“Think about this, sweet,” he said even though waiting and thinking were thelastthing he wanted.
She broke the kiss, her eyes glazed over from lust as she looked at Daniel.
“You sure you really want this? Beyond the fact that it means actually having sex, you know the risks. You could end up pregnant.”
Thatmade her pause, as though just the word woke her up. She worried her bottom lip with her teeth, her gaze down. “I understand the risk.”
“How about you look at me when you say that,” Daniel said. “If you can’t even look at me, you don’t really want this.”
She whined, pressing her face to Trent’s throat. Through her back, Daniel could feel her muscles go rigid, tensed in pain. After the wave ran through her, after she caught her breath again, she twisted so her forehead rested against Trent’s shoulder but she could see Daniel. There was absolute surrender in those eyes.
Of course, whether she’d been worn down by pain or she really wanted them, well, that was impossible to know. It was the risk when dealing with omegas—especially when heats were involved. Was it them or was it biology? “I know the risk,” she assured him. “I know you could knock me up.I get it. I’m not some fragile thing that doesn’t know how this works. Now, will you stop arguing and fuck me already?”
Andthatwas an offer Daniel couldn’t ignore.
Chapter Fourteen
“Come on, pet,” Trent said, shifting as if he were ready to get up.
The thought of losing the warmth of his body for even a moment was too long. Alison clutched him with one hand, her other reaching for the button of his jeans. “Here.”
“I’m not fucking you on a garage floor,” he groaned against her kiss.
“Don’t care.” She bit his bottom lip, undoing his pants to find the hot skin beneath.
“The house isn’t that far. We’ve got bedding there, sweet, and you can make a nest,” Daniel said.
The need to make one wasn’t there, though. Was it because of the drug? Did that make this unlike a regular heat, so she had no desire to do any of that?
Instead, she could only think about the alphas, about their masculine, heavy scents, their strong hands and hard cocks. She wanted to feel the strength in them, to taste them, and none of that required a bed.
She shook her head and pressed her lips to Trent’s throat before delivering a hard bite.
His answering dangerous, wild growl made her whine. The sound didn’t fit at all with the alpha she’d come to know, too feral for the sweet man he was.
Maybe that was why it was as hot as it was, why she tugged at his jeans hard, tired of waiting, her body wet and desperate. Someone else stripped her of her robe, and the cool air against her sweat-soaked skin drew a shiver.
Trent lifted his hips, letting her shift his pants and boxers down enough that she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. He was impossibly thick and as soon as she touched him, she was tired of waiting.
She rose up on her knees, her legs straddling his lap.
Her grasp on his cock let her rub him along her drenched sex.
If she wasn’t driven so hard by her heat, she’d have taken more time, teased, but right then she wanted nothing more than for him to fill her.
His thick shaft stretched her, and if she hadn’t been drenched, no doubt it would have stung. Instead, she let out a thin sound, Trent’s hands tightening on her waist as though he wanted to take her in one hard thrust.
Everything inside her lit up, as if her entire body had waited forthissensation. She recalled the clawing, painful heats before, the ones where she locked herself away in her cabin miles from anyone and suffered on her own.
Thiswas how it was supposed to be. Even so, even as Trent gave, she moved her hands to his shoulders and dug her nails into him. She wanted to hold him down, to take, to have everything. The need came fromsomething old inside her, something that had grown in the generations of omegas before her.
And Trent seemed fine with that plan. He growled in response to her nails and bucked his hips when she’d taken every inch of his hard cock, as if he needed to make sure there wasn’t any space left inside her untouched by him.
He burned her with his touch, seared her so deeply inside that she suspected she’d wear that mark forever, just like his bite.
Her lips met his, though their kisses were surprisingly soft, just a mixing of breath and need.
Alison rose then came down hard, wanting to feel entirely taken by him. Trent kept his hands on her waist, adding power to her moves but following her lead.
