We pull off the main road and onto a bumpy one.
“Almost there,” Ivan says. “Fuck, sweetheart, just hold on, and I’ll take care of you.”
“I don’t know why it’s happening,” I whine. Fang just continues to watch me, his knuckles white while he keeps his hands to himself.
He wants to touch me, and my cunt aches for the attention.
“It shouldn’t be happening this soon,” I gasp. Another cramp hits me, this time more violent than before. I shudder at the ache and moan while my clit throbs, desperate for attention.
With the last of my sanity, I wrack my brain, wondering how my Heat could be this strong so quickly.
The answer is there, but it’s just out of reach by the arousal that overtakes me.
Bourbon. Leather.
Mine,my inner Omega yells.They’re mine!
“Alphas,” I murmur, the three of them groan in unison.
“Almost there,” Ivan rasps. “We’re almost there.”
I look to Fang again. “I’m so embarrassed,” I say. “This is not how I thought this road trip would be.”
He laughs, even though his face is anguished. “Are you kidding? This is the best day of my life. I had hoped it was you, and I’m sure Logan did, too.”
Another cramp, and I’m whimpering into Logan’s chest. He runs his hand through my hair, his purr a thunderous vibration.
I had hoped it was you.
What the hell is he talking about? Hopedwhatwas me?
Come on, Maeve,think.Use logic. Context clues.
But I’m soaking wet, both from slick and the snow, and my tongue finds its way up Logan’s neck.
“Ivan,” he grunts. “Your scent match is licking me.”
“Congratulations,” my boyfriend deadpans. “Welcome to the club.”
There’s no logic behind my actions. I unbuckle my seatbelt and climb into his lap to run my tongue up Logan’s throat, stopping at his Adam’s apple to suck at it gently. He gasps, and I groan in delight when I feel his hardness against my backside.
“Fuck,” he moans. “Maeve.”
I’m drunk on his scent. He tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted, a thousand times better than that first day I scented him at the rescue.
He’s mine, mine,mine.
Just as important as Ivan, just as important as Fang.
The car slows to a stop just as the realization hits me.
“Oh,” I whisper. “Oh.”
The doors suddenly open, and I’m switched from Logan’s hold to Fang’s arms.
“I’ll carry her,” he says to someone, and then, I’m looking up into piercing blue eyes. The sky above Fang is white and foggy, and I inhale the fresh air greedily.
“What a surprise, huh?” he asks, breathless.
