The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL)-Chapter 46: AGGRESSIVE KISS

ASHER

"What are you?" Reed whispered.

The question hung in the air between us.

My mind was racing. My heart was pounding, and Reed’s hands were still under my hoodie, burning against my skin.

"I’m—" I started.

Reed kissed me again before I could finish but this time it was different. It was angry, aggressive and all teeth, desperation and fury. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He bit my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp. His tongue invaded my mouth with bruising force. One hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back.

I should have pushed him away, I should have stopped this before it went too far but instead, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. I kissed him back with the same aggression, and the same anger. I let all the frustration and confusion and want pour into the kiss.

Reed growled against my mouth, the sound vibrated through my entire body. His hands were everywhere. Sliding up under my hoodie, tracing the lines of my ribs, and scraping blunt nails down my spine.

I arched into the touch, a moan escaping my throat, and Reed pulled back just enough to yank my hoodie over my head, and threw it across the room.

Then his mouth was on my neck, biting, sucking, and marking me in ways that would show tomorrow.

My hands found their way under his shirt. The muscles of his abdomen flexed under my palms, and I dragged my nails across his skin, leaving red lines.

Reed hissed, his hips bucked forward, grinding against me. The friction made me see stars. I was so hard it hurt, and Reed was just as desperate, his erection pressing against my hip through his track pants.

"Fuck," Reed breathed against my neck. "You smell so fucking good."

His hands dropped to my ass, he grabbed and squeezed hard enough to make me gasp. Then he lifted me, and my legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. Reed spun us around and slammed me against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs.

I ground down against him. The friction of our bodies through too many layers of clothing made us both groan.

Reed’s mouth found mine again. This kiss was messier, wetter and our teeth clashed. His tongue was in my mouth, claiming and possessing.

I kissed him back with everything I had. All the want, all the need, and all the feelings I’d been trying to deny.

Reed’s hands were on my ass again. Kneading, and pulling me harder against him as he ground up into me. The pleasure was overwhelming. I broke the kiss to gasp for air, my head falling back against the wall.

Reed’s mouth went to my throat immediately. Biting, sucking and licking. Marking every inch of exposed skin he could reach.

"Reed," I gasped. "We need to—fuck—we need to stop."

"Why?" Reed’s voice was rough and wrecked. He ground against me harder. "Why stop when you feel this good?"

"Because—" My words cut off in a moan as Reed found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. "Because we’re in a fucking study room, because someone could walk in, and because—"

"Because what?" Reed pulled back enough to look at me. His eyes were wild. Pupils blown so wide there was barely any gray left. "Because you hate me? Because this is a mistake?"

"Because I don’t know what this is." The words came out broken and raw. "One minute you’re calling me nothing, and the next you’re—"

"I know." Reed’s forehead dropped against mine. His breathing was ragged. "I know and I don’t understand it either."

We stayed like that for a moment. Foreheads pressed together. Both of us were breathing hard, and both of us were trembling, then Reed lowered me back to my feet but kept me pinned against the wall with his body.

"Your scent," Reed said quietly. "It’s been driving me insane for weeks and I keep trying to figure out why. Why do you smell different? Why do my body responds to you like this?"

His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my swollen lips.

"I want you," Reed said. "And it’s fucking terrifying because I shouldn’t. Because you’re supposed to be my enemy. Because I don’t understand what you’re doing to me."

My chest felt tight. "Reed—"

"But I also want to destroy you," Reed continued, his voice getting harsher. "I want to hurt you for making me feel like this. For making me weak. For making me—" He stopped, his jaw clenched.

"For making you what?" I whispered.

"Want things I can’t have." Reed’s hand dropped from my face. He stepped back, putting some distance between us. "Things that don’t make sense."

The loss of his body heat made me shiver.

Reed ran his hands through his hair. He looked wrecked, confused and angry.

"This was a mistake," he said finally.

The words hit me like a slap. "What?"

"This. Us. Whatever the fuck just happened." Reed grabbed his shirt from where it had ended up on the floor. "It can’t happen again."

"Why not?"

"Because I’m still your enemy, Asher." Reed pulled his shirt on. "Because I declared war on you. Because nothing has changed."

"Everything just changed," I said, my voice rising. "You kissed me. You—"

"I lost control." Reed’s voice was cold now. Empty. "Your pheromones, whatever the fuck it is, it made me lose control but it won’t happen again."

"Reed—"

"Go back to your dorm," Reed said. He wouldn’t look at me. "And stay away from me. For both our sakes."

He walked to the door.

"You’re a coward," I said quietly and Reed stopped, his hand on the door handle.

"What did you say?"

"I said you’re a coward." I grabbed my hoodie from the floor and pulled it on. "You feel something for me and it scares you. So you’re running away. Just like you always do when things get too real."

Reed spun around, his eyes were blazing. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Don’t I?" I took a step toward him. My hands were shaking but I kept going. "You felt it too. Whatever this is between us. Your body responded to mine. You said I smell good. You said you want me and now you’re running away because you’re too scared to admit that maybe I’m not your enemy anymore."

"You are my enemy." But Reed’s voice lacked conviction.

"Then why did you kiss me?" I demanded. "Why did your hands shake when you touched me? Why do you keep staring at me like you’re trying to figure out a puzzle you can’t solve?"

Reed’s jaw was clenched so hard I could see the muscles jumping.

"This conversation is over," he said finally.

"Fine." I walked past him to the door. "Declare war in the morning or humiliate me more, that’s what you’re good at."

I yanked the door open and walked out.

Behind me, I heard Reed slam his fist against the wall but I kept walking.

My whole body was aching. From the arousal that hadn’t been satisfied. From the fear of what came next. From the confusion of what had just happened.

Reed had kissed me, he had touched me, and had admitted he wanted me, then pushed me away again.

I made it back to my dorm somehow. Locked the door, and collapsed on my bed. My lips were swollen, my neck was covered in marks that would be visible tomorrow, my body was still thrumming with need, and I had no idea what the fuck I was going to do.