“Need you.”
She fisted her hands in my shirt and whined, bucking her hips against mine. I growled, my attention landing on one single drop of sweat rolling down her temple.
It travelled down her cheek and jaw before dripping down into her cleavage.
And that was it.
I was a goner. Her tits were straining against the fabric. My hands followed the path of that sweat, diving into her dress and scooping her breasts out and into full view for me.
My mouth watered as she moaned, arching herself into my touch.
“Dash.”
Every whimper of my name was sending me further from what I should be doing. I shouldn’t be getting her half naked in an alley, in full view of the road. I shouldn’t be undoing my pants, pulling my cock out as she moaned. I shouldn’t be sucking her nipple into my mouth and grabbing every part of her I could reach.
“Mine,” I growled, sinking my teeth into the side of her breast.
The bite wasn’t a mating mark—I wasn’t that far gone—but fuck, did I wish it was.
“Yours,” she moaned.
Her hands grabbed her skirt, hauling it up around her midsection. She was only wearing a flimsy pair of panties beneath. Thin enough I could rip them off.
So, I did. The fabric tore almost silently, and I balled it up in my hand. It took me a second to find my pocket, and then I tucked the ruined fabric away. Probably. I wasn’t paying much attention.
My cock slid along her slick pussy, her desire drenching me. Her leg hitched around my waist, giving me easy access to her. She was so vocal in her desperation I had to bring a hand up to cover her mouth.
Part of me remembered where we were.
That part wasn’t big enough to stop me from notching my cock at her entrance.
I locked eyes with Kiara before I pushed inside, wanting one final confirmation that this was what she wanted. Me.
I almost laughed at myself.
Of course she wanted me. She was in heat. In theory, any alpha would do. The idea of her being fucked by another, not in my pack, made me hold her closer. She wasmine. My omega. One I never thought I would have.
Before I could push inside, her hand caught my chin, claws digging into my jawline. I groaned, letting her hold me in place as she let out a little growl.
“I didn’t like that,” she said, her lips turning into a frown.
I jerked back, my cock no longer feeling the warmth of her.
She whined and shook her head. “No, not that. I didn’t like how you felt. There was…”
Kiara trailed off, making sure I was pressed flush against her again. My throat was tight, because I knew the exact emotion she’d felt from me. This bond didn’t allow me to hide anything. It had been the familiar sensation of not being enough.
I didn’t feel like enough for her at all.
Burying her face against the crook of my neck, she whined again. “Dash, I need you. But if you… I don’t…”
My chest rumbled, a purr coming up without me consciously asking it to. Kiara was in heat, but she wasn’t lost to it. My little omega didn’t want me to fuck her if there was anything toxic going on in my head, so I needed to get everything out.
“I want you,” I murmured. “So fucking badly. I just worry that you don’t want me.”
Her tongue darted out to lick my neck, her hips moving over my cock which was notched between her legs once again. “I claimed you four times,” she mumbled. “And I told Leighton that I wanted you—I wanted all of you during my heat. You’remineand you’ll still be mine when I’m not feeling like this.”
It was the most coherent she’d been since I ran up. Full sentences. Words filled with desperation, yes, but they were sincere. She was pushing a heavy emotion through the flimsy bond at me, too.
