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I forgot to take my suppressants.

With the chaos of the past couple days, I haven't remembered to take my meds. Normally, that would be fine; I would figure it out and get back on them as soon as possible. But right now, I'm trapped away from home, and I'm injured, and Arjun smells like the tastiest thing I've ever...

I brush my lips against his palm and let out a soft moan.

His other hand--the one still holding agun, because that isn't dangerous at all--braces against the wall behind me.

"Holy shit," he groans under his breath.

The footsteps start moving away, and Arjun's grip on me loosens slightly. He looks down at me, his eyes dark with desire.

"We have to keep moving," he says, his voice rough.

But I can't ignore the heat pooling between my legs, the throbbing ache in my body. I need him, in a way that's almost overwhelming.

"Arjun," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Please."

He hesitates for just a moment, and then he's kissing me--hard and fierce and hungry. I respond eagerly, my body pressing against his as my arms wrap around his neck.

He breaks the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck. I moan softly, my fingers digging into his skin.

"We don't have time," he says, but his voice is unconvincing. "Your life is in danger."

"I don't care," I reply, my voice breathless. "I need to be fucked."

He groans and rocks his hips against mine, his hard cock pressing into my belly. I kiss him again, idly wondering if maybe I kissedNatefor this same reason, if the suppressants have been wearing off ever since last night...but I really, really don't care. All I care about is that Arjun is currently here, and he smells amazing, and that if Nate showed up, I would take him too--

Heat.

My heat is here, and there's not much I can do to stop it.

But fate has other things in mind.

The door behind Arjun opens suddenly, and a hand lands on his shoulder. He whips around to come face to face with one of the ACB agents who was chasing us--but Arjun doesn't miss a beat, and he levels his gun with the guy's head before firing. I scream and cower into the corner, a splash of blood on my face as Arjun reaches for me.

"We have to run!" he says.

It never seems to stop, does it?

The world seems to spin and sway as I run, Arjun's hand on my arm keeping me upright. We take no time to rest, and Arjun's pace is relentless--but we need to escape, and we can't stay here.

We hear footsteps and voices behind us, the agents shouting for us to stop--but then there's another volley of gunfire from somewhere off to the side, and I look over to see Nate and Milo coming at us from the other direction. My heart leaps with hope when I see my other two men, and I know we're going to make it out of this alive.

"We shot two of their men before they could react," Nate says, breathless. "I think that's the last of them, but we need to hurry."

Arjun squeezes my arm and looks down at me. "We're going to get help. You're going to be okay, Superman."

"I know," I reply, even though I'm not so sure.

I'm still reeling from my heat, and every movement is sending a fresh jolt of pain and desire through my body. Milo looks stressed out, and I can see the confusion flicker over his features when he realizes there's something wrong with both meandArjun.

"The car's just up ahead," Milo says. "We need to move."

"How did you--" I begin, but I see another car pull up...then another. Our backup from the Enclave must have arrived, and now the guys are going to get me to safety. We jog the rest of the way, my injured arm burning even as I'm breathless from my heat. I stop at the back door, looking up at Milo before I get in.

"Thank you," I say. "For everything."

Milo smiles and opens the door, helping me into the back seat and climbing in with me. Arjun takes the front seat, and Nate the driver's seat, his eyes tense as he races out of the parking lot.

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