logan’s gaze is hungry as it roves over my bare chest, but his hands stay firmly planted on either side of me. His restraint is maddening.

I reach for him, but he catches my wrists, pinning them gently to the mattress.

"I’m not done yet."

I pout. "At this rate, we’ll be here all night."

"That’s the idea."

But we have food on the way...

Looks like he forgot.

He releases my wrists to trace the waistband of my jeans, the movement casual, almost thoughtful. The slow drag of his fingertips against my skin makes my stomach muscles clench as heat blooms under his touch.

I close my eyes, trying to control my breathing, to not show just how much his torturous pace is affecting me. I’m really in the mood for a wham and a bam and then filling my belly afterward, and he’s over here preparing for a marathon.

We. Have. Food. On. The. Way.

Did he really forget?

"Look at me," he commands, his fingers all sensual and delicate as they tug down on my shorts.

I shake my head, and he chuckles.

Finally, I pry on eye open, watching him watch me.

The intensity of his gaze makes me feel more naked than the actual undressing, and I wonder if it’s always going to feel this way. This new and explosive and exciting.

Or will our sex eventually become boring and mundane?

"Lift up."

I raise my hips, and he tugs my shorts down with sudden efficiency. I kick them off once they reach my ankles, realizing he’s taking my panties down with them.

My heart rate kicks up a notch. Looks like I’m getting the wham and the bam after all.

His eyes darken as they track over my body, lingering at the curve of my hip, the hollow between my breasts. A flush spreads across my skin under his scrutiny.

But he doesn’t do anything.

"Now what?" I ask, when the silence becomes too much.

Logan leans down, his face hovering inches above mine. "Now I remind you that there is no David or Dev or anyone else who matters." His lips brush my ear. "Just us."

My eyes narrow. "Seriously? I forgot about Dev ages ago. Are you back on that?"

"Shh."

His mouth captures mine in a kiss both possessive and devastating, stealing the breath from my lungs and the thoughts from my head. There’s nothing playful about it, and he lifts one hand to the back of my head to clench in my hair and pull my head into a better angle.

The faint pain in my scalp is hot, but I bite at his wandering tongue to punish him for it.

When he pulls back, his eyes have gone from green to mostly gold.

"Say it," he growls.

I blink. "Say what?"

His lips turn down, and I finally remember—right. He keeps bringing up Dev.

The man’s jealous over nothing, but holding onto it like it’s everything.

I roll my eyes, and he jerks my head back by my hair with a soft growl. Fuck. His jealousy was mildly amusing and slightly irritating, but now my thighs clench as warmth bursts down below.

Now it’s sexy.

Biting should definitely not be a thing. That goes straight to vampire kink, as far as I’m concerned. But every time he does it, my pussy floods and my mind goes blank.

I’m already there, and he’s way behind the curve.

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