His knuckles are nearly white as he holds on tightly to the steering wheel. Am I making him as on edge as he’s making me? I think back to how he held me tonight, how neither of them asked me questions I didn’t want to answer. The way that they both seem to accept me and my baggage and still want me.
“You sure you want to go home?”
No, I’m not. But I know if I don’t, I will do something rash, something I can’t take back. I still contemplate it as I look at Dom’s cut jaw, which is tense as his gaze stays on the road.
“Yeah,” I say softly.
“What do you think about Cameron?” he asks.
“He’s sweet, I like him.” He smiles as I say it, and I can’t help but smile too. Then the visuals creep in, Dom being in total control, but Cameron submitting to me too. Dom fucking Cameron while he fucks me. Cameron and me on our knees as we lick and worship Dom’s cock and knot. My scent fills the cabin and I watch as Dom stiffens and adjusts his thighs. His gaze on the road narrows, and his grip tightens on the steering wheel. A thick vein in his neck starts bulging.I want to lick it.
The intrusive thought wins as I lean over the dash and I lick from his collarbone up to his ear lobe where I bite lightly. He tastes as good as he smells, all man, all Alpha. I want more.
“Fuck me,” he says. Swerving the truck, I’m promptly pushed back into my seat as the seat belt mechanism locks, forcing me in place. It’s not even twenty seconds later that the truck is parked in a church parking lot and Dom is unbuckling his own seatbelt before doing mine. “Get over here,” he growls.
Drenched.
I’m absolutely completely wet and ready for this. I’ve been wanting this for as long as I can remember. The church parking lot isn’t my ideal setting, but I’ll take it. The fantasies I’ve had about Dom’s hands on me, his hard body against mine. What is it going to feel like in real life?
A loud cranking noise signals Dom pushing his seat back as far as possible. His frame is already large and impressive. I know this is going to be a tight fit. I don’t care, he’s finally taking action, showing me that he wants me physically and I’m not about to pass this opportunity up.
I barely have time to scramble over the dash before his hands are on my hips and he’s placing me on top of his lap. I can’t help myself when I rub my face against his neck again. Fuck, he smells so good.
So mine.
Dom grabs a handful of my ass with one hand and a fistful of my hair with the other. I look into his deep brown eyes before it happens, both of us breathing heavily and staring at each other. His lips crash against mine and he’s in complete control. Taking from me, demonstrating what we’ve both known has been there forever. That we fit, that we belong together. His hard length is pressed against my thigh, and I shift so that I’m straddling him completely, causing him to groan and break our kiss.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” he says before licking my throat just like I did to him. I hum my approval, my nails digging into his shoulders as he scents me. Being off suppressants is fucking liberating. Every sensation feels brighter and more vibrant. I can’t help that I just want more of Dom. I want his scent embedded in my clothes, hair, in my fucking soul if it were possible.
I don’t know what I want to do first. There isn’t enough room in the truck to do all the things I want to do with this man. I want to kiss him forever; I want to taste him, have him taste me. And holy mother of fuck, do I want his knot so deep inside me that I can’t move for hours.
Dom’s voice is deep and his chest rumbles against mine as he speaks, “Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I say, taking his hand in mine and sliding it underneath my dress. The back of his head hits the headrest, and he groans as his finger slides through my wetness, a purr rumbling through his chest. I can’t help but smile—is there a time this man doesn’t fucking purr for his Omegas?
His Omegas.It hits me like a freight train. How good that sounds. He isn’t bonded to Cameron, nor is he to me, but he’s mine, I don’t care what I have to do to claim him. Him, Cameron, Emmett and Shyla. They’re all mine and I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work.
His thumb lazily circles my clit as he inserts two large fingers inside of me. I writhe on his lap. His one hand is still kneading my ass as he touches my pussy like he knows how to undo me. How he knows that I like it slow and building is beyond me, but I’m thankful as he continues touching me.
I need more, I need fucking everything.
“I want your knot,” I tell him between raspy breaths. I’m not above begging. I don’t care that we will be knotted together in this truck or that it’s a church parking lot. I don’t care about anything, I just care about this man in front of me and what he can give me. What I’ve been aching for. “Please, Alpha. I need it,” I whine and Dom growls.
His fingers leave my pussy, and I whine again, watching as Dom brings them to his mouth, inserting them past his full lips and licking my essence clean.
“I’m going to fill your cunt up so full you won’t be able to think, little Omega.” I moan at being called little Omega.
He’s shifted me so my ass and spine are nearly pushed against the steering wheel—a loud honk startling us and making us both laugh. He pauses his task of unbuttoning his pants to kiss me senseless one more time.
It’s finally going to happen. His zipper is almost completely down as a flash of light and two light taps against the glass of the window halt our motions. My dress fully covers me, but Dom shifts me closer to his chest in a protective stance.
Dom lowers the window and the person outside of the car lowers the light and I finally see who it is. Father Nathanial.
“Good evening, Dominic,” he says in his Irish brogue.
“Father,” Dom replies.
Father Nathanial is a Beta, even so, I’m sure our scent is rolling out of the car much like it would if someone was hotboxing a vehicle.