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“I adopted them. No, I don’t. You don’t need to know my name because we shouldn’t be together. I’m not your fated, Sully.”

“Why not?” he asked, latching onto my reason against us.

“I don’t think anyone in this town would like it.” I stopped the truck. “This close enough?”

“Yeah,” he said, sadly. “That’s my house there.” He pointed in the direction of a large house, outside lights shining. When he made no moveto open the door, I leaned across him to open it. He unclipped his belt and turned to face me. “Thanks for bringing me home. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

I got out to put his scooter on the road behind the truck facing his house. When I returned to the cab, he was still looking at me.

He was so obviously hopeful that I would change my mind about him, it crushed me to say no. He was a complication I hadn’t considered. Why would I have thought I’d meet my mate in this wretched town?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, slowly. “You should stay away from the woods, Sully. Be safe, okay?”

“Could I have one more kiss? I wanted to remember this night properly.”

Leaning into him, I brushed my lips over his.

His fingers grasped my head, his mouth met mine again. He kissed me deeply, his tongue plunging into my mouth. There was a tinge of desperation in this sensual assault. My cock thickened against my thigh as his pheromones filled the cab of the truck.

He broke away. “How about once more? Then I won’t bother you again.” I think we both knew that would be a lie.

Sully was a drug and I feared I was addicted.

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Sully

“Sully,”hegroaned.Itwas awkward as fuck not knowing his name, but there was also something hot about it, too.

Who was this little prey omega who had heat sex with a stranger in the woods? Even if said stranger was my mate, it still felt forbidden. I was a good boy who did what my parents told me, not one who did what I wanted in the pursuit of pleasure.

This other side of myself was more daring, and truthfully? I liked it. Which is how I found the courage to ask my mate for what I wanted: another time with him. I needed to convince him to take a risk on me. The town would adapt to us, or we could leave, right? He came from somewhere before. We could go back there.

With no small amount of difficulty, given how stiff my body was after all the sex on the cold,hard ground, then over the tree stump, I swung my body into his lap, just missing the car horn.

Instinctively, his hands landed on my hips. His fingers flexed possessively as I rocked forward to fuse our mouths together once more.

Kissing him was the best. His skin was soft, with the barest hint of stubble across his cheeks. His lips were firm, tongue hot. He took charge of the kiss quickly, dominating me perfectly.

I ground my ass against his hardening cock while my fingers worked their way under his shirt. His chest was smooth and defined. Likely from the work being done to his house. My mate was so sexy!

Breaking from his mouth, I trailed a path of kisses along his jaw and down his throat, nipping at his Adam’s apple, making him groan.

“Just once more,” he finally relented, while he pulled down my borrowed sweats. His eyes were zeroed in on my body. I knew he found me attractive. Why wouldn’t he give in to this incredible chemistry between us?

I quickly pulled the door shut and locked the truck. I rose up from his lap so he could get the sweats down to my knees, at the same time as I reached for his zipper.

Freeing his cock, I got a better look at it while it was hard for me. No wonder I ached, my mate was thick and longer than I was used to. I was pretty sure I was ruined for anyone else.

Taking him in my hand, I lowered myself onto the tip of his cock.

Slowly, I slid down on his length with a loud moan.

“Sully!” he groaned, fingers tightening once more on my hips.

I began to rock, the limited space making it more like a grind. He was so deep inside me it was almost too much! Every tiny movement lit up more nerves inside me.

One hand let go of my hip to cup my throat, angling my head for a bruising kiss. My lips were swollen and sore, but still it wasn’t enough.