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Summer may not know we're mates, but she's still an omega, and she must sense my distress because a purr rumbles through her chest and into mine, warming me from the inside out. The tension in my body drains away, and I hold her to me, wondering how the hell I got so lucky to have her as a mate. "You guys will figure it out, Mason. Just talk to him, I'm sure he misses you, too," she mumbles against me. I want to tell her right now. That she's ours, and see what she thinks about it then, but we agreed to tell her as a pack, so I bite my tongue. Instead, I lean back and look at her. Sultry brown eyes peek up at me through a thick curtain of lashes. She should not be able to look so innocent, yet so sexy at the same time. I brush a lock of her silky brown hair behind her ear and cup her face. She closes her eyes and leans into my hand; her face looks so dainty against it, and I have the sudden urge to kiss her. No, urge is too tame a word for the feeling that starts to overwhelm me. It's more like a compulsion, one that is impossible to resist. So I don't.
I brush my thumb across her high cheekbone to get her to open her eyes. When she does, I lean in. Her pupils dilate, and her mouth parts slightly as her eyes dart to my lips. I almost groan at the hungry look in her eyes. She reaches up on her tiptoes at the same time as I bend down, and our lips meet in a soft, gentle kiss. But then she reaches her hand up and yanks the back of my head back down as I'm about to pull away, and her kiss this time is urgent, fevered. With a sweep of my tongue across her lips, she opens on a moan, granting me access. We kiss like this, frenzied and hurried, and I suddenly need more. I reach down, grip just below Summer's perfect ass, and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist on instinct, and I turn so that most of her body weight is pushed against the car. My dick is straining painfully against my zipper, and I thrust it against her core for a little relief.
She mewls, soft and sweet, and grinds down on me in return. I squeeze her ass a little harder at the sensation and moan as she does it again and again. Here we are dry humping like a couple of teenagers, but I can't stop. Especially not since she breaks away from the kiss and starts moaning in my ear.
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.
I continue gyrating my hips against her core and tilt her head to the side so I can kiss and suck at her neck, right where I'd put my claiming mark if I could. I bite down gently, and she shouts her release, clings to me, and shakes violently in my arms.
A loud sound from behind us makes Summer jolt out of her post-orgasmic haze as someone clears their throat.
"Oh Goddess," Summer groans—in embarrassment this time—and tucks her head into my neck. I want to laugh at her for hiding, but I look behind me to see who cleared their throat, and it was a dad, walking with his wife and two young daughters, no older than five. The mom is looking disapprovingly at us and covering her daughters' eyes, while the dad is doing his best not to laugh.
"Sorry," I say back to them and carry Summer to the passenger side, depositing her in the seat before walking slowly to the driver side. I adjust my cock and give it a squeeze to try to relieve some of the pressure. It's still aching, need coursing through me like a raging tidal wave, beating against every orifice in me creating a maelstrom of desire.
When I slide into the drivers side, I almost choke on the pheromones Summer is putting off. Her omega perfume is everywhere, and as turned on as I was five seconds ago, it is unbelievably worse now. A tortured groan escapes me as I try to breathe through my mouth and will my erection down. But Summer has other plans. She leans across the center console. With one hand, she starts stroking me through my jeans and the other starts to unbutton them. I grab her wrist. She peeks up at me, brown eyes almost swallowed whole by her pupils. "You don't have to," I say, but the throaty tone of my voice gives away just how much I want it.Needit.
"I want to," she almost whines in that sweet, lyrical voice of hers. And I believe her, because another burst of her perfume envelopes me as she gets my pants unbuttoned and sees the head of my cock poking out. I'm not wearing any underwear so she starts tugging on my jeans, and I lift to help her. She only pulls them down enough for all of me to be on display for her before she leans over and licks a stripe up the vein and sucks the head like a lollipop. Her hair is down so I lift it all up in one hand, wrapping it around my fist to watch her work my cock deep into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat. She moans like she's the one getting a treat, not me, and the vibrations make me cry out and buck up into her.
She chokes a little. "Sorry, sorry," I mutter out, breathless.
She pops off of me just long enough to look up and say, "It's okay. I like it."
Then she takes me back into her mouth, bobbing up and down, the wet heat of her feeling like it should be a sin. Thank the Goddess these windows are tinted.
I'm so close to cumming, but I want to test out what she just said. The next time she's going down, taking me into her, I thrust up. She gags a little again but moans, too. So I tighten the grip on her hair and control her movements, pushing down as I thrust up. Again and again until I'm fucking her face.
"Fuck, yes," I groan, and buck up faster and faster, chasing my release. Summer's perfume is almost overwhelming now, and I watch in fascination and she snakes her hand down into her pants and rubs her clit hard and fast, working for her second release. The sight has my hips stuttering, and jets of cum shoot out of me in violent, almost painful spurts. Summer swallows every ounce of it and then moans around my semi-soft cock as she cums a second time. I shout at the over-sensation and gently pull her off me. A little bit of my release dribbles out of her mouth, and I catch it on my thumb and push it back in. She takes it eagerly, sucking my thumb hard before biting down gently. My cock twitches in response, and she smirks as she notices. The little vixen. I lean in and kiss her sweetly to counter how rough I just was.
People may think Maverick is the dominant one in our relationship, and he can be, but my tastes tend to run a little darker than his in the bedroom, and he gets dominated just as often as he gives it.
She purrs a little against my lips, and I know I didn't scare her off. Summer breaks away before I'm ready, but then smiles at me. "So, dinner?" A loud laugh startles out of me as I stare into her beautiful brown eyes, sparkling with mischief.
Damn, I'm one lucky guy.
Twenty-Two
Summer
The soft,constant buzzing is the only noise that filters through my apartment. Darkness is all that can be seen out of my window, and even the streets are quiet, asleep. Everyone but me as I hold the small pink bullet to my clit and teeter toward the edge of what has to be my twentieth orgasm. It's not enough though. Sweat is pooled beneath my back and under my thighs. My body is so overheated, I'm writhing completely naked with my blankets kicked around me in a cocoon. They're all still on the bed though, despite my slick skin, because the comfort of my nest satiates my omega.
"Argh," I cry out softly as another orgasm sends tingles through my body. It's a temporary relief. Hardly one at all, really. After so many, it feels more akin to a soft fluttering through my core than the all-consuming thing I need it to be. I know what can fix it. An alpha's knot. But I don't have one of those, and my heat hasn't even started yet.
I could weep at the thought. As I turn the bullet off, and the buzzing quiets, my thoughts race at how I know the next week will go once my heat comes. If I'm this needy already, I'll be miserable. My head turns toward the bathroom of its own accord, where I lament the loss of the heat suppressants I flushed down the toilet. Caught between cursing myself straight to hell at the foresight I showed a few weeks ago and patting my back for the same, I'd happily sell my soul to fast forward three months so it's safe to take them again. With a groan, I roll over and tap my dark phone screen. I blink rapidly and squint at the bright light as it comes to life.
"Ugh," I huff when I see it's still an hour before I have to get ready for work. Normally, I'd love to get some more time to sleep, but with these constant heat hormones hitting me, sleep is not a luxury I seem to have right now. My body is a live wire of need, so I'd love nothing more than to get to work. Anything for a distraction. I should be safe during the day; when I'm no longer plagued with dreams of Pack Whitlock and their enticing scents, wandering hands, big co–
I pick up the vibrator I just discarded, turn it on again, and groan as I place it back against my swollen and sensitive mound.
Just a few more before work...
* * *
A few more turned into me grabbing the dildo from my closet and fucking myself with it for the next hour, while I held the bullet against my nub. At least by the time I got up an hour later, I had exhausted myself enough that the cravings—theneed—passed. I just have to go the whole day without thinking about Brooklyn, Mason, Hudson, or Maverick, and I should be able to keep myself under control.
When I finally got up to shower, the amount of slick coating my thighs and bed had me changing my sheets and opening the window, hoping for a breeze to dry the soaked mattress. My efforts may be in vain, but at least it works to vent what I'm sure are overwhelming pheromones coating my apartment. Ava is supposed to come over tonight, so I don't want her choking on my cloying scent. It's Friday; we're finally putting our dresses to good use tonight and going clubbing. I really thought about canceling since I'm so close to my heat and don't want to tempt fate—or an aggressive alpha—but then I remember the vacant look in her eyes and the stiff smile she has sported ever since our dinner and movie night last week at Pack Whitlock's house. She deserves a night of fun and distraction, and I won't be the one to stop her from getting it. I just pray my heat waits to make an appearance until after; when I'm alone.
Oh well, no point worrying about it now,I think as my two inch kitten heels click against the marbled foyer, I step into the elevator and press the fourth floor button for Pen2Paper Press. Once I'm at my desk and powering up my computer for the day, I get this niggling feeling in the back of my mind. I pull up Jerrick's calendar for the day, and I can feel the blood drain from my face a little as I stare at the lunch meeting he has set up with Dillan Doherty, which he invited me to...and Brooklyn. A little hit of my perfume sneaks out already at just the thought of being so close to her today. And with my boss across the table, no less. I've done a decent job of avoiding the whole pack this week.
