Matched

Chapter 3

Before I could even comprehend what had happened, Russel's voice filled my mind.

Suddenly I felt so entire full. All the pain and confused was lifted off my shoulders.

"Do you want me to come to your room?" he asked in my head. I thought about it for a moment.

"No, no you don't need to. Not if you don't want to. Just talk to me," I swore I could hear him sigh.

"Of course I want to see you. I know you haven't been able to stop thinking about the kiss. I know I haven't been able to stop," he said softly. He did have a point...

"Okay, okay. You can come over. I want you here, with me. But no kissing. Absolutely no kissing," I said even though everything in my body and mind screamed against.

"I'm here," he said a moment before I caught his scent. He clambered through my door and it took everything in me not to pounce into his arms.

The problem was solved as he scooped me into his arms and sat down on my bed with me on his lap.

It just came naturally now, as if we had never had hostile thoughts for another ever before. I could live here in his lap. My cat purred happily and I'm sure his was too. I happily sunk my head into the crook of his neck, closing my eyes.

"Our bond has gotten too strong," I murmured in my head. My breath danced across the skin on his neck.

"I know," he chuckled. "We might as well just go with it now. No holding back," he suggested, rubbing a hand up and down my back.

"I don't know..." I muttered, pulling away from him slightly.

"Spenc. Look at me," my eyes involuntarily flickered to his, getting locked into his gaze. His eyes were full of... sadness?

"No, Russ, you don't get it... I'm the alpha's daughter. I'm supposed to be perfect. I'm supposed to mate Dillon, and I'm not supposed to run away with you. I'm not supposed to want to run away with you. I'm not supposed to feel like this towards someone other than my mate."

"Spencer, you don't think this is affecting me either? God, I'd do anything to have a normal life. Or have a forewarning of this. But I can't help what I feel. Right now, every fucking fiber of my body is telling me to kiss you. To take away your confusion, to make you mine forever. Because guess what, I'm your mate. Not Dillon. Me, I'm the one that was meant for you. And Angie isn't my mate, you are. You were the one made for me. The one who I'm supposed to be with until we die," he said angrily, holding my shoulders. I couldn't help it, leaning forward I captured his lips against mine, faintly moaning at the contact I've wanted, needed, for days now.

He took control of the situation, at first a rough passionate kiss that turned into multiple slow, teasing kisses.

His hand trailed up my shirt, flames igniting in the wake of his hand.

"Off," I said tugging on his shirt. He lifted it over his head, looking me in the eyes, the look on his face sending waves of desire to the pit of my stomach.

I pushed him back against the bed, slowly kissing down his chest, nipping and licking every once in a while. I loved the feeling of his sculpted chest under my lips and the way his breathing increased the lower I got. I breathed in his scent, memorizing it and I moaned slightly as he suddenly pulled me forward, sitting on him.

I ground my hips on him shamelessly, loving the friction his jeans caused against my pajama shorts. I moaned as his hands enclosed around my hips, rocking me harder.

Even though I knew I shouldn't be doing this, even though every instinct in my body told me to get off this sex god of a boy, I couldn't do it.

He caught my lips with his, sighing deeply as my arms wrapped around his shoulders.