My omega is not gonna be sorry for needing me. Not today, not ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
NOA
How the hell I ran three blocks in kitten heels, I have no idea. All I know is I need my alphas. Blinded by fire lighting my skin, I ran blindly.
I crash into my alpha’s arms, scenting an alpha in front and behind me. I can hear them talking, but I can’t hear the words being said. I snuggle into Thorne’s arms, his skin cool against me. Giving me relief, I search for more of his skin under his clothes, and I feel his hands circle me. My cheeks flame as I dig my head into him, hiding my face as much as possible. I really couldn’t tell you what I was even thinking.
“Thorne—” My voice is weak, and I can’t stop myself from curling my legs around his waist as his arms secure me by my hips to him. My skin lights up,the warmth I was feeling earlier compounding tenfold as I snuggle in closer.
His ear is under my cheek, and I have half the sense to lick it. Feel his skin under mine.
Oh shoot.
Oh shoot. Oh shoot. Oh shoot. A whine leaves my lips as one of his hands leaves my hips and presses my head down into him. His cherry scent calms me down a smidge as I grip onto my alpha tighter.
“It’ll be okay, Peach Puff,” he says. I melt into him as realization dawns on me.
A heat flare-up.
Like pre-cramps to a period, my heat has snuck up on me, and Thorne is in the crossfire again.
Once on our first date and now again.
He gets to his car. I can hear him ripping the door open. “You can lie out back here.” His voice is calm, but I see the panic in his eyes. It’s a panic I feel the need to settle.
Grabbing the front of his shirt, I yank him over me. Hooking a leg on his hip, I lift myself up, grinding my pussy against his length as my lips attack his face.
I chickened out and didn’t go for his lips, even though every cell in my body screamed for me to.
“Thorne,” his name came out on a whimper. “Please.”
I hear the other car door open, and white chocolatefills the car, soothing my nerves a bit as Havoc’s body slides into the car.
I did not have a damn clue what I was begging for. My skin was on fire, and that’s all my brain could truly focus on. Thorne instantly dives for me, as if my whimper was a lasso that latched onto him and yanked him to me.
I really hope it’s okay to touch him. I have half a nerve to ask, but I’m scared he’ll tell me no. We are supposed to resist. We aren’t supposed to trigger a full-blown heat, but I can’t find it in myself to care about that.
Maybe I can nest in the car, and it’ll all be fine.
My eyes meet his as his hands land around my hips. He leans down and kisses my cheek, catching the tiniest sliver of my lips, making me moan. “Is that what you want, peach puff? A proper kiss?”
I wanted so much more than that. But that was a good start. I nod my head, slamming my lips to his. They are so fucking soft against mine, I bite down on his bottom lip hard.
I grind as he pulls me further into the car and shuts the door behind him. “We’ll have to be fast, peach.”
“Please, Alpha,” I beg.
“I got you, peach,” he murmurs against my lips. He leans into me as his tongue finds mine. I need more. I need to taste him so badly.
I flip us over in his backseat, and he lets me. His tinted windows are illegal, I’m sure, but I’m all so grateful as I whip off my sweater and drag my hands under his shirt. His cold skin cools mine as I kiss down his neck and chest.
Havoc sits frozen, staring, my eyes catching his. I hold his gaze hostage as need makes my mouth water.
“Can I taste you?” I say slowly, moving my body up Thorne’s. My eyes peer at Havoc, and I feel Thorne’s purr against my core. I moan as Thorne is tackling my skirt and shimming it up my waist and ripping at my tights.
The sound is electrifying. Slick squirts from me as a cool breeze runs over my now exposed skin.
