My body is on fire, liquid magma coursing through me.
"Shhh, come here," Ridge whispers softly, as if he knows that I couldn't stand a loud noise right now. With a softer touch than I'd ever have imagined him capable of when we met, he pulls me around on the seat until I straddle his lap. "Put your nose against my neck."
My mind presses the off button at his order, and I relax into submissive trust, into a headspace I'd once never thought possible. But now that I'm safe and secure with my mates, now that there is no chance another alpha can touch me, instinct drives me, and I sink against him, sagging, relaxing as his hands knead my shoulders and back.
Each touch plunges deeper than it normally would and sets off an undertow of sensations that pulls at me as I inhale against his skin, not fighting the tide, just letting it drag me under. Letting sensation fill my veins and lungs with this powerful, greedy lust.
My hands rise up and ghost over his sides.
I should wait until we're back at the castle, back in my nest. Wait until we're truly safe.
But the temptation is a locked door that I stride past and have to circle back to, just to test the latch. I should wait. But I don't want to.
When my fingertips glide beneath the hem of his shirt and up across his abs, Ridge moans beneath me.
And I'm lost—allure’s door thrown open and I'm across the threshold. There's no turning back. Animalistic fever drives me, and I grind against the bulge in his lap as my tongue darts out to trace a line up his neck. He tastes fresh and clean, and his slight stubble tickles my tongue, setting me off further.
My hands reach upward and tweak his nipples beneath his black T-shirt just as his hand smacks my ass, the sting sending bright sparks through me.
"Brylee," he warns.
I simply grin against his pulse and shift my knees up farther so that I can grind harder against his thickening length.
"Dammit, I wanna watch," Kylian complains from the front seat.
In my peripheral vision, I see Colter pull up his phone and start taking a video of me.
"Naughty omega," Ridge mutters, but I can hear the smile in his tone before he digs his fingertips into the flesh of my ass and whispers, "Show the others just how naughty you can be."
My head rises slowly, and our gazes lock, twin pools of desire. My tongue drags across my sensitive lips. I grind against him slowly again, but I swivel my gaze to look over at Luka, who has turned in his seat, seat belt straining as he drinks in the sight of me on his packmate's lap.
Sliding up and down again, need soaking my panties, I stare at my brown-haired alpha as I plant both my hands on Ridge's shoulders for better leverage.
Lifting my ass up, I arch my back just a bit before asking Luka in a wispy tone, "Can you help take these panties off?"
Quick as a flash, he's unbuckled and pressed up beside us, hands reaching for my hips, thumbs hooking beneath the hem of my lacy undergarment and sliding it down. The drag of the lace is a sensual tickle that makes me writhe, on the verge of a needy whine, but I use Ridge's lips to swallow the noise.
I kiss him. Hard.
He immediately wrests control from me, his tongue darting out, his hands coming up to cup the back of my head and angle me the way he likes.
Meanwhile, Luka's dragged the panties down so they tease my ankles, stretched tight. But instead of unstrapping my heels and sliding the panties off, he leaves them in place. Trapping me.
God, that's hot.
As Ridge distracts me with feral, ferocious kisses, Luka's broad hands slide back up my thighs and shoves up the thin material of my sun dress. Teeth drag along my hip as one of his hands slides around to my inner thigh. The threat of his bite contrasts the smoothness of his caress, and desire coils tighter inside of me, pressure building. Need intensifying.
I cry out against Ridge's mouth when Luka's fingers finally slide up my center, a smoldering mess left in their wake. Slick gushes freely as two of my scent matches manhandle me.
"So wet," Luka praises before his teeth tease again with a shallow bite that only serves to heighten my senses.
Every inch of my skin reacts to the air itself with frenzied need as I gasp, breaking off my kiss with Ridge to take in sharp pulls of air.
Hands cup my breasts through my dress, lifting their weight, thumbs grazing across my nipples.
Ridge's expression is incredibly self-satisfied as he teases me, deliberately pushing me toward the brink. And I can't help but love his arrogant self-assurance even as I want to undermine it.
But Luka's ministrations ensure I can't. He drags two fingers down either side of my opening and then spreads them apart before gliding back up. The sensitive exposure and continuous touch are my undoing.
