“Trust me,” she mutters, voice tight with strain and embarrassment and a laugh she’s trying to hold back. “Rushing is not currently an option available to me.” She cries out as I feel myself swelling, and I know she’s still coming down from her orgasm.
A low laugh slips out of me into her hair, and she laughs too. The tremor of her body shudders through me while we stay tangled together in the hush of the truck.
Her weight eases fully against my chest, and I tighten both arms around her, keeping her secure.
“This is mortifying,” she says into my shirt.
“It’s the best day of my life.”
Her muffled groan brushes warmth through the fabric. “We’re in a parking area.”
“We’re alone, and Ace is out there, making sure we’re safe.”
“God, that’s even more mortifying.”
“Why? You think he won’t approve of us, seeing as he’s got the world’s biggest crush on you?”
She shrugs. “I’ve never been with more than one Alpha, and I assume you three share, but it still feels strange to me, you know?”
“Trust me, Ace is jealous as fuck, but he’s not pissed at us. He just wishes it were him in here with you. Maybe we can share you sometime?” I say, smiling against her hair.
She gasps and glances at me. “I mean, it is every girl’s fantasy to be with more than one man at once.”
“It is?”
She laughs and squeezes her pussy around my cock, leaving me groaning. “No idea, but it’s mine.”
“Then consider your dream fulfilled.”
She releases a tiny laugh before collapsing against me again. I stroke my hand up her spine, and she tucks her face further into my neck.
I press my lips to her hair and breathe in her scent, letting it fill me. The knot will settle in about half an hour, and I’ve got her in my arms and nowhere else to be.
She murmurs something against my chest.
“What?” I ask quietly.
“Why does it feel so cozy against you?” she says, drowsy. “Is it some kind of trap?”
A smile pulls at my mouth. “It’s where you’re meant to be.” I tighten my arms around her just a little. “Close your eyes if you need to.”
Her breathing evens out not long after that. I stare up at the concrete ceiling of the parking structure and feel the full weight of her settled against me, trusting, tucked in close where she belongs.
Yeah, she’s going to undo me in ways I won’t recover from, and God help me, I already know I’ll thank her for every second of it.
15
NORTH
Luca’s bike is faster than my truck, so I take the coastal road sharply.
The Pacific runs beside me in a sheet of impossible blue. It still catches me sometimes, that color, even after living here all my life. The wind claws at my jacket, and I lean into the corners, letting the engine grunt.
A group of tourists spills into the crossing ahead, half dressed for the beach, carrying towels. Blonde hair flashes in the middle of them, and my brain goes straight to Adelaide before I can stop it.
Which is new, also irritating. For years, my life has made sense. The house, surf, luau work. Me, Luca, and Ace in our pack. I figured maybe an Omega would happen eventually. Maybe not. I’d stopped expecting the story people like to sell about scent matches and lightning strikes and all that fated bullshit.
Then she paddled toward us, and my system went,Oh, this is a problem.
