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Every fact I memorized, all of the easing techniques I studied; it all evaporates, leaving my instincts firmly in control. They take the wheel, my Alpha snapping forward to meet her.
I’m not in complete control, but I’m not in a rut, either. I know because I’m vaguely aware of the others bickering in the background.
Declan is outraged. “He can’t have her here! Someone could see her!”
“Agreed,” Ronan growls. “But she needs easing, or she’ll be in pain.”
Theo’s practically panting. “We need to get in the car and get the fuck home. I can tell y’all from experience, there’s no way Arch will be able to stop right now. We have to go.”
He’s too right.
My hands move without my permission, stripping Meg’s hoodie off. Her blue irises narrow to thin bands around blown pupils. She drags them down my body, a soft whine in her chest.
She wants skin.
I start to unbutton my shirt right away.
“I’ll drive. No one talk to me or let her whine again. If she’s in distress, I’ll lose my shit and I have to focus.”
Ronan starts the car. I’m just aware enough to note Theo’s broad outline filling the passenger seat Meg’s currently leaning on, trying to shimmy her leggings off her body. Declan slides in beside me, holding his breath while he blatantly stares at her exposed skin.
Judging by the strength of the scents in the small space, all of us are borderline feral. Declan’s is especially potent, though I can’t tell if it’s his response or his proximity.
The car moves, and the last sane part of me breathes a sigh of relief. The windows are tinted—as long as we’re whipping past people on the highway, no one will be able to see our omega writhing in my lap.
Now that I know she won’t be exposed, the final piece of my consciousness releases. My brain goes off-line, urges overwhelming me.
I fist her hair, bringing her mouth down to mine. She moans at the tug, licking along the seam of my lips.
Fuck, she’s so goddamn gorgeous. I’ve waited a lifetime for this woman. And she’s here, needing me. Urgency lashes at my control.
“Archer,” she cries, her pelvis bucking forward, humping the open air between her soaked panties and my bare chest.
I grab her hips, working the sodden fabric down to her knees, then pulling the whole bundle off one foot. Without the clothes stretched between her thighs, her stance widens. Her hot, wet core presses down onto my rock-hard member.
The pressure is exquisite, heat searing me through my trousers. I grunt, pressing up as much as I can in the confined space.
Her muscles are exhausted. They tremble on top of me, the quivers deepening with every roll of her hips against mine. By the time she’s worked herself into a steady rhythm, her whole body shakes. I growl, frustrated I can’t make enough space to take over properly.
Declan appears at my elbow. His body is coiled to spring, but a certain somber weight in his gaze keeps me from reacting territorially.
When he sees me see him, he nods. A gesture of respect. “I won’t take her. Just grab her hips and hold her up higher. I have an idea.”
Meg whimpers as I lift her off my lap and cup her plush, perfect ass in my hands, maneuvering her spine into the back of Theo’s seat. Luckily, his car is custom-built to accommodate his height—there’s plenty of headroom for Meg as I push her higher, until my face is level with her pussy.
The view is somehow as beautiful as it is obscene. Her lips are perfectly pink, swollen, and glistening in the low glow from passing street lamps. I could stare all night… until a shaft of light hits her thighs, revealing the trails of slick dripping down to her knees.
Good fucking?—
“Lick that slick pussy, Arch,” Declan grinds out. “Or I will.”
That time, I snarl, marking my territory loudly while I lunge, lifting her soaked flesh to my lips.
Fucking hell.
I thought the smell of her was heaven, but the taste?—
I’m not breathing. I don’t want to. I just want to inhale this glorious slick until it fills my entire body. I want our scents to be so enmeshed, I can’t tell where her sweetness ends and my spice begins.
