I tug at his shirt, forcing it over his head. He’s slinked us into the alleyway beside the bar so that the darkness can cloak us like two teenagers doing something forbidden. My hands slide over his broad chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the steady rhythm of his breath. His scent is all around me now, filling my lungs and making my pulse race. I want to taste every inch of him. I want him to burn me with his touch, with everything he’s got.
His mouth is on mine again, desperate and hungry. His tongue slides against mine, slow at first, like he’s savoring it. Then it’s hard and urgent, like he’s drowning and I’m the only thing that can save him.
That can keep him buoyant.
His hands move over me again, touching, exploring, his fingers tracing the edge of my bra, tugging at the straps until they snap, pulling it away without hesitation.
And then, I’m bare in front of him. Vulnerable and exposed in the darkness of the alleyway next to the bar. But I don’t feel the fear I thought I would. His gaze drops to my breasts, and I feel alive. He licks his lips, and a growl rumbles up the back of his throat. Every inch of me is on fire as his hands glide over my skin, leaving trails of heat and goosebumps wherever he touches.
“Fuck, Lo,” Ford breathes, thick with need as his eyes rake over my exposed form. “You are something else.”
I arch into him, needing to feel him against me, to feel anything but this endless, burning emptiness between my legs. I drag my nails down his chest, feeling the taut muscles beneath my fingers and the hair rushing beneath my nails. The smooth, valiant heat of his skin.
Before I can think, his hands are on me again, strong and possessive, dragging me closer. His cock presses against me through the fabric of his jeans. I can’t stop the sharp gasp that escapes me, the way my body reacts to the feel of him as he grinds that monster up against my clothed pussy.
His breath catches, and I see the raw desire flash in his eyes.
“Anyone could see us if they turn the corner,” I whisper, trembling as I reach between us and tug at his belt, desperate to feel him fully. “But I don’t care. I want you. Now.”
He growls, a sound that rattles my very bones, and in one swift motion, he has me undone, his hands tugging at my jeans, pulling them down my legs, leaving me exposed and bare for him. My scent floods the air with the smell of peaches, and it makes Ford’s eyes darken. I’m already on fire, but this… this is something else entirely.
This is a fate I can no longer ignore.
As much as I wish I could.
Ford’s hands slide up my body, gripping my hips before he lifts me back up again, my back pressing further into the icy brick of the wall as his lips find my pulse point. His teeth scrape lightly over the sensitive skin, sending jolts of sensation down my spine.
Do it,the Omega inside of me whines.
“Lo,” he groans, laced with tension. “I swear to God, I can’t cope with you.”
Before I can respond, he shifts, pulling me down onto him. The force of it has me gasping, every nerve in my body screaming for more. My clothes, discarded. His lips, wrapped around one of my aching nipples. His sizzling heat, chasing away every ounce of cold that I should feel, but don’t.
There’s no slow, teasing buildup. It’s raw. It’s reckless. I’m empty, and then I’m full. He fills me completely in one fluid motion, stretching me to a max I didn’t realize I had, and my entire world tilts.
“Oh, Ford,” I whimper out.
“Goddamn it, Lo. I’ve waited forever for this,” he growls.
I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I adjust to the feel of him, the stretch, the burn, the heat. Every inch of him moves in me, and it’s like fire flooding through my veins.
He doesn’t give me time to breathe before he pulls me away from the harsh brick and starts moving. His hands on my hips guide me with rough precision, pulling me down onto him harder, faster.
“God,” he breathes, strained, like it’s taking everything he has to hold back. “You’re fucking killing me.”
I meet his gaze, and I can’t help the wicked smile that pulls at my lips.
“Then do something about it,” I whisper, barely a breath, but it’s a command, an invitation.
Ford doesn’t need to be told twice. He pulls back until just the tip catches at my entrance, and then he slams into me, hard and relentless, making the world spin around me.
Every thrust is punishing, but it’s everything I’ve wanted. Everything I’ve needed. His hands are everywhere, on my back, my ass, gripping me with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt. The urge to bite him, to mark him, crawls through me. I want to sink my teeth into his skin and claim him as mine, just as he’s claiming me.
All I can focus on is the way he moves, the way his body fits against mine, how every inch of him makes me feel alive in a way I never have before.
His pace picks up, frantic, and I meet him with every thrust, my hips grinding against his, pushing myself closer, deeper, faster. The slick between my thighs makes every movement sharper, every push harder. I feel it, the uncontrollable need, the way my body responds to his, wanting more, needing more. I don’t care how messy this gets; I don’t care about anything but this moment.
“Lo,” he grunts. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. I’m not gonna last.”
