It was only when they had driven for a while, leaving Cartfalls far behind, that Killian exhaled shakily. “Thanks, Crush. For everything.”
“Anytime,” Crush murmured. His chest and thighs—and cock—still tingled with Killian’s warmth.
He kept checking his mirrors for suspicious movements, stretching out his hearing as far as he could. After several long minutes, after they had left the highway for a small mountain road, Killian climbed back into the passenger seat.
His ass bumped into Crush’s ear.
“Killian,” Crush said.
“Oops! Did I bump into your seat?” Killian settled down and buckled himself in.
“That was my ear.”
Killian squawked, looking horrified. “At least I wasn’t farting?”
“Is that really much better?” Crush grinned.
The omega groaned and pulled up the hood of his hoodie, hiding his face. “Oh, gods. Why do I—Why does my mouth—Oh, rabbit gods, why did you curse me?”
Crush bit down his smile. “That aside, how are you doing?”
“Boiling in eternal humiliation. I swear I’m... No, I can’t swear that. You already know I have Foot-In-Mouth disease. It’s chronic and incurable.”
Crush snorted. “I meant, how are you feeling about the shooting and car chase?”
“Oh. Better.” Killian shrugged, Crush’s gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. A faint blush spread across his cheeks. “You, uh, really distracted me back there.”
Oh?Crush’s instincts rumbled. “You’re wearing my gun that close to your body?”
“It’s unloaded.”
Crush hummed with approval. “What else is in that secret agent gadget bag?”
“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.”
“Ah, you can’t use that line on me. I could pin you down and steal it from your hands.”
Killian froze. When Crush chanced a look over, he found the omega’s pupils dilated.
Crush drew a slow, deep breath, his instincts purring. In a lower tone, he asked, “Would you like that?”
“L-like what?” Killian squeaked. He looked away but his grassy scent deepened, musky and rich.
“Would you like me to pin you—”
Killian’s breath rushed out. His cheeks flushed pink, and his scent bloomed into something even more perfect than before.
“—and steal it from your hands?” Crush’s canines lengthened. He forced himself to focus on their surroundings, on the winding mountain road disappearing into the evergreen forest.
“S-steal wh-what from my hands?” Killian’s voice cracked. There came the wet, musky scent of his slick, of his precum, soaking into his clothes so Crush smelled wet fabric, too.
In fact, Killian smelled very,verywet.
Crush shifted in his seat, aching to sink his teeth into Killian, to fill his lungs with Killian’s scent. “The bag,” Crush said, giving in to the devil on his shoulder. “I would pin you to the ground so you can’t move, pin you under me—” Killian whimpered “—and peek inside.”
“P-peek into the b-bag?”
“I’d peek anywhere you let me,” Crush growled. His sweatpants were starting to tent again, his balls growing heavy with cum.
