"That's my fucking mate you're talking about!" Kylian's voice bursts through the milieu like a gunshot.
“If she belongs to you, why are you letting her out here to perfume like a whore?” Nasal retorts.
The sounds of punching and scuffling break out.
I peek up out of Colter's shirt, glance over his shoulder, and see a blurry mass of men on the other side of the mall. As the crowd shifts, I realize Kylian's straddling some punk, punching his face as two mall cops on Segways ride in their direction, calling out warnings in bored tones because this is an everyday occurrence for them.
But for me? The sight of my mate dominating another alpha does it.
Slick starts to dampen my panties, and I grow wetter with every punch Kylian throws.
My teeth dig into my lower lip, and a tiny whine of desire slips out.
Colter roars out in a tone that makes everyone within a hundred feet freeze. "Stop fucking around and get the car!"
Ridge appears from around a corner and bursts through the knot of alphas, pulling Kylian off the other man. Together, theybarrel toward the nearest exit at top speed, ignoring the fist-waving rent-a-cops as they run left out a set of glass doors.
Once I know they're safe, I search for Luka, but I come up empty. Panic careens through my veins the second I don't spot him, and I unravel.
"Luka!" I call out in breathy concern, not even waiting half a second before I call again, this time at the top of my lungs. "LUKA!"
"Right here, Princess," a smooth voice behind me intones.
I twist in Colter's arms to see my suave mate already holding the exit door open for us. A suppressant spray is in his hand, and he zigzags it through the air, neutralizing some of the potency of my scent so that we don't get chased out of here.
But I'm too far into my heat for the spray to have any effect on me at all. It might fall in a mist onto my skin, but beneath the surface, I’m molten.
Luka gives me a soft smile as I reach for him, the need to touch him and feel him against me a primal force that I can't control.
Colter doesn't let me down until I'm sandwiched between the two of them. I slide down his leg in the most wanton way, that leg of his clenched between my thighs. I’m about to grind mindlessly against him when I’m scooped into a bridal carry by Luka.
"Let's go home, love," Luka whispers as I nuzzle his neck.
Colter plays linebacker and clears a path in front of us. He only has to shoulder a few male omegas aside before the rest get the message and give us a wide berth, even the alphas who send interested glances my way.
There's a long, endless honk somewhere in the parking lot, and Luka starts to chuckle.
"Want to guess who that is?" he murmurs.
I'm too enamored by his collarbone to answer, dragging my fingertips along it.
"Ridge did not let Kylian drive," Colter retorts, aghast.
But the sound of screeching tires and a thump tells us otherwise, and suddenly, right there on the sidewalk in a black SUV, are my other two mates.
Ridge hops out of the passenger seat and pulls open the back door like a bodyguard. But then he gets into the back seat himself, and Luka hands me up to him before sliding onto the bench seat.
Colter takes shotgun as Kylian honks again, leaning out the driver's side window to yell, "MOVE!"
I try to muster up the energy to tell him he needs to please stop breaking the law, and I inhale—but breathing is the wrong move. Despite the fact that Kylian's window is down, the SUV is filled with a mix of my men's potent scents, and the gravity of the universe shifts as I draw in their pheromones.
One deep pull is all it takes. My lungs fill and my eyes grow hooded as my mind twirls until I'm dizzy with fierce lust.
A tiny mewl escapes from my lips. A plea because I need someone's hands on meright fucking now.
Suddenly the seat beneath me is too hard, and the car's cabin is too small. And it's too dark but also too stuffy, and I'm sodamned empty that I'm about to scream. My hands fly to my hair and tug.
"I need—" But I can't get words out.
