Panic flares in my chest, a cold, sharp terror that’s immediately smothered by a wave of utter exhaustion.
I’m too tired to fight, too weak to do anything but stay here, limp in Cass’s arms, impaled on his knot.
But my body is flaring up once again, the heat coiling in my belly like a serpent.
A fresh wave of slick coats my thighs, and I know that’s not right.
Receiving a knot should settle an omega in heat. It should stop her body's needs so she can rest, but whatever drugs that fucking doctor gave me are making my body spiral with a never-ending need for more alpha, more cock, more of this agonizing pleasure. The heat isn't breaking. It's getting stronger.
"I feel it, Tansy," Cass whispers in my ear, his voice a low, soothing rumble against the panic seizing my heart. “I’ll make you feel better.”
He tries to fuck me, his hips attempting a shallow, grinding motion, but his knot is lodged too deep inside me. The push and pull is a frustrating, teasing pressure, not allowing him to properly fuck me.
Sensing my growing pain, Cass quickly flicks his thumb over my clit, and just like that, I'm coming again. My pussy spasms and squeezes his knot so fucking hard.
Through our brand new bond, I feel a sharp flare of Cass's pain, a stab of agony coming from hiscock. But the alpha doesn't make any show of it. He just keeps thrusting into me, one hand between my legs and the other on my breasts, trying to soothe my painful, growing need.
My mind drifts within the pleasure he’s giving me, and soon time blurs into a hazy, feverish dream.
I'm vaguely aware of Cass continuing to make me come, his clever fingers and relentless hips wringing orgasm after orgasm from my exhausted body until I'm nothing but a quivering, nerveless mess.
At some point, I feel the intense pressure of his knot finally go down, but it brings no relief. He just flips me over, spreads my legs, and starts again. I lose count of the number of times Cass ruts me, the world narrowing to the feel of his body on mine, in mine.
Soon, all I can feel or think about is Cass's strong arms, his glorious cock, and his addicting scent. He feels so safe. So loving.
And I fucking hate it.
In The Garage
Warren
I’melbow-deep in the engine bay when the wrench slips, clanging against the concrete. I swear under my breath, then flex my fingers, but the tremor doesn’t stop. It hasn’t all day.
My shoulders stay tight, jaw locked, nerves buzzing like I’ve swallowed live wire.
But it doesn’t matter what I do or where I am, all I can smell isthem.
Cass and Tansy.
The scent of their fucking threads through the house like a swarm of bees I can’t escape.
The aroma is warm, sweet, and alpha-heavy, and it’s been buzzing in my veins since Tansy fell into her heat yesterday morning. And the longer it lingers, the more it crawls under my skin, winding tight around my nerves until thought gives way to pure, feral instinct.
I feel like I’m one breathy moan away from breaking down that damn bedroom and ripping her right out of Cass’s arms.
Even right now, I can practically see Cass's perfect cock driving into Tansy. Her plush tits bouncing with every thrust. His hands gripping her curvy hips to hold her in place. And her eyes…
Fuck, they’re so expressive.
I bet they look wild when she comes.
“Stop it,” I tell myself. “You’ll drive yourself crazy.”
I bend down to grab my wrench, and right as my fingers close around the cold steel, a vicious growl vibrates through the walls. It's a sound of pure lust, but it's tangled with the sound of Tansy crying out—not in pain, but in a long, hard shudder of release.
Heat crashes through my body before I can rein it in. My hard cock is stuffed painfully in the front of my jeans, a thick, insistent ridge against the denim.
Determined to ignore the pressure growing inside me, I try to breathe through it, telling myself to focus on the engine block in front of me.
