“Just enough to take the edge off, okay?” I stroke her over the top of her silk panties, which are already soaked through. “That’s all.”
Yes, that’s reasonable. No knotting. Just a little something to tide her over for the journey.
I drop to my knees and press my lips to her inner thigh, kissing her delicate skin. Her slick beckons me. Up close, she smells even better than I remember—hypnotic jasmine with bergamot. A floral sweetness that makes me want to bury my head between her thighs until I forget what day it is.
I press my mouth over her damp panties and inhale deeply, letting her scent completely consume me.
“More,” she pleads. “Your tongue. Now.”
I hook the fabric aside before paying attention to her swollen clit. I suck and tease her, grabbing a handful of her ass to keep her steady while my tongue eagerly explores her. She quivers, her slick coating my face as I lap it up, eager to quench my unbearable thirst for her.
“You’re definitely going into heat.” I lick my lips.
The thought fills me with both horror and excitement. I’ve never been with an omega during heat before. Sure, I’ve knotted many omegas, but I avoid heat hook-ups. They’re too intense. No strings. No commitment. No feelings. It’s a motto I live by and why I never sleep with the same woman twice, but Victoria is making me question everything.
“No.” She grinds her pussy against my face. “No, I’m not.”
Clearly, she’s in denial. I thrust two fingers inside her, causing her pussy to clench around them. Fuck, it reminds me of how good it felt when she clamped around my cock and dripped all over my shaft. Her thighs twitch as I savor her taste, feeling my knot swell from the desperate urge to fill her in the way she craves. I take out my own sexual frustration with my fingers, fucking her hard, until her slick slathers my knuckles. It’s torturous, knowing that this is as far as I can go.
She grabs my hair, holding on for dear life as I bring her to orgasm, sucking on her clit in a way that makes her wail. Her sounds of pleasure tremble through me as I slurp up her slick, refusing to let any of it go to waste.
Once she’s rambling incoherently, I go against every one of my instincts and pull back.
I look past her glistening pussy to her face, eyes hooded in post-orgasmic bliss. “How do you feel?”
Our apartment isn’t a long drive away, but she needs to be thoroughly satisfied in order to make the drive more comfortable.
“Better.” Her eyes flutter closed. When they open again, a coldness sweeps over her features, and she jumps back, smoothing down her clothes. “We should go.”
“Yep. This way.” I rise, loosening my collar. “Don’t touch anything. Some of these plants are poisonous.”
I internally kick myself. I should have said something about how drinking an omega’s slick is an honor, yet all I could muster was a warning. She stays a few steps behind me, seemingly trying to create distance between us as we pass the lush blooms and thorny branches.
I stop when we reach the door that leads out of the dome into a small staff parking lot. “Wait here.” I poke my head outside, breathing a sigh of relief to see that the coast is clear. “Come on.”
She raises her eyebrows at Hale’s rust-bucket truck. Usually I take the bus, but I needed to transport gardening supplies today. She shimmies around to the back then taps her foot. “Open it.”
“You want to ride in the bed of the truck?” My mouth falls open. “You can’t be serious.”
She ignores me, slapping her hands on the bed cover. “What’re you waiting for? Someone might see us!”
“Do you know how bad it’ll look if a cop stops me and they find you there?”
“Okay, I’ll compromise.” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “Just let me lie in here until we’re out of campus, then stop, okay?”
“Are you sure you really want to do this? You’re in heat. You shouldn’t be trapped in a cramped space.”
She lifts her head up high, unflinching. “Shut me in the back, and drive, okay?”
Going against my better judgment, I swing open the tailgate. She clambers inside then curls up, her blonde hair splayed out next to my gardening gloves.
Her eyes narrow, sensing my hesitation. “Close it!”
I shake my head, reluctantly clicking it closed before climbing into the cab. What the hell am I doing? There’re a thousand reasons why I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t handle the thought of her being anywhere but with me.
I fumble with my keys before backing out. Doing my best to keep my eyes on the road, I grab my cell from my back pocket then put it on speaker. I have to speak to Hale.
“Okay, so I’m in a tight spot…” I blather before he can even say hi.
