Harder.
My swollen pussy drags over his jeans and I can feel myself opening, my body a greedy, welcoming gate as a fresh gush of slick pours from me.
Raff goes rigid beneath me. His hand on my back tightens, fingers splaying wide, and I hear his breath catch. But he doesn't look down at me. His eyes stay fixed on the road ahead, watching Adam swerve around a fallen branch.
I feel it, though—the hard, thick length of his cock stirring against my pelvis. I roll my hips again, and it jumps against me, responding to my body's frantic call.
Unable to stop myself, I grind into him again and again. A moan builds in my throat. His body is warm and hard beneath mine, and he smells like safety and sage and sunflowers. And I need more.
Ineed his skin.
His hands.
I need his cock inside me, filling the emptiness before it swallows me whole.
My fingers find the hem of his shirt and slip underneath, pressing flat against his stomach. His muscles tense under my touch and a low sound rumbles through his chest.
"Not now, omega," he snarls so quietly I almost miss it beneath the roar of the engine. His hand slides down and grips my hip, stilling me. The grip of a man holding himself together by his fingertips.
And I fucking hate it.
I want him to give in, and fuck me hard and deep right here in the backseat of this van.
Another shot cracks somewhere behind us, but it sounds farther now. The pinging on the roof has stopped. But Adam doesn’t slow down. The engine screams as he pushes it up an incline, and the trees are a blur of green and brown on both sides.
And I still can't stop my hips from moving.
“Turn there!!” Perrin practically yells. “Between those trees.”
“Are you sure?” Adam sounds conflicted. “We didn’t come in this way.”
“Yes! It’ll cut us straight to the main road,” Perrin says forcefully, and I feel the van turn.
"How far, Perrin?" Raff calls to the front, his voice strained.
"A few minutes." Perrin’s eyes are locked on the road. “It should be right up here.”
"She's getting worse back here," Raff warns. “I’m going as fast as I can.” Adam's knuckles are bone-whiteon the wheel.
Perrin twists in his seat, and his face goes pale when he looks at me. At what I'm doing to Raff. At the state of me.
The beta quickly turns back around without a word and braces his hands on the dashboard.
I should be ashamed of what I’m doing to these men, these strangers who I practically attacked in the middle of the market, but I can’t seem to care right now.
“Turn there!” Perrin points and Adam jerks the wheel.
The car rocks, I moan and Raff grunts, then he shifts on the bench seat, sitting up straighter, one hand bracing against the window for balance. He keeps me on his lap, my thighs locked around his hips, and I know it's because every time he tries to move me, I can't stop myself from clawing at his shirt and making sounds behind my clenched teeth that don't belong to anything human.
The trees thin, and through the window I see a strip of dark asphalt cutting across the tree line ahead. A real road. Adam eases off the gas, the van decelerating from breakneck to merely reckless, and he checks both directions before pulling toward the turn.
"Easy," Raff murmurs. Whether he's talking to Adam or to me, I don't know.
The van slows further, rocking as the tires transition from dirt to pavement, and for one brief second everything is quiet. There are no shots or branches scraping the doors. All I can hear is the hum of the engine and my own ragged breathing.
Then something slams into the side of the van.
The impact rocks the entire vehicle sideways. I scream. Adam yanks the wheel. Perrin throws his arms out, bracing against the dash and the door. Raff's body curls over mine, wrapping me up in hisarms.
