He chuckles at my eagerness. “Far as I’m concerned, it’s the only way we travel.”
I shiver at the idea of getting this every day. It seems too good to be true, but I’m learning that Kane always says what he means. “And is that my reward for saying sweet things?”
He smirks, a dark light dancing in his eyes. “You know me better than that.”
I do, because my alpha has proven again and again that his heart is as big as it is fierce. And while I control my body and my slick, I love nothing more than to surrender to his touch, especially when he turns me against his bike and nudges my feet apart.
I’m wearing leather pants and a thin shirt that barely hides my lacy bra. Kane said it’s not usual riding attire, but my back is still too raw for a proper jacket. He now eases my shirt up, a satisfied hum in his throat as he feathers his thumbs over my lower back.
“How does it look?”
“Perfect,” he replies, bending to drop a kiss at the edge of the protective strip. “It’s got all our names right where they should be.”
I breathe another sigh of relief. Logically, I know Kane wouldn’t have left the tattoo place unless he was happy with the artist’s work, but the smug rumble in his voice settles my nerves. Ever since I found out that I’m wearing the Carrillos’ property stamp, I’ve felt like they still owned some small part of me. Maybe I could eventually put it out of my mind, but I knew that the guys would never forget, and I didn’t want that reminder to linger between us. Dex, in particular, still feels a lot of guilt over the slick factory, although I’ve told him repeatedly that I’d do it all again if it meant I got to keep him at the end. “And the flowers?”
The tattoo artist, Lori, is a pretty beta from the Jackals MC. She told me that while she couldn’t erase the property stamp altogether, she could turn it into something new. I chose a cluster of rambling roses, complete with twisting vines and sharp thorns. They have no connection to the slick factory, and as well as being beautiful, their resilience means they can grow where they want.
“My wild rose,” Kane rumbles now, his warm body pressed close to mine. “A long, dusty ride and you still smell as sweet as you look.”
I give him a playful smile and press my ass back into his hands. “Are you going to taste me, too?”
“You think I just brought you up here for the view?” I can hear the smile in his voice as he unsnaps my leather pants and eases them down my thighs. I’m wearing a lacy white thong, and his rough hands feel like heaven as they stroke my tender skin. When I squirm, his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, and he leans forward and bites my nape. “You know how sweet you look right now?”
“I need you, Kane!” I shudder at his throaty chuckle, arching my back and pushing back against his greedy hands. He kneads me a little longer, then dips a finger into my folds, his leather jacket creaking as he bends for a closer look. “Such pretty petals, little rose. It’s almost a shame to ruin them with my fat knot.”
“Not a shame,” I gasp as his thick finger swirls inside me. “Exactly what I want, Alpha!”
“That’s good, because you’re a waking fucking dream, Omega. Spread across my bike with all this pretty slick running down your thighs. It looks like liquid silver in the moonlight.” He slowly pumps his finger inside me as his tongue chases my slick. His beard is rough on my exposed skin, and I moan, trying to push my aching pussy into his mouth. “Definitely better than chocolate cake,” he murmurs, adding another finger and stroking my walls. “I want you to come before I knot you, little rose. I want you all wet and quivering when I finally stuff you full.”
I moan again, twice as loud, and bite down on the leather seat. My head is spinning, and I wonder if you can pass out from too much pleasure.
“You keep moaning like that, and those people in their houses down there are gonna come outside for a look.” Kane doesn’t give me time to catch my breath, the thick head of his cock pushing between my trembling folds. It’s the most perfect kind of ache, because even with all my slick, he stretches me to my limit.
“You like that?” He grips my hips tighter and grunts as he slides all the way in. I’m so full I’m clawing at the seat, but I still want more. I ache to feel him in every part of me, and he groans as I thrust back against him. “What do you think the neighbors are gonna say when they see a sweet omega like you taking a dirty big cock like mine?”
I gasp as he finds my nub and pinches it between his fingers. It sends a bolt of pure ecstasy down my spine, and I arch my back, quivering from head to toe. “They’re going to think I’m the luckiest omega alive!”
He chuckles as he rubs my nub harder, his hips slapping against my ass. Every thrust shoves me into the leather seat and I try to widen my feet, desperate for more. I know I must look like a wanton mess, but Kane just groans and grinds his cock deeper. “Pretty sure I’m the lucky fucker in this scenario.”
“I love you, Alpha!” The words pour out of me, as potent as my slick. I can’t see Kane’s face, but I can feel him through our bond. Raw, unfiltered adoration pours out of him as his knot lodges deep inside me.
“You’re everything to me, Omega,” he purrs, his arms gentle as he lifts me against his chest. “Never thought I’d love someone the way I love you.”
“Never stop, Kane!” I beg him. “I want everything you can give me. Every day for the rest of our lives.”
His chuckle lights up my chest, our bond as bright as any star. “This is the raw ride, little rose. A full moon, an open road, and my knot so deep you’ll feel it all the way home.”
“How does it feel to have every eye in this ballroom on you?”
I blink past my memories of last night’s ride with Kane and wrinkle my nose at Dex. He’s currently spinning me across the dance floor at the Governor’s Gala, his blue-gray suit accentuating the green in his eyes. I color-coordinated my dress to match, and every time I catch a glimpse of my twirling skirts, I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t just a dream. I’ve given myself a bruised wrist in the process, but I’mstilldancingin the arms of the mate I love with all my heart. “The only eyes I care about are yours”, I tell him. “Well, andtheirs.”
I gesture towards the rest of our pack, who are sitting at a nearby table and watching us like hungry lions eyeing the last steak on the savannah.
Jake, of course, has to take a lap around the ballroom every now and then, since he’s the official host of the gala. I didn’t even know there was a ballroom in his mansion until his chief of staff asked me if I approved of the table centerpieces. Since Jake decided that the flower arrangements were my remit, the planned lilies were swiftly replaced with rambling roses, and not just on the tables, but all the way up the trellised walls. I’m not sure what the city’s elite think of the display, but every time I breathe in their perfume, I think of the tattoo I plan to unveil to the rest of my pack.
But until then, I’m going to enjoy these moments in Dex’s arms. “Are you excited about starting back at the hospital?”
He twirls me in a circle and gives a shy grin. “Actually, there’s been a change of plans. I’ve accepted a job with the rehabilitation team working with the rescued omegas.”
