My phone suddenly rings, and I ignore it.
A second later, it starts again. This time, I glance over, catch Luca’s name on the screen, and grin.
Adelaide is bent over the couch in front of me, breathless, her whole body shuddering with each thrust I deliver. I drag my hand up her spine. “Answer it.”
She twists enough to glare at me over her shoulder. “Absolutely not.”
“Come on.”
“No. Are you crazy?”
“Mm-hmm.” I pause my thrusting, dick deep inside her, and drag my mouth along the curve of her lower back. “Answer it, as it might be important. And I can say it in a sexier way if that helps?”
She lets out a helpless groan, then reaches for the phone with visible reluctance and fumbles it to her ear. “H-hello?”
With a grin, I start moving out of her, then plunge deep into her on purpose.
Her back arches. “Oh my God,” she gasps, fingers clutching the phone. “Luca, if this is—” She’s moaning as I fuck her like a beast.
I eventually reach down and grab the phone from her grasp and hit the speaker. “Luca, what’s up?” I’m pounding that gorgeous pussy that’s sucking me back in.
“Are you fucking Adelaide?”
That’s exactly when she cries out.
Then: “You absolute bastard.”
“Is there an emergency?” I gasp.
“Was gonna ask if we need milk, but now, fuck you, I’m gonna fly home!”
I chuckle as he hangs up on me. So I toss the phone back onto the table and pull Adelaide against me, harder this time, my fingers digging into her hips. “Now, let me show you how I really fuck when I’m serious!”
“What, are you kidding me?”
I grin, saying, “I never kid when it comes to completely ruining you for any other man.” Then I move, hammering into her. Her head tilts back, and she’s crying out wildly, her body shuddering as she drips all down her thighs.
Oh, yes, this is how I love my Omega—completely at my mercy.
17
ADELAIDE
Luca rushes through the front door like a hurricane, while Ace pauses his hammering into me. Both of us turn around to see Luca in the hallway, who’s shutting the door with a bang.
His keys hit the side table hard. Shoes get toed off without looking. He’s breathing as if he pushed it on every road between here and where he was when he’d called us earlier, hair helmet-flat off his face, and the moment he spots us, he grins sinfully.
He points at Ace. “You asshole. Teasing me like?—”
“Twelve minutes,” Ace butts in. “I’m genuinely impressed.”
“I broke too many road rules.”
“You overachiever.” Ace bursts out laughing.
“Good to have you back,” I say, grinning because I’m genuinely, ridiculously happy to see him. This buildup to my heat is getting worse by the second, and I’ve never been this turned on before it has properly hit.
Luca crosses the room fast and crouches beside the couch, one hand sliding up to stroke the side of my face as I rest on my elbows, my ass still in the air, Ace buried deep. His scent hits me first, dark and warm and masculine, and then I grab the front of his shirt and pull him in with one hand.
