Page 15 of Ignition

I wanted to shake him until his useless, selfish brain rattled around his skull. I wanted to push his head down to force him to take my cock, rigid against my thigh, into his throat over and over until we forgot what we were even arguing about. I wanted—fuck, I wantedCaleb.

And I was so sick of not getting what I wanted, especiallywhen it was right in front of me, that before I knew it, I was hauling him forward.

My lips smashed into his, not sweet or gentle like I might’ve imagined it’d be. Hard, demanding.

Claiming.

Caleb froze, not kissing me back at all. Not even breathing. But I didn’t care; Ineededthis. I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, biting down on it, hard.

His previously burnt and sour scent turned heavy, sweet, and thick like syrup as it flooded the car, a moan somewhere between pleasure and pain rising above the music, and it was enough for me to keep going. I licked over the bruise I’d just created, and he opened his mouth eagerly, letting me in.

I didn’t think I'd ever been this hard in my life. My knot throbbing so instantly that I had to press my hand onto it to relieve some of the pressure before my cock exploded.

The hand around Caleb’s neck slowly trailed into his hair, until I was right at the nape of his neck, gripping the short strands. I yanked his head back so I had better access, using the controlling hold to force us closer together, awkwardly over top of the center console until he was practically in my lap.

“More,” I snarled softly, kissing him again and again, squeezing my cock with my hand as we devoured each other’s mouths.

Eventually, Caleb pulled away. “I can’t breathe,” he gasped, sucking in several deep mouthfuls of air.

I was panting, but that didn’t matter.

I didn’t need air. I neededhim.

Caleb.

And then it hit me.

“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming my open hand on the steering wheel as I forced myself backward, trying to clear the scorching wave of desire from my mind.

The outburst made Caleb jump, and he overbalanced, falling against my chest with his hand landing on my rigid length. “W-What?” he asked, and I could feel the heat coming off his skin as he realized what he’d gripped onto.

“I’m in rut,” I managed, hips pressing into his fingers of their own accord.

He didn’t pull away.

Why wasn’t he pulling away?

Rut would explain… a lot actually. It’s not like I had the time or money to go to the heat clinic for a fix. And I’d been irritable and restless for weeks, just… ignoring it completely.

Caleb, seeming to remember that it wasn’t normal for him to be giving me a handy over my clothes, pulled his hand back. “Why don’t we head back, man? I’ll drop you at a heat hotel.”

I grunted, adjusting in my seat, the sound of the radio like sandpaper against my skin. I pressed the button to shut it off, and the sound of the rain soothed me enough that I attempted to buckle my seatbelt, jaw clenched so tightly that I was sure my teeth were going to crack.

He slid back into the passenger’s side, and I yearned to have the alpha back in my lap where he belonged.

The belt was too tight, the pressure against my chest oppressively restrictive, making my emotions even more unstable than they’d felt just moments ago. I realized, with a kind of mounting horror, that there was no way I was going to be able to drive like this, fumbling for the release of the belt desperately. It gave on the third try, the silvery material flying away from my hips and chest, offering me the barest bit of relief in the form of being able to take a full, deep breath.

“Can’t.”

“Can’t? What do you mean, can’t? Why the fuck not?” Caleb asked, grabbing my arm in a weak attempt to push meout of the driver’s side. “Stop being an asshole, Nick. Get out, I’ll drive then.”

“You don’t know how to drive stick,” I growled at him, catching his wrist. “How the fuck are you supposed to drive when you couldn’t even start the fuckin’ thing?”

Caleb blinked stupidly. The posh fuck spent so much time looking down his nose at me he never considered that there were things I could do that he couldn’t. Especially something as simple as driving a car with a manual transmission.

“So what, you want to just… wait it out?” he asked lamely, eyes bouncing between my face and my cock.

“Unless you have a fucking better idea?” I snapped, giving him a hard shove away and closing my eyes for a deep, steadying breath.