Chapter 59
ACE
“Mine,” Wren repeats, darting her tongue out to wet her flushed lips.
Holy fuck.
The heat version of her is a transformation happening right before my very eyes.
“Mine. My scent match,” she repeats with full confidence in a raspy purr that extends straight into my briefs and strokes my dick.
Oh, shit. My best friend’s little sister recognizes she’s my scent match? I’m in heaven and hell simultaneously. Because it’s her, but it’s not her at the same time. Does Wren even know what she’s saying right now?
All I can do is stare at her as what must be some sort of heat-brain takes over her faculties, and I’m struggling to piece together whether she was still lucid in those final seconds.
Was she with me just before the scent match recognition hit?
Was she actually aware, or conscious, or am I still technically alone in this knowledge?
Fucking hell.
That feels like a really important distinction.
Going into her heat for the very first time as scent matches who both are intimately aware of that detail, is one thing. Fucking her and assisting with her heat, but she doesn’t actually know? Shit. That surely is a really goddamn important piece of information.
I’m scared to move. The hunger written all over Wren’s face is like nothing I’ve ever witnessed before. I feel it, I’ve felt it for what seems like an eternity now, but I’ve had years of experience in shoving it down and ignoring those urges.
Wren, however, is having all of these realizations simultaneously.
“I’ve been waiting.” That sexy tone drags over my cock again, purring in the front seat of my truck in a sultry little voice that I can hardly believe is real.
“Peaches, I need to get you to your nest.”
“No.” Her face screws up.
“We don’t have far to go.” A quick calculation in my mind puts us at about a five-minute drive away. It’s not far…
“It hurts.” This time, her body clenches up, and I see the panic flash across her big blue eyes.
“Please, peaches. Just let me get you to your nest.” I swallow hard.
She shakes her head frantically, a whine ripping from her throat. “Need. Help.”
I don’t have a chance to do anything. Wren takes action, undoing her seatbelt with clumsy but determined movements. She’s out of her seat, climbing into my lap before my brain catches up.
Well, shit, this just took an unexpected turn.
My Omega is burning up when her body presses against mine. I cup her jaw, and those blue eyes of hers are almost completely black with how blown out her pupils are. Her cheeks have turned a deep shade of crimson, and she’s roasting.
She’s also got one thing on her mind. Attacking my waistband in a frenzy.
Oh, fuck. I glance around, and we’re not exactly anywhere private, but it’s a tree-lined pull-off. Only a few yards away, cars occasionally whizz past, but at least there aren’t any houses near us that I can see.
Shit.
This is the opposite of everything we’ve been trying to do to protect her and take care of her.
Wren works at my pants, and my dick is thoroughly on board with this idea. Her perfume is so thick, the interior of this vehicle is probably going to forever be infused with her peach scent, but I don’t fucking care. I have to take care of her.
Quickly shifting the seat back to give us more room, I look down, and fortunately, Wren is wearing a skirt and knee-high boots.
At least I don’t have to destroy her clothes.
But as she shoves my waistband down and greedily fists my dick for the first time, I’m overwhelmed with too many sensations at once.
My scent match is stroking my leaking cock.
I’m fighting to breathe.
I’m guilty as hell that she’s just gone into heat and probably isn’t even conscious of what she’s doing right now.
I’m painfully aware we’re on the side of the road.
What the fuck do I do?
Wren whimpers, and her noise is desperate. “Please, Alpha.” She squeezes my dick and lifts her hips but can’t do it all herself.
“It’s okay, peaches,” I say, throat thick with arousal and my own rampaging need to be inside her pussy.
“I’m here to take care of you.” We both look down at the place where I reach between us.
Hooking her panties, I tug them to the side and slide one hand underneath her drenched cunt to help guide her into position.
I damn near lose it right on the spot. Her slick is everywhere, dripping all over my hand, and she’s so soft.
All that satiny, delicate skin, ready to welcome me inside.
We’re both panting, our breaths mingling as a new burst of peach scent explodes between us, and I help notch the tip of my dick at her swollen entrance.
My girl lets out a breathy little moan, another whine. She can’t tear her eyes away from the sight of my dick disappearing into her cunt. I can’t either. My gaze bounces between her pussy, her plump mouth, her lush thighs quivering as she straddles my lap.
“Fffuuuuuck.” My brain disappears offline as the warm, velvety, slick heat of her welcomes the tip of me in.
Just an inch. That’s enough to damn near have me blowing my load.
It’s a feeling like no other, knowing who Wren is to me, and our scents intermingling, and her channel gripping me to death already.
“Alpha.” She’s overtaken by shivers, her body completely lost to the effect of her heat, and I know enough to be aware that this isn’t about me or how I want our first time having sex to go. This is about her need and the ache she needs us all to help alleviate. For days on end. Holy fuck.
“Good girl. My good Omega.” I somehow get the words out, saying what I think she’ll want to hear. Or at least what I think the heat version of Wren will want to hear.
That seems to do the trick. She impales herself on my length, swallowing me to the hilt in one long, torturous glide as she relaxes and lets gravity do the work.
I nearly fucking shoot off like a rocket.
But at least having my dick inside her seems to help calm the situation. Wren sounds less pained, less frantic, but she’s determined to sink to the hilt and clamp down.
My fingers dig into her thighs, and the tighter I squeeze, the more her whimpers of pleasure flow freely.
It’s addictive knowing I’m making her feel so good, I’m buried inside her, and my hips start chasing that glide in and out.
Gripping possessively, my hold on her intensifies as I move her up and down on my dick, and more of that peachy slick fucking runs everywhere—down my balls, coating my knot.
I’m absolutely goddamn lost in the sight of her cunt stretched around my thick cock.
Wren moans louder now, gasps for more, rocking her weight down each time I thrust upward, making sure I’m buried as deep as she can get me to go.
The problem with that is that she keeps nudging my knot against her slippery entrance, and it feels so fucking good.
That bulge starts swelling and filling in anticipation of how much I need to be locked inside her, pumping her full while sealed together, and I’m suddenly snapped out of the goddamn haze I’m in.
If I knot her out here in the open, we’ve got bigger fucking problems than Wren going into heat.
Keeping one hand on her hip, I fumble around with the other, slapping a hand in search of my phone until I find it in the center console.
While stabbing at the screen, I awkwardly type single-handed to send a pin drop via text first, then immediately hit call.
As the phone rings, I pull Wren against my chest to hold her close.
Wrapping a heavy palm across her spine, I figure if I guide her to start mouthing at my throat, that might hopefully distract her from stealing my knot.
The whole experience keeps shooting tingles down my spine, and my balls feel heavier than I think I’ve ever known.
“Palamo?” Brennan’s voice is filled with concern when he answers straight away.
“You need to get here. Right now,” I grunt as Wren scrapes her teeth over my Adam’s apple. “I’ve just sent you our location.”
“What’s going on?” I hear him rustling in the background, sounding like he’s on the move.
“Wren. Her heat.” My eyes squeeze shut, she just gripped me like a fist, and I’m struggling for air.
He pauses, curses quietly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m fucking sure.” I’m barely able to speak through gritted teeth as Wren sucks on my neck and makes me go cross-eyed by rocking over my length.
“What are the signs? Her symptoms should be—”
“She’s sitting on my dick trying to take my fucking knot. Is that enough of a sign for you?”
“Fuck.” He sounds shell-shocked. “Fuck. Okay.”
“Yeah, it’s Fuck. Okay time, alright.”
In the background, I hear Brennan slam a door, followed by the familiar rumble of an engine coming to life.
“Don’t move. We’re on the way,” he says. “Whatever you do, keep her away from your knot.”