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“Let me out of here. I need to go home.”

“Explain.” The order snapped across the awkward silence that had fallen between us like the crack of a whip, dripping with dominance the omega in me couldn’t ignore.

“I have a… condition… I need to get home before it gets worse.”

Alexei’s fingers wrapped in my hair tighter and yanked my head back until my throat was exposed to him and he was glaring down into my eyes. “A condition?” he sneered. “I’ve heard that before. The condition is being a money-hungry whore.”

My eyes had rolled back in pleasure at the pinpricks of pain across my scalp, and the omega in me was ready to flip over and present whatever hole he’d take, unable to differentiate between dominance and anger. I needed to get out of the car before I lost the ability to restrain myself. Better to take my chances on the dark streets than in this enclosed space where the outcome was a foregone conclusion.

“Tell the driver to stop and let me the fuck out of here.”

Alexei’s head jerked back as far as he could with the tight grip he had on me, and his eyes widened in surprise. “You can’t be serious. You’re going into heat.”

“And I need to be home before I lose control.”

My temperature was rising now, a flush spreading across my cheeks as the arch of my back deepened without conscious intention on my part. The scent-blocking in my boxers finally lost the battle against my biology, and the car filled with the smell of slick and arousal. Alexei’s pheromones flared hard in response, flooding the space with the scent of whiskey and citrus.

The intoxicating smells drew a long, low moan from me—a noise like no other I’d ever made. My hips rolled in his lap, shifting so I could grind my throbbing hole down against his muscled thigh.

Alexei’s hands settled on my hips, his grip tight enough to bruise as he guided my movements.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight like this. Anything could happen to you,” he growled as his pupils dilated where he watched my still undulating hips.

“If I stay here, you could happen to me. Neither of us wants that.”

Alexei tilted his head, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I sure as fuck don’t want anyone else to have you.”

I huffed a breath. “Of course you don’t.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“It doesn’t matter! This isn’t. Fucking. Happening.” A sharp cramp wracked my abdomen as I shouted, and I hunched forward, my words cutting off on a grunt of pain.

“Be reasonable, baby.”

“Not your baby.”

Alexei’s eyes narrowed with predatory focus on me, and he pushed me over so he could reach in his pocket and grab his phone, frowning as he scrolled to a contact I couldn’t see. If I’d been in my right mind, the move would’ve set off my defensive instincts. Instead, a whine of complaint left me before I could hold it back. What kind of alpha ignored an omega going into heat on his lap to make a phone call?

“Who are you calling?” I barely recognised my voice, it was so filled with rage.

Alexei kept his tight hold on my hair and just smirked at me.

“Put Dr. Henson on the phone. It’s an emergency.”

My mouth dropped open as my heat-addled brain processed the words. “How do you have my doctor’s details?”

“I have all your details. I don’t let anyone as close to me as you are without knowing everything about them.”

“He’s not going to tell you anything. Medical records are confidential.”

His smirk deepened as he snapped out a series of questions to the man on the other end of the phone before naming an astronomical figure of money. Another sharp cramp hit before I could interrupt their conversation, waves of pain and arousal turning my vision to a galaxy of drifting sparks as my hole clenched achingly on nothing.

I was too out of it to follow the conversation Alexei was having. Desperate enough to take what little comfort I safely could, I nuzzled in close to his collarbones, drawing in deep breaths of his scent that simultaneously wound my arousal higher while settling some of the frantic need growing inside me.

I didn’t even notice when Alexei threw the phone aside. I sure as fuck noticed when he ripped my shirt away from my shoulder to nip at my skin, though. And when he forced my head up to stare into eyes that were black from the size of his pupils, it was all I could do not to rip the rest of my clothes off for him.

“The doctor says you can’t take suppressants and your cycle is irregular. You weren’t trying to entrap me.”