After a while, I take the long way out of town, turning off the main road toward a secluded spot by the river. One of my favorite places to think. It’s a place I’ve gone to for years when the world feels too loud, too demanding.
The trees stand tall, their branches reaching for the sky, and the river flows steadily beneath us, a constant reminder that everything keeps moving, even when we’re stuck.
I park the truck and kill the engine, letting the quiet settle between us. I turn to Lo, who’s lost in thought, staring out the window, her eyes distant.
“Want to talk?” I ask quietly, my words soft against the sound of the river flowing nearby.
Lo doesn’t respond immediately. She’s looking out the window, her gaze locked on the trees that surround the area, her thoughts clearly somewhere far away. Her family, the looming confrontation, is written all over her face, the quiet ache in her expression that no one ever sees.
I wish I could take that from her.
Shoulder every single burden so that she doesn’t have to any longer.
No wonder she always runs. She must feel like she’s suffocating if she’s not breathing hard through the running.
“I don’t think I want to talk,” she finally says as she edges closer to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. “I think I want to forget.”
The quiet stretches between us for a second before she tilts her head up and kisses me just beneath my jaw. It’s soft at first, her lips brushing my skin with hesitation, but then the pressure builds, and I feel that need I’ve been fighting against for too long.
I can’t hold my Alpha back any longer. She’s mine, and I need the world to know it.
I respond, pulling her closer until she’s seated in my lap like the good little Omega she is. I feel the softness of her body pressagainst mine, the tension in her shoulders finally giving way as she allows my strength to support her. My heart pounds, and I lose myself for a moment in the simple feeling of being this close to her.
But then she moves, pushing me back against the truck seat, straddling me. She’s so close, her hips pressing against mine, and I can feel the pulse between us. She grins, all sharp edges and fire, as her hands slide up to my chest, undoing the buttons of my shirt with quick, eager fingers.
Her lips trail over my skin, down my neck, hot and searching as her teeth graze over my pulse point, and I can’t help but sigh as she moves, kissing along my neck, her hands sliding under my shirt, fingertips brushing over my bare skin. She moves with purpose.
She knowsexactlywhat she’s doing to me.
“Lo…” I gasp, my hands grasping the excess of her hips, holding her in place as I try to control the rush of heat building between us.
My hips buck up against her clothed pussy.
And she’s relentless, pushing me further into the seat, grinding her warmth against me as her hands slide over my chest and down to my jeans. The heat of her touch burns through me. The need of my knot calls to me, drowning out all rational thought.
I have to knot her.
I have to mark her.
I have to show the town that she’s safe because of me. That I’ll always be in the shadows, keeping watch over her.
I lift my hands to her waist, pulling her closer, my breath catching as she grinds against me, a slow, teasing motion that makes my pulse spike.
“You’re killing me. You know that, little one?”
She looks at me, her grin wicked and full of promise. “Then let me finish the job.”
Her fingers edge under the waistband of my sweatpants, and she wraps her hand around my thick, throbbing, knotted length. The heat of my truck keeps us comfortable. It rocks with the sway of the whipping wind as her hand begins a slow, torturous rhythm. Damn near cruel, with how much I need her.
But as desire takes over, her movements become more urgent.
I fumble for her face, her hair, any part of her I can hold onto as the world narrows to the humid cab of the truck and the thudding scatter of her breath against my neck.
“Shit… Lo… my little one. Fuck.”
She presses her mouth to mine, open and hungry, and I quickly lose myself in the sensation. I roar as my sweatpants edge down to my thighs, my pulse pounding in my ears.
The pressure of pleasure starts to build as she clamps her teeth down on my shoulder. The pinch of pleasure, combined with pain, makes my head spin.
