Chapter 19
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
ABEL
The carmel-wrapped sandalwood hits me, and I know before needing to look any further… my omega is in heat.
In the middle of his goddamn grand opening.
I go into full pack-leader mode, barking orders. “Rex! Maverick! Clear the pathway. We’re getting him out of here.”
August leans into me and lets me pick him up, easily holding him like a bride jumping over the threshold or whatever the hell that tradition is, and snuggling his head into my neck.
“Oh, baby boy, you’re on fire…” A slight panic fills me because he’s so hot, but I know we can at least make it to the SUV out back.
Kev is tight on my heels after thanking everyone for coming and ensuring they stay to enjoy the evening.
We’ve made it to the back door and can see the parking lot, and I’ve never felt more relieved.
I’m just sending a silent thanks that we decided to drive Kev’s car instead of one of the sports cars we have.
“You’re driving this time, Abel. I want him on my knot in the car this go around.”
I huff. “I didn’t get to knot him in the car!”
“I don’t care. I’m not sitting in that front seat again, suffering; it’s literally been a year to the day. You’ll survive.”
I’m about to keep arguing when a whine falls from August that feels like it’s connected to my heart, and my cock. I quickly hand August over to Kev, then open the back door for him to climb in.
By the time I jump into the front seat, August has Kev’s silky shirt buttons popped open and is rubbing his face up and down Kev’s chest and stomach.
“Knot.”
Yeah, August is in full-blown heat now. He goes completely brainless—the only thing he begs for is his Alphas and our knots.
“Does the filthy omega need to be bred in the car?” Fuck, Kev is going to have me blowing in my pants driving us home if he doesn’t cut it out.
“Please, Alp—” I hear fabric ripping and am immediately hit with the dripping caramel scent, telling me Kev just ripped August’s pants in half to get to his hole.
Once I’m on the main road to our house, I turn to see the view, to the perfect sight of Kev lining his cock up and August completely seating himself on it. “Oh fuck.”
Kev pants as he picks August up by his thighs and lets him slide back down at a speed I don’t think I’ve ever seen him fuck before.
“Let me breed this cunt and knot you to lock my cum in this tight little ass.” I see Kev gripping his ass in my peripheral, and it takes everything in me not to pull this car over.
I do, however, pop the button on my pants, throw my zipper down, and let my pulsing cock free to furiously pump it in the same rhythm that Kev is pumping in and out of August, all while driving.
With all of our scents practically hot boxing us in this car, my senses are on overdrive. It’s no time before I feel my release is right on the edge, and fuck, I’ve never come while driving… thank fuck this thing will stay in the lanes for me.
Kev growls, “Come for me like the little slutty omega that you are.” And seemingly on command, August comes, and Kev is quick to feed him praise. “Good boy.”
He picks up speed, drilling into him from the bottom—this is all too similar to when we brought him home a year ago. My thoughts drift back to then, and my balls draw up tight before I come all over myself in the driver’s seat.
Kev is right behind me, filling August up and knotting him just like he needs.
We’re not even home yet, in the nest we’ve been curating, and this heat is already so much better than the previous three.
By the time we’re pulling into the driveway, Kev’s knot has deflated, and August is curled up in his lap.
I pull the car into the garage so no one sees more than they need while walking in with August. “Run him upstairs. I’ll be right behind you.
” I place my lips on Kev’s and give him a good ass slap on the way past the car.
I stand in the kitchen looking around as I think to myself. August’s grand opening may have been cut short by his heat coming on, but nothing will diminish his accomplishments in creating Heat Wave.