Chapter 18 Zeke
Zeke
Feeling my mate’s arousal through the bond is an experience I wasn’t prepared for on the ride back to her place.
It starts slow, like a warm press against my ribs, then sweeps through me in a rush of electricity that hits like a freight train.
Within seconds, I’m hard and aching, every bump in the road a pulse of torment.
The others ride ahead, but I fall back, letting Corbin pass. They don’t notice. I wouldn’t either if I were them.
Winnie’s hand is buried under Corbin’s clothes, working him exactly how she wants. My Blossom shifts on the back seat, her round ass sliding over leather as she searches for friction to ease the wet ache between her thighs.
My cock throbs against the tightness of my pants, straining, desperate. Heat coils low in my belly. I squeeze myself through the fabric, trying to breathe, trying not to growl into the headset.
Corbin comes. I see the shudder roll through his shoulders.
But Blossom doesn’t.
Her slick need crashes through the bond so hard my vision blurs. If I were standing, I might’ve dropped to my knees from it. Corbin doesn’t know how close she is. He can’t see her grinding against the seat, can’t scent the way her body begs.
She looks back and catches me watching.
Embarrassment flickers through her, soft and pink, but her need swallows it fast. The ache still lives between her legs. The bond hums with it.
It’s a long fucking ride back.
Rafe, Eli, and Gage peel off toward the hotel. I keep following Corbin.
“What’re you doing?” Gage asks through the headset before static cuts him off.
“I just wanna ask her something. I’ll meet you later.”
Corbin is parked by the time I reach the cabin. Winnie swings off the bike and hands him her helmet. He takes it. She kisses the front of his visor, sweet and soft.
She’s so sweet it hurts to look at her. And I want every fucking bit of it.
They both look at me.
“I just wanna talk to her for a minute,” I tell Corbin.
He waits for her cue. She nods. He rides away.
She tilts her head at me while I stay on my bike, helmet still on. I don’t know what I meant to say. I only followed because her need screamed through the bond and my body answered. But wanting her doesn’t mean I get to assume she wants me.
She walks closer, hips swaying, breasts rising with each breath.
“You okay?” she asks.
I’m not okay. Not with her scent thick in the air and the bond humming like a live wire.
I take off my helmet. The night air hits my face. Everything is quiet except the wind, the cicadas, and my heart pounding at the sight of her.
“I wanted a moment alone to say I’m sorry again.”
She frowns, surprised. So am I. That wasn’t why I followed, but it feels right now.
“You’ve apologized. I haven’t,” she says.
Her gaze drops to my throat, to the bite she left. Her voice softens.
“I’m sorry. My omega took control and I don’t know what happened. I’ve never blacked out like that.”
I shake my head. “I slipped into rut. Seeing you with that alpha’s hands on you. I knew right away you were mine. You smelled distressed. I barely remember anything after he called you a—”
“A B-word,” she says lightly. “You can say it. I just don’t like using those words myself.”
“Why not?”
She shrugs. “My grandma never used them. I wanted to be like her. It doesn’t bother me when others do, though.”
“Fair,” I sigh. “Still. I lost control. If I hadn’t, I could’ve handled it better.”
She steps closer. “We both lost control. I’m grown. Same as you. We’re both responsible.”
She’s right, even if guilt still claws at me.
“Goodnight, Blossom,” I say.
She lifts one eyebrow. “That’s why you came? Just to say that?”
My cheeks heat. I look toward the dark line of trees. “It’s one reason. The other… I wasn’t thinking straight about.”
She steps closer. Gravel crunches. Her hand cups my cheek. Her eyes meet mine, warm and deep, full of the thing I’ve been fighting since the first moment I scented her.
She says my name. “Zeke.”
It hits me like her touch. Desire pulses down the bond, raw and urgent, held in check by the thinnest thread of control.
I break.
My hand snaps to her waist, pulling her against me. Her hands slide up my arms, soft and eager. Her breath catches. Her eyes darken. Her scent floods me, sweet and slick.
“Do you need help, Blossom?” I murmur. “Did that old man leave you wanting?”
She swats me. “He didn’t know.”
I laugh quietly. Then her hands lace behind my neck, and I lean back against the bike seat as she rises onto her toes and presses her mouth to mine.
She tastes sweet enough to ruin me.
My hands slide under her shirt, palms finding the heat of her skin. She shivers. I groan.
I want to behave. I really do. If she told me to stop, I would.
But she doesn’t.
Winnie spreads her legs around my raised knee. Even through denim, I feel the heat pouring from her center as she grinds once, slow and desperate.
I kiss her harder. She gasps. My tongue slides into her mouth. I taste her moan.
She grinds again. I feel the slick heat of her pussy through fabric. My cock jerks so hard it aches.
I brace for her to pull away.
She doesn’t.
She drags me closer, hunger in every movement. Our tongues slide together. Her breath hitches. Her hips roll against my thigh. The bond hums with her need, calling mine forward until I can barely think.
I break the kiss just to breathe.
She looks at me, lips swollen, eyes heavy and dark with longing. She already looks wrecked. But she doesn’t know what wrecked is.
Not yet.
By the end of the night, I intend to have her riding my thigh again, this time without clothes. I intend to taste the slick she’s dripping. I intend to make her come on my mouth before she ever gets my cock.
And then I intend to fuck my knot into her until she begs me to never stop.