I slammed my hips against hers, shoving myself against that spot deep inside her that made her scream. I grabbed her other leg, hoisted her up so she was wrapped around me. Her back against the brick wall kept her secure, along with my arms banded around her. She wouldn’t fall, and in this position I had better leverage to give her what she wanted.
We had very little movement with me locked inside. Just enough that I could press my hips forward and the tiniest bit back.
She was desperate for another orgasm, and I was desperate to give her one. I groaned, my cock throbbing from the friction of her around me.
“Love you,” I growled again, needing her to know it. Wanting her to give me the same back, even if it was irrational to want that.
Kiara gasped, rubbing her clit and clinging to me. Her eyes were shut, thick lashes fluttering against her pink cheeks.
“I love you too,” she admitted.
Maybe it was a coerced confession—she was in heat, not thinking rationally—or maybe it was true. It didn’t matter right now. Those words were enough to have me shouting with release, desperate for her to follow me into bliss.
She did, her scream louder than my shout. Too loud for public, but just loud enough to tell me how good of a job I’d done for her.
“Fucking Christ.” Mercury’s cursing cut through the last of the hazy orgasm.
Kiara whined and reached for him, and I peered over my shoulder. He shook his head, and I knew something was wrong from the panic invading his expression.
If Mercury was panicking, it was fucking bad.
He had his sports car behind him at the mouth of the alley, Ambrose in the front seat. The back windows were tinted, but you could still see through them.
And it didn’t look like there was anyone else in the car.
My blood went from hot to cold in a second. Kiara and I were locked together, but I held her close to me and let her dress drape down to cover her ass. The front was pulled up to cover her breasts again as I made for the car, hoping the lack of passengers was a trick of the light.
I pulled open the back door to an empty leather seat.
“Leighton is gone,” Mercury confirmed.
This time, Kiara’s scream was for an entirely different reason.
FIFTY-ONE
LEIGHTON
I watched my omega leave the restaurant, a light blanket of relief settling over me. She was gone from this hotbed of pheromones, and these alphas would be able to calm down. I spotted one man try to follow her through the emergency exit, but he was stopped by a security guard.
Despite my mother’s fake nails digging into my arm, I was happy.
Tobias was in my sight line too, and knowing he couldn’t kidnap my omega was a huge comfort.
I tried to pull myself free of my mother, but she didn’t let me go easily. Turning to her, I lifted an eyebrow. “Seriously? We’re in public, Mother. This is physical abuse.”
She scowled fiercely at me, but didn’t release.
That was a surprise.
Now that the omega in heat had left the building, there were eyes on us. She wouldn’t usually risk the negative attention.
“What did I fucking say about the Loranger pack?” she hissed.
“They’re allowed to go out to a restaurant,” I said.
I pulled my arm again, harder this time. My aura strengthened me—an omega like her would never be able to hold me. She left score marks down my flesh, some welling with blood, but I’d freed myself.
My relief had been short-lived, because Kiara was still in danger. If the guys hadn’t seen her leave, if they hadn’t followed her, she could be stopped by any alpha in the street.
