The others ride ahead, but I fall back, letting Corbin pass. They don’t notice. I wouldn’t either if I were them.
Winnie’s hand is buried under Corbin’s clothes, working him exactly how she wants. My Blossom shifts on the back seat, her round ass sliding over leather as she searches for friction to ease the wet ache between her thighs.
My cock throbs against the tightness of my pants, straining, desperate. Heat coils low in my belly. I squeeze myself through the fabric, trying to breathe, trying not to growl into the headset.
Corbin comes. I see the shudder roll through his shoulders.
But Blossom doesn’t.
Her slick need crashes through the bond so hard my vision blurs. If I were standing, I might’ve dropped to my knees from it. Corbin doesn’t know how close she is. He can’t see her grinding against the seat, can’t scent the way her body begs.
She looks back and catches me watching.
Embarrassment flickers through her, soft and pink, but her need swallows it fast. The ache still lives between her legs. The bond hums with it.
It’s a long fucking ride back.
Rafe, Eli, and Gage peel off toward the hotel. I keep following Corbin.
“What’re you doing?” Gage asks through the headset before static cuts him off.
“I just wanna ask her something. I’ll meet you later.”
Corbin is parked by the time I reach the cabin. Winnie swings off the bike and hands him her helmet. He takes it. She kisses the front of his visor, sweet and soft.
She’s so sweet it hurts to look at her. And I want every fucking bit of it.
They both look at me.
“I just wanna talk to her for a minute,” I tell Corbin.
He waits for her cue. She nods. He rides away.
She tilts her head at me while I stay on my bike, helmet still on. I don’t know what I meant to say. I only followed because her need screamed through the bond and my body answered. But wanting her doesn’t mean I get to assume she wants me.
She walks closer, hips swaying, breasts rising with each breath.
“You okay?” she asks.
I’m not okay. Not with her scent thick in the air and the bond humming like a live wire.
I take off my helmet. The night air hits my face. Everything is quiet except the wind, the cicadas, and my heart pounding at the sight of her.
“I wanted a moment alone to say I’m sorry again.”
She frowns, surprised. So am I. That wasn’t why I followed, but it feels right now.
“You’ve apologized. I haven’t,” she says.
Her gaze drops to my throat, to the bite she left. Her voice softens.
“I’m sorry. My omega took control and I don’t know what happened. I’ve never blacked out like that.”
I shake my head. “I slipped into rut. Seeing you with that alpha’s hands on you. I knew right away you were mine. You smelled distressed. I barely remember anything after he called you a—”
“A B-word,” she says lightly. “You can say it. I just don’t like using those words myself.”
“Why not?”
