I’m not sure if he’s reassuring Beck or himself.
Probably both.
Beck pulls in a shaky breath. “Just…come home. Please. As fast as you can.”
“We’re on our way,” I promise. “We should be there by tomorrow night. Go to bed, beta.”
“Okay,” Beck whispers. “Love you.” And the hum in the speakers goes quiet.
Twenty hours later,I’m worn thin and half-asleep, but the idea of finally going home settles something restless inside me.
We drove through the night and into the next day, trading off without speaking much. Miles blur past in a wash of headlights and pale morning sun. At some point during the early hours, I stripped off my suit jacket and loosened my tie, eventually yanking the damn thing off completely. None of it helped. My body hasn’t relaxed once.
Around midday, Grason takes the wheel, and I settle into the back with Tansy still dead asleep against me. I try to focus on the world passing my window, but all I can feel is the steady rise and fall of our new omega’s breathingagainst my chest. It’s soft and hypnotic, a wild contradiction to the frantic pulse hammering in my own throat.
My hand drifts over Tansy’s sweet body, settling on the generous curve of her hip. My thumb strokes the smooth fabric of her panties. I can’t stop staring at her tits, pushed up by that damn corset like a fucking offering. The plush mounds rise and fall with every breath she takes. Her face is completely relaxed in sleep, slack and trusting, her pouty lips slightly parted.
She’s the most tempting thing I’ve ever seen, a dangerous mix of innocence and raw sensuality. It coils in my gut, hot and sharp, and every instinct I have is screaming to claim her right here, to mark her as mine, to show her who she really belongs to.
But I can’t.
She’s not mine to take. Cass is our pack alpha. Claiming her for the first time is his job.
Not mine.
I stare at the floorboards, trying to count the dead leaves crushed into the carpet. But my gaze is a traitor. It keeps pulling back to Tansy’s long legs, stretched out in the dim light. The sight has my cock stretching long and hard down one pant leg, already leaking precum and leaving a small, dark spot on the gray fabric.
And her scent…
So fucking sweet and earthy, growing stronger until it’s impossible to ignore.
Desperate to control myself, I squeeze the tip of my dick through my slacks, pinching hard. The sharp pain does nothing to stop the desire pulsing through me. It’s a futile attempt to wrestle back control from the beast raging inside me, the one that doesn’t give a damn about pack hierarchy or rules.
I’m losing my grip faster than I want to admit.
“You holding up?” Grason glances at me in the rearview.
“Fine,” I grit out, the word gravel in my throat.
“We’ll be home soon,” he says quietly. “Another hour and we’ll be there.”
My head snaps up.
Another hour?
His words hit like a punch to the sternum. My chest caves around the sound of them.
An hour trapped in this car. An hour with Tansy’s soft weight pressed against me while I drag in her potent scent. An hour of trying to hold myself together with nothing but willpower that’s already fraying apart, thread by thread.
Panic spikes, white-hot, crawling up the back of my throat.
My heartbeat turns erratic, too loud, too fast. I can barely breathe.
I’m going to lose it.
I’m going to lose control in this car with her unconscious beside me.
I can feel it, like a dam cracking under pressure it can’t contain.
