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I turned to Nico. “Now what are we going to do?”

“We’re going home, and you’re going to finish what we started.” He scooped me up in a fireman's carry, and I shrieked. His hand came down on my ass with a crack. “You’ve been a very bad girl, bella.”

Chapter 63

Rosalina

Nico tossed me into the back seat, and Oliver climbed in on the other side.

Still holding the door, Nico looked past me to the other omega in disbelief. “You want me to drive your Audi?”

“Yeah, you drive like a grandma, anyway. Don’t get used to it.”

Oliver wasted no time taking my hand and coaxing me closer. I snuggled up against his side, careful of his wounded leg.

In the shadows of the quickly filling courtyard, Nico took a moment to bark off orders to some of the alphas piling out of an assortment of expensive-looking cars.

My attention was all on Oliver, though. “Aren’t you hurt? Shouldn’t we go to the hospital?” I nuzzled into his neck, drawing in his sweet, buttery scent. Fuck, I could just eat him whole.

“It was just a couple of stitches. I’ve had worse.” His jaw was tense beneath my lips.

Instructions given, the alphas finally joined us in the car, closing their doors and blocking out the rising commotion from the courtyard.

Having overheard my concern, Cruz said, “The bond will have him healed by morning, hellcat.”

Ollie turned, so my next kiss landed on his lips. “See, babe. Nothing to worry about.”

The car eased out onto the paved drive, picking up speed as we passed the gate.

Oliver nipped my lower lip, wrapping his arms around my waist and anchoring me to him. He deepened the kiss, and I opened for his gentle strokes, his tongue teasing with its tenderness. My arms circled his neck as I leaned closer, still kissing him.

“I was so scared when those assholes started shooting,” I whispered into his lips.

“We won’t ever let anyone hurt you again.” Ollie’s hand ran down my ribs and over my hip. “Come here.”

He continued his path, gripping my thigh and drawing it across his lap.

I rotated until I was straddling his waist, careful of his wound. His hands dragged my hips over the firmness swelling in his pants. He traced slow, languid kisses down my throat, lingering over the nearly healed bite mark Nico had given me. Every soft press of his skin sent waves of warmth radiating to my core.

“But, you’re hurt, Oliver. We can’t,” I gasped.

His lips fell to my breasts. “Wanna bet?” The vibration of his words had my nipples tightening and aching for his kiss.

He grabbed the front of my tank top and pulled it down, exposing my chest to him. He groaned, and his cock thickened under me. “You’re perfect.”

My neck arched, stopped only by the back of Cruz’s seat. Oliver took one furled peak between his lips. A pulse of pleasure went straight from my breasts to the apex of my thighs. The sharp scrape of his teeth had my head spinning, and when he pulled his mouth free, I was bereft.

“Rosa, I want to mark you.” Ollie’s eyes met mine, and something hard inside me melted. “Can I mark you?”

I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. Between short, needy breaths, I managed to murmur a, “yes.”

Oliver’s clever fingers slid up my spine, unhooking my bra with a twist and discarding it on the floorboard. His mouth dropped to my nipples as he turned us and pressed me back onto the seat. He released me to pull off his T-shirt and drag off my boots.

My fingers made quick work of unfastening my jeans, and I wriggled them over my hips. Oliver peeled my panties down my thighs and crawled over me.

Cruz’s voice drifted from the front seat. “Nico, you might want to hurry the fuck up.”

The car’s speakers rang with the sound of a phone call being placed, but I ignored it, pulling Oliver’s lips to mine.