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“Fuck, you smell so sweet,” he growls, bending low enough that the heat of his breath fans over my neck and chest. “I’ve never had a thing for pumpkin pie. Nothing against it. It’s just not what I would have gone for if faced with a dessert spread. Now? I’d pry the last slice out of an old lady’s hands with zero shame.”
I laugh, shaking my head. He’s playful and kind of silly sometimes, but I really like the way he makes me feel. I know my scent has hints of pumpkin and vanilla.
His giant hand palms my entire ass cheek. “Do you think I’m fucking with you, shortcake? Because I’m not.”
“Your brother threatened me with both a birthday and punishment spanking earlier.” My eyes dart away. I don’t want to come off like I’m searching for compliments, but I don’t want him to flirt with me out of pity, either. I finally settle for, “That’s complicated enough.”
“Tinley.” His fingers dig into the bottom of my butt cheek, very close to bumping against my pussy. “Not only am I affected by your scent on a level I’ve never experienced, but if you keep digging your teeth into that thick lower lip of yours, then I’m going to have to kiss it. And that’s not a threat, it’s a promise.”
I whine, burying my face in his chest. If I was doing that, I didn’t notice. Several low growls fill the air around us, and they aren’t familiar sounds. I shiver, clutching Ramsey even tighter because my impulses scream that sound could be dangerous. Alphas I know, and kind of trust, are one thing. Stranger growls are a completely different story.
“Ahh, fuck,” Ramsey mutters. “Sorry. We’ve got to bounce.” He lifts me using his hand on my ass and the other forearm. Before I know it, he’s stomping us toward the others.
“I never got to say goodbye.”
“You’ll see Ava again.” Ramsey nuzzles his cheek to mine.
“Okay.” I wiggle against him, focusing on how potent his scent is all of a sudden. “I’m hot and kind of achy. It came out of nowhere.”
“Yeah,” he growls. “I know, you’re perfuming like crazy.”
My jaw falls, but my insides light up at the thought.
Perfuming is one step toward an actual heat.
I want that more than almost anything.
* * *
Making it out of the club and into the SUV doesn’t take long, but I’m sweating and hot. Both Fitz and Warrick try to take me from Ramsey, but he lets out a snarl any alpha would be proud of and bundles us up in the very back seat.
“Are you okay?” Fitz asks, turning around from the middle row. He runs a hand down my hair.
“Yeah,” I groan, clutching my stomach. “It came on really quickly. I’m sorry I ruined our night out.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Warrick growls. It’s so loud that I jolt. I can’t see him, but his tone indicates he’s not pleased.
“Shh, I’ve got you.” Ramsey pulls my face to rest on his neck. My nose roots around, trying to find where his scent is strongest.
I’m not buckled in, but he’s holding me so tightly I’m not concerned. There’s loud music playing through the speakers of the SUV as we take off.
“You smell so good.” My tongue darts out, licking over his sweaty skin as I grind my panties over the front of his jeans. I can’t even manage to be embarrassed about it. Maybe I should be? No, I don’t think so, based on the way his pheromones flood the air in response to mine.
One of Ramsey’s forearms rests over the top of my ass, but his hand cups my hip, helping me grind over him. The growl he lets out says he’s enjoying it as much as I am. My core throbs, feeling achy and empty.
“You smell slick,” he whispers, tilting my head so he can get close to my ear. “I’m here. Take what you need.”
My face falls back to rest in the crook of his neck. He’s so potent, and I’m hypersensitive. My tits feel heavy and tender, my pussy throbs, and if everything wasn’t so hazy, then I might be less brazen about the way I roll my hips.
I don’t like to be in control. It’s so much easier when my partner takes the lead. A wave of cramping pain rolls through my abdomen, making me jolt.
“It’s not enough,” I whimper. I try to be quiet, but it’s a confined space, so I have no idea if it works.
Ramsey slides his free hand between us, and the pressure on my clit makes me moan. It’s nice, but it’s still not enough. I push up on my knees as my hands twine around his neck.
I should kiss him, right? Yeah, his thick lips are slightly parted. I don’t think he’d mind if I did. I don’t get to finish debating with myself, because he shoves his mouth to mine first.
I moan as he licks the seam of my lips, applying pressure with the hand on my ass. It pushes me forward, shoving me against the palm he’s got working my clit. He teases my lower lips with a thick finger at the same time as his tongue demands entry into my mouth. He kisses me with a frantic intensity that makes it feel like he’s as desperate for me as I am for him.
