And it bothered him enough that he's pinning me to a door and kissing me like it's the only thing keeping him sane.
A smirk curves my lips.
"Ah. You're possessive."
His eyes darken.
Dangerous.
"Fun," I continue, because apparently my brain has decided that poking the Alpha is a good idea. "I'll have to flaunt my ass more often."
The growl that escapes him is barely human.
"Sera—"
"Maybe wear shorter skirts," I add, warming to the theme. "Or those workout shorts from earlier. Did you see how short those were? Barely covered anything."
"Sera."
"Or maybe?—"
I don't get to finish.
One moment I'm standing against the door, and the next I'm over his shoulder—actuallyover his shoulder—looking at the world upside down as his hand connects with my ass in a sharp, stinging slap that makes me yelp.
"Sage!"
"You want to flaunt it?" His hand rubs over the spot he just smacked, soothing and threatening in equal measure. "I can flaunt it for you. But it'll show the red marks of my hand—" another slap, lighter this time but no less shocking, "—and the glistening of your pussy after I fuck you silly if you keep that up."
The words send heat flooding between my thighs.
Immediate.
Devastating.
Completely inappropriate given that we're in a public hallway.
A giggle escapes.
High.
Manic.
Absolutely delighted.
"Oh, Ilikethis jealous possessiveness." I squirm against his shoulder, not actually trying to escape, just enjoying the sensation of being held. "Keep doing that. Total turn on."
He grumbles something under his breath.
It sounds like"your madness is going to drive me insane."
"Join the club," I respond cheerfully. "We have jackets. And matching diagnoses."
His hand squeezes my ass—not a slap this time, just a firm grip that saysminewithout words.
"You're impossible."
"I preferchallenging."
