Ezra stays rooted inside me, as deep as he can go. Holding himself there, he fills me with every drop of his cum. For what feels like a few minutes, we don’t move, our sweat-slicked skin pressed together while I shudder through toe-curling aftershocks. If this is how incredible sex with him feels now, how much better would it be with a knot?
Ezra clears his throat and gently withdraws before lowering me to the ground on my shaky legs.
The whistle of a cool breeze chills my wet thighs. Darkness has fully settled in along with the realization of how dangerous this situation is. I quickly yank down my dress, combing my fingers through my hair. What the hell did I just do?
“I should probably have said that I’m on birth control.” I go through my mental checklist of things that I should have covered before having sex with him. “And I’m completely up to date with all my checkups.”
“So am I.” Ezra zips up his pants, staring at me with mild bemusement. “But do you really want to talk about STIs right after having amazing sex?”
“I need to order a cab.” I whip out my phone then scroll to find Omega Cars—an omega-only cab company operated by and for omegas that offer extra comfy seating and supply snacks for the ride. There’s no way I can get into a taxi with an alpha driver smelling like this, even with Ezra’s scent all over me. With a few taps, my cab is ordered. “It’ll be here in a few minutes.”
“That’s it, then?” Ezra gapes down at me. “I thought you’d like to?—”
I slant my neck, arching a brow. “We’re not really in a location for aftercare. Don’t worry about it.” I follow my cab’s location, blinking on my phone screen. “Thanks for tonight. It was…” What will telling him it was the best sex of my life achieve? “Fun.”
Fun that I’ll be remembering for a long time, but I can’t let my physical desires cloud my judgment any longer.
“Yeah, it was.” He opens his mouth as if he wants to say more then seems to change his mind. “A lot of fun.”
Up ahead, lights illuminate us as tires crunch to a halt and a horn beeps, saving us from any awkward post-sex small talk.
“I guess that’s my ride.” I nod in the car’s general direction, unsure how to part ways. “Have a good night.”
I extend my hand.
“A handshake?” He looks at my fingers like they’ve suddenly been replaced by flippers. “After what we just did?”
Okay, maybe that was a stupid idea.
“Good luck with your new job.” I drop my arm limply to my side. “I hope your pack feels at home in Forestville soon.”
“I guess I’ll see you around?”
“I doubt it,” I reply wryly. “Take care of yourself, Ezra.”
His stare burns into my back as I head down the alleyway and into the backseat of the waiting cab. His cum dripping down my thighs is all that remains of our fleeting encounter.
Ezra and I both know what tonight was. No-strings fun. It’s exactly what I wanted, yet as the cab pulls away, I can’t help sniffing my hair. The strands are still layered with his addictive, earthy scent. My skin tingles, and I feel a strange tug of sadness at the thought of never seeing that sexy alpha again.
FOUR
Ezra
“Well?” Calder storms out of the kitchen, his disapproving voice ringing like a bell as soon as I return home. “Where the fuck have you been?”
I was hoping they’d all be in their rooms unpacking, and I could sneak in unannounced, but I’ve been away for so long that they’ve already emptied all the boxes that were piled in the hall.
Judging by the scent of fresh oregano and garlic wafting through the apartment, they’ve already sampled the cuisine from the Italian across the street. The owner of the restaurant introduced himself to us earlier today. Nice guy. He helped us carry some boxes out of our moving van and insisted on giving us a free meal as a move in gift. Considering the empty boxes, the pizzas must have tasted as good as they smelled.
Hale’s head snaps up from his laptop when I walk into our open-plan living space. The place came fully furnished, and the sofas are surprisingly comfortable.
“What is that smell?” Hale’s fingers freeze mid-type, his nostrils flaring. “Ezra?” His eyes narrow. “What did you do?”
Victoria’s scent is still all over me, and the panties I took as a souvenir are a giveaway of what happened.
I tuck my hands into my pants pockets, brushing against the slick-soaked panties. “Well, I?—”
“You’re on dishes for a week!” Calder throws a kitchen towel at me like he’s launching a cannon ball. He takes in my disheveled appearance, noting my empty arms. “Where are the groceries?”
