Page 155 of Dead Girls Don’t Forget

I caught a glimpse of Lia and Naomi in the corner on the way past. Lia was leaning in close, the two of them standing apart from everyone else. Something about it snagged for a second. Then the heat slammed into me again and I forgot everything except the man holding me. I ground down against him shamelessly, needy and desperate, chasing any friction I could get.

Jackson inhaled sharply as he reached the SUV. He pried my clinging hands off his neck and set me in the passenger seat, shutting the door before I could drag him back in.

He got in the driver’s side, breathing hard.

“Harper… fuck. Your scent is changing.”

I barely heard him. The fire under my skin was getting worse. I couldn’t sit still. My thighs kept pressing together, slick and aching. Every brush of fabric felt like too much and not enough. I reached across the console, fingers tugging at his shirt, trying to climb into his lap while he was driving.

His knuckles went white on the wheel. “The apartment’s close. I had some things delivered today. It’s not enough, but it’ll do.”

The five-minute drive felt like an eternity.

Jackson barely had the key in the lock before I was on him.

The door clicked open. I caught a brief glimpse of the living room, new dark couch, low table, before I launched myself at him. My legs wrapped tight around his waist, mouth crashing into his. The door slammed shut behind us. Jackson caught me with a low growl, hands gripping my ass as he walked us further inside.

I was burning. Aching. Completely out of my mind with need.

“Harper…” he rasped against my mouth, voice strained. “You’re going into heat.”

“Jackson,” I gasped, grinding down on him desperately, teeth scraping his jaw. “I don’t care. I need you. Right now.”

He snarled, pressing me against the nearest wall, hips rolling hard into mine once. “Bedroom.”

But I was already tugging at his belt, sanity long gone.

Chapter 43: Home

When I finally got his belt loose and pulled his pants down, his cock sprang free. I wrapped my hand around him instantly. He was thick and hot, the tip already slick. I licked my lips and started to drop to my knees.

Jackson growled and gripped my arms, stopping me.

“You can suck me off later,” he growled. “Right now I need to be inside you.”

The anticipation made me whimper. Every nerve under my skin was on fire. My need felt like a living thing, clawing at my insides and demanding to be filled.

He didn’t wait. He shoved my skirt up around my waist, ripped my panties off with one sharp tug, and lifted me. My back hit the door the second my legs locked around his waist. He pushed into me in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

I cried out, the stretch burning so good I saw stars. He was thick, hot, and so deep it stole my breath. There was no time to adjust. He fucked me like he was possessed, hips snapping forward with raw, punishing force. Each thrust slammed me back against the door, the sound of skin on skin loud in the quiet apartment.

“Fuck, Harper,” he snarled against my neck, teeth scraping my skin. “You’re burning up. So fucking wet for me.”

The words barely registered. I was lost in the feeling of him — stretching me, filling me, claiming me. My nails dug into his shoulders and my head fell back against the door as I moaned his name like it was both a prayer and a curse.

The heat spiraled higher. My cat screamed for more. I rolled my hips to meet every thrust, desperate and greedy for it. Jackson’s rhythm grew erratic, deeper and harder, his breathing turning ragged against my skin. The bond flared between us, feeding off the heat and feeding off his rut.

I came first, clenching around him so tight I saw stars, a broken cry tearing from my throat.

Jackson didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, hips snapping, teeth grazing my neck.

Then I felt it — the base of his cock swelling, pushing against my entrance with every stroke. For a second I didn’t understand. Then it hit me. His knot. Forming for the first time, locking us together the way nature intended during a heat.

The thought made me clench around him so hard he groaned.

“Harper—” His voice was wrecked. “I'm... fuck... I'm knotting you.”

He thrust once, twice more, then buried himself to the hilt as the knot swelled fully, locking us together with a wet, obscene pop. The pressure was so intense that I came again, my walls pulsing hard around his swollen knot.