Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Back in New York City, the drive back to the hotel does nothing to soothe the worry inside me. Since the flight, something’s been off, a simmering unease that’s quickly turning into a full-blown inferno. My unbearable heat, which I thought I’d staved off with the pill, is back with a vengeance, clawing its way under my skin, setting my nerves alight.
That knowing, thrumming arousal is pouring through me like lava, and I’m squeezing my thighs, quivering from the pleasure coaxing me into a moan. I have the window open, the cold air rushing over my face, but nothing’s helping to cool me down.
“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Seth asks, his nostrils flaring as if trying to scent the air.
I shift in my seat, trying to find a position that might alleviate the burning that’s consuming me from the inside out.
“I-I…” Another moan rolls past my lips. Even the brush of my shirt against my stiff nipples turns me on. My panties are soaked, and I’m on the verge of bursting with the world’s biggest orgasm. And no one’s even touched me yet.
“Your heat is flaring,” he states the obvious.
I just groan, gripping my seat and trying to take deep inhales to calm down.
“It’s so intense,” I manage to murmur between gasps.
His hand is on my thigh, and a purr escapes my lips at the touch, the deep-seated craving that’s going to destroy me if I don’t get his dick inside me.
Fuck.
Cock.
That’s all I can think about. That thick erection pushing into my juicy pussy, spreading me, making it hurt… taking away the agonizing horniness throttling me.
“Take your pants off,” I demand with urgency as I reach over for his zipper. I’ve never felt painfully desperate before, like if he doesn’t fuck me, I’m going to pass out and die.
My raging hormones are out of control.
“Danica,” he gasps as if he doesn’t know how to respond. “I’m on the expressway right now,” Seth replies, his voice tight.
“Now. Please. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me fast, to make me pass out. God, I need you to pound into my pussy, into my ass, like a maniac,” I demand, my gaze locking onto him with an intensity that belies my crumbling resolve. At this moment, he’s not just Seth—he’s the answer to a carnal hunger that’s becoming impossible to ignore. My fingers grip my seat as I hear the words pouring out of my mouth, begging to be fucked…
“Danica, fuck, you’re going to kill me. Hold on, sweetheart, okay?” His hand finds my knee in an attempt to offer comfort, but it only serves to fan the flames higher, sending a jolt of desire through my already overwhelmed body.
“It hurts, and God, why’s it so intense? I can’t stop thinking of your cock filling me.” I’m tugging at my clothes, needing to be naked, but his hand is on mine, stopping me. “I’m so wet, I think I’m going to drench your seat...” The words spill out of me in a desperate whisper, a confession of the agony that’s threatening to consume me. Yet, the embarrassment of admitting such a thing flushes my cheeks, adding to the inferno that’s already claiming me.
Without warning, Seth jerks the car toward an off-ramp, gaining a chorus of honks from the cars we narrowly avoid. Normally, I’d be clinging to the door, but right now, my hand’s pulled his pants open and is dipping in to grab that huge dick I’m craving.
“I’ll take care of you. Just hold on,” he grunts, opening his window for more fresh air to flow into the car.
He hisses as I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He’s driving with a newfound urgency, his focus laser-sharp as we weave through the traffic. Each swerve and acceleration sent me spiraling further into a haze of need and desperation, my cries mingling with the roar of the engine.
The world outside becomes a blur, the lights of the city streaking past us in a dizzying display of color. All I can focus on is the man beside me, the way the silky smooth and hard rod in my hand is thickening, hardening with need.
I have no idea where we are, but I’m not focusing on anything but Seth. When I lift my gaze from the huge dick in my hand, I notice we’re no longer on the expressway or near a city but are near a dense forest. There are hardly any cars on the narrow road, no lights, just lofty trees.
I’m panting, pawing at him, trying to get up so I can straddle him.
“There’s not enough space here,” he tells me. And I see it—the guy’s huge, and we’re in a sports car.
Pulling over, he’s out of the car, frantically rushing around the front and coming to my door. He rips it open with a growl and unbuckles my seatbelt before dragging me into his arms.
My lips are on his in seconds, my legs wrapping around him. He’s almost throwing me against the shut door of the car, my back against it, as he frantically lifts my dress up to my waist. In one flick, he rips my panties off… I cry out, not from the slight pinch of the fabric biting into my skin before it snaps, but the cool breeze rushing between my thighs is heaven.
I move against him, trying to find his cock for my relief.
“Please, Seth, I can’t wait any longer,” I cry out. Every logical part of me is screaming that being out here is dangerous. What if someone is still following us? Except the ache, the carnal need, is ready to kill me if I don’t put a stop to it.
“I’m going to take good care of you, sweetheart.”
We’re kissing again, our tongues tangling, as his cock finds my entrance. I moan and am close to tears at how desperately I need him. His hands are sliding across my ass, holding me tightly as he pushes deeper inside me. I’m drenched, and despite being so wet, there’s still resistance in getting him to fit. My Alpha’s a big boy.
“At this rate, I’m going to have a meltdown,” he jokes, his hands firmly on my hips as he slams deeply into me.
“That’s it… fuck me,” I scream, my chest sticking out toward him and my fingers gripping onto his round shoulders. “Please, just fuck me. Go ballistic.”
A growl tears from his throat. Then he does exactly that, thrusting in and out of me like a savage animal. I bounce on him, yearning for each plunge. Clinging to each other, he peppers my face with kisses.
“Tell me if I’m too hard,” he says.
“Fuck, go harder,” I cry out, my vision seeming to blur in and out. I’m so tense, so turned on, I’m starting to feel lightheaded.
“I’ve never fucked anyone like this before.” He doesn’t pause, fucking me like a beast, his eyes on me, his pupils filling with hungry lust. “You smell so exquisite. Your pussy is incredibly tight, yet so wet. You have no idea how hard I’m fighting the urge to go down on you and have your sweet pussy all over my face.”
“Don’t you dare move or pull out,” I manage to say in small gasps.
Smiling at me, he licks my mouth, then sucks on my lower lip, then my tongue, as his thrusts work overtime.
“Your scent is making me so dizzy. I can’t get enough.”
I can barely catch my breath. He slams into me while I’m wound around him. Holding on, my heels dig into his ass, so I don’t fall off him. His mouth is on my neck, the sensation unbelievable when my orgasm crashes through me with tremendous strength.
I scream, shuddering in his arms, just as his teeth sink into the curve of my neck, sucking like he’s giving me the world’s largest love bite.
Suddenly, he growls and shoves his cock into me powerfully, then grunts. I feel the warmth of his cum filling me just as his cock thickens. I can’t explain the sensation beyond the comfort of feeling him pressing against my walls, as though reassuring me that every inch of me belongs to him.
Our connection, the unending lust, our primal attraction, is overwhelming yet so beautiful. It’s a feeling of belonging somewhere… to him.
We’re holding on to each other, me purring, him grunting as his cock knots inside me, still pumping his cum into me. I know we’re going to be out here for a bit until his engorged dick goes down, but I don’t want to be anywhere but in his arms.
“I can’t control myself around you,” he murmurs breathlessly. “You ask me to fuck you, and I’ll make you mine in a heartbeat.”
“That came on fast and intense.” I laugh as I’m still seeing stars from the world spinning around me. “I do feel more normal now, though.”
He chuckles, then kisses my lips. “Only because you have my huge beast wedged all the way up your pussy.”
“Maybe,” I tease, starting to really sense the sting on my neck where I know his teeth left a mark. “Why did you bite me?”
Seth stares into my eyes, his gaze steady and sincere. “Sometimes, when the heat comes over an Omega so intensely, their minds can slip into a haze they can’t easily escape from. A bite... it’s a way to anchor you, to make sure you don’t lose yourself to that confusion. It brings you back, reminds you that the heat is just a physical reaction, not the sum of who you are.”
I blink at him, the memory of that overwhelming fog in my mind vivid and unsettling. The wildness, the sense that I was no longer in control, had been terrifying.
“I-I didn’t really know that,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “We were told we’d lose control, but I never knew a bite could pull us back from staying lost in that haze.”
We stay locked together in silence for a while, the weight of his words sinking in.
“Thank you,” I finally say. “Next time, I’ll bite you so you don’t go too crazy.”
He laughs, the sound warm in the cold night air. “That’s not quite how it works, but you’re welcome to bite me anytime.”
After some time wrapped in each other’s arms, the chill of the wind bites into my skin. Seth carefully shifts, still holding me, to sit in the passenger seat of the car. I snuggle closer to him, seeking the comfort of his presence as a new wave of worries washes over me.
“Do you think those chasing us before were Nexus? I think it was. What if they hurt my sister and my mom when we lost them?”
“Don’t worry.” Seth shakes his head, a gesture meant to reassure, but it doesn’t. “I’ve already arranged for guards to be stationed around their home to follow them discreetly. It’s a precaution to see how Nexus reacts. And who knows, the ones after us could have just been my overly enthusiastic fans.” His attempt at a lighthearted smirk doesn’t quite reach his eyes, a clear sign of his own worries.
I lean forward, resting my head against his shoulder, the fear and adrenaline of the night making me tremble.
“I couldn’t have gone through any of this without your support. It means the world to me,” I murmur.
As he wraps his arms around me, his embrace a haven from my thoughts, he whispers back, “How could I not do everything in my power when I love you?”
I gasp…