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I rock against him, hips grinding, dress bunched between us,heat pulsing through me like a fire alarm set toorgasm imminent.
Ash is studiously staring at the window like it’s a nature documentary.
Kai is not.
“Christ,” he breathes across the seat. “She’s fuckingridingyou.”
I’m chasing it, now; panting, feral, rolling my hips with more and more abandon. He’s so hard beneath me, thick and twitching under the soaked mess I’m grinding against.
And he’s still not moving.
Still fighting every Alpha instinct, still trying so hard to be good.
“This is -wow.Ten out of ten, no notes,” Kai goes on.
“Shut up,” Theo bites out, grinding his teeth.
“Holyshit- she’s making puddles,” Kai adds, ignoring him entirely. “I can see it soaking through your pants.Look at her - little Bambi’s gone fuckingwild.”
I’m grinding against Theo like a metronome set to desperation, and the pleasure is spiraling out of control.Ash and Lucian don’t speak, but their restraint istangible.
Besides, Kai more than makes up for their silence.
“This is the hottest kidnapping I’ve ever been part of.”
Lucian is white-knuckling the steering wheel now. “If you come before we reach the house, I swear togod, I’m pulling over and sedating the entire vehicle.”
“Try me, pretty boy,” Kai challenges. “Maybe that’s my kink.”
“Shut. Up.” Ash and Theo say in unison.
“Hey - I'm just saying, I’d like to see Vale try and wrangle three alphas and an omega in heat without wrinkling his designer coat.”
“Tryme,” Theo growls, his voice ragged, lips brushing my temple. “I swear I’ll rip you in half if you so much as breathe on her.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” the youngest alpha says cheerfully.“Besides, I've not even done anything.Yet.I’m just enjoying the view.”
I barely hear them.
My body’s screaming, clenching around nothing, grinding harder, more frantic now. Each roll of my hips makes the ache sharpen, makes the fire lick higher.
I’m so close, now - sopainfullyclose.
Theo’s hand slides up my spine, anchoring me as I chase my own destruction.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Let go, Rhea. I’ve got you.”
Every thrust of my hips makes another slick sound - embarrassing, filthy,real- but I don’t care. My body is pulling tight, unraveling, the pleasure curling and coiling like a wire pulled too far.
“Don’t stop,” Theo mutters, his mouth against my neck now. “Fuck -don’t stop, Rhea. Take what you need.”
I ride him; grinding, rocking, gasping, my hands fist in his shirt, nails digging into his shoulders. My dress is hiked up around my hips, my underwear now well and truly shoved aside, and every press of my soaked cunt over the thick line of his clothed cock sends another jolt through me.
“Ohgod-” I sob. “I’m - ohfuck-”
Theo growls into my neck just as his scent perfumes the air: pine, honey, and rawneed. His handsfinallymove to grab my ass, rocking me down harder, forcing me into each thrust of my hips -
Helping me ride him.
