“I’m just glad it’s in the past,” Crush growled, handing the gun back to Killian. “We’ll have to keep moving. If you feel up to playing lookout, I’ll get us out of here.”
“Okay,” Killian mumbled.
It was more difficult than he expected, separating himself from the omega. Killian didn’t even bat an eyelid at Crush pressed against him, their bodies snug and warm against each other.
Crush hadn’t had an omega tucked between his legs in... a long while. His instincts howled for more. Especially when his friends had been cuddling their own mates, touching and kissing, leaving their scents all over an omega they could call their own.
Crush wanted a mate.
He wanted one with a furious intensity, and that only grew worse with each friend who found a happily ever after.
When he tried to remove his hands from Killian’s hips, he realized that his nails had grown into claws, hooking lightly into Killian’s clothes and refusing to let go.
What the hell?He bent his head, slowly withdrawing his claws one by one. This brought his nose closer to Killian’s nape.
He caught his scent on Killian’s skin, a heady mix of damp forest and sweet grass. It was perfect.
Without realizing it, Crush had his nose pressed against Killian’s nape. Killian squeaked. Crush couldn’t help huffing, filling his lungs with that scent. “Sorry,” he said, his teeth elongated.
The next thing he knew, he was pinning Killian beneath him, their bodies pressed snugly together.
Mate him,his instincts rumbled.Make him ours.
Crush was a hair away from rubbing his scent into Killian’s skin. He could slip his hands under Killian’s clothes; he could rub his cock against Killian’s inner thighs, push a little higher—
No, I can’t go there right now. He didn’t give permission. And we’re still out in the open.
Crush cursed colorfully and yanked himself backward. “Fuck. Sorry. I... Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Killian was almost shot multiple times, and here I am, trying to hump him like a wild dog.
Wolves ARE wild dogs,a little voice said in his head.
Crush leaned back, feeling another stab of guilt when he found the huge tent in his sweatpants.Should’ve put on a pair of underwear when I got dressed.But he hadn’t expected to meet an omega who made him this hard.
He began to climb awkwardly back into the driver’s seat, only to freeze when Killian peeked over his shoulder with a frown.
Brown eyes raked down Crush’s body, locking immediately on the sweatpants that hidnothing.
“Um,” Killian squeaked. His face turned bright red.
“I should... start driving,” Crush muttered. Except when he tried to fold his limbs together to squeeze into the driver’s seat, his body did not cooperate. The tent remained pitched no matter how he moved, gray fabric tugging back and forth around his tip.
Hell, a small dark spot was starting to form there, that didn’t exist a few moments ago.
Killian’s eyeballs looked as though they might fall out of his head.
“That’s like a whole third leg,” he blurted. “Can you run on it? Does it get caught on the grass when you’re, um, in your wolf shape?”
“I’mnotanswering those questions about my wolf shape,” Crush muttered, his ears burning. “Not right now, anyway. The rainforest gods might smite me if I flaunt my assets.”
Killian looked confused. “What?”
“Nothing,” Crush muttered, dropping into the driver’s seat with a sigh.Nowhis pitched tent was finally out of sight. “Just, uh. Hang on tight. Put on a seat belt. I’m bringing us back up to highway speed.”
“Okay,” Killian said softly.
Crush’s instincts rumbled again.
