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He knew exactly how good Bruiser’s cock would feel inside him, and the ache sharpened now that he was aware of his heat.

“Need,” Uriel pleaded, curling his fingers into Bruiser’s shirt. He tried to yank Bruiser closer. “Need you inside.”

Bruiser groaned. “Okay, why don’t I rent a car and drive us back?”

“I can fly.”

“As much as I know you want a big rod between your legs,” Bruiser murmured, “I’d much rather rent a car and drive you back to the cabin. Saves you from having to focus.”

Uriel almost whined. “I don’t want to spend more time out here.”

“We have to anyway. We’ll need some condoms.”

Slick soaked through Uriel’s underwear. Condoms went on cocks that were going inside. He was going to be stretched open around Bruiser’s cock. “Mmm. Is that why it broke? Because you’re bigger than average?”

“Probably,” Bruiser growled. “C’mon, I see a car rental place. Car first, then condoms.”

They got the car. Uriel wasn’t really paying attention when Bruiser parked behind a convenience store and got out by himself. Some time later, the alpha returned with a large paper bag.

“Leave Cassie in the car for a bit,” Bruiser said. “Step out here with me.”

Uriel left Cassie bundled up in the backseat. He stepped out shakily, leaning closer when Bruiser gripped his arm and led him to the back of the car. “What are we doing?”

Bruiser bent him over the car trunk, leaving his ass up in the air.

“O-out in public?!” Uriel squeaked. He shuddered and spread his legs anyway, his cock throbbing.

“Not quite,” Bruiser rumbled. He took a large sports drink out of the paper bag and cracked the lid open. “Electrolyte water. Drink some. You’re going to need it.”

Uriel leaned up and drank thirstily. He’d barely set the bottle down when Bruiser pulled a second item out of the bag. It was purple, sparkly, and teardrop-shaped, with a flared base.

“I don’t want you to feel empty on the way back,” Bruiser said quietly, unboxing the plug. “This way, you’ll know I’m inside you, as much as I can be until we’re back at the cabin.”

He gripped Uriel’s waistbands and yanked them down, just enough to expose Uriel’s ass. Uriel hissed. Cool air brushed his bare skin. Bruiser grasped Uriel’s asscheek and pried him open—out in public!—and pressed the tip of the plug against Uriel’s wet opening.

The plug went in, smooth and quick. It stretched Uriel and pressed firmly against his prostate, the sudden pleasure overwhelming his sensitive insides. Uriel came with a gasp, his eyes rolling back.

“That’s it,” Bruiser growled, tugging on the plug so its widest part slipped out. Then he pushed it back inside, all the way in, until its flared base pressed snug against Uriel’s hole. “This is my knot, keeping you open for later. I won’t have to stretch you with my fingers; you’ll be ready for my cock.”

Uriel grew so hot inside. He scrabbled against the car trunk and lifted his ass for more, not caring that someone might step out and see them. “I need you inside me right now.”

“Mmm.” Bruiser gripped Uriel’s asscheeks and held them spread, taking a moment to admire his stuffed ass. Then he tugged Uriel’s pants back up.

Uriel thought that was all he was getting. Except Bruiser rested his heavy hand on Uriel’s ass, pressing down on the plug’s base at the same time he ground his fingers against Uriel’s perineum, massaging his prostate from the outside.

Uriel shoved his hands over his mouth as he screamed and came again.

“Beautiful,” Bruiser whispered. “You’re making such a mess in your underwear, aren’t you? Such a good omega. Shaking and coming at my every whim. No one knows you’re stretched out for me right now, my knot against your sweet spot.”

That was enough to send another shudder through Uriel. The plug felt heavy inside him, thick and promising.

Bruiser helped him stand, walking him to the front passenger seat. The plug rubbed inside him with every step; it almost sent him to his knees.

“I bought some gifts for Cassie, to keep her distracted,” Bruiser said hopefully. “You might want to fireproof them first.” He set the bag on Uriel’s lap and shut the door. Then he slid behind the wheel, starting up the car.

When Uriel peeked, he found a thick length tucked down Bruiser’s pant leg, a dark spot forming at its tip.

He managed to ignore the boxes of condoms in the bag. Instead, he pulled out the stuffed toys—a plaid giraffe, a yellow elephant, and a squeaky duck—and carefully traced his fireproofing spells onto them, double-checking the runes. Then he dropped them into the bag and tipped his head back with a sigh.