Page 62 of Queen of Spades

The blanket stays wrapped around her, blocking us from view as she pulls back until she’s kneeling. There’s no way I’m getting my jeans off in this confined space without it being a huge ordeal.

Annika dives for my mouth. Her lips feel hot, but her caramel scent floods my nostrils as her tongue teases mine. She whimpers into the kiss and works her hands under my boxer briefs, tugging the material. She doesn’t stop until I push up on my feet to make it easier. My jeans and underwear end up halfway down my thighs. The sticky head of my cock slaps against my lower stomach, and Annika wraps her hand around it again.

“So, I have an IUD,” she whispers against my lips. “But I mostly want to taste you right now.”

My fingers dig into the hair at the base of her skull, and I tilt her ear to my mouth. I kinda dig the idea of being sneaky. I’m sure Cas knows, but I like the idea of the other two in the front, arguing over radio stations while I slip inside the little omega.

“Don’t you want me to take care of you?” I ask quietly.

Her head shakes. “I need a hit of your pheromones, and this will help more than soaking them up skin-to-skin.”

“Okay,” I agree, nipping at her neck.

She whimpers as I guide her face down toward my shaft. Her hips wiggle as she scoots back until she’s mostly kneeling on my thighs.

Her eyes sparkle, but that could be because she’s lost to the fog. Although, I’ve heard omegas can barely form coherent sentences during an actual heat.

That warm, wet tongue of hers wraps around my crown, and my head falls back as I stifle a growl. She’s playful and teasing as she laps at the slit on the head of my dick. It’s almost too much as her eyes fall shut, and she moans around my length.

My forearm flexes, and I will myself not to thrust too deep. I’m not a fucking animal, but her nails scratch over my lower stomach, and I feel like a total fucker.

I’m still completely clothed. This isn’t exactly a romantic location.

Fuck me.

It gets nearly impossible to think as she descends farther down my shaft. I’m supposed to be staying clear enough that I can take care of her and treat her with respect, but my hand still tightens in her hair as she swallows around my crown.

The feeling is indescribable, and I involuntarily thrust up.

She smirks, and her pretty eyes pop open.

The blanket is perfectly wrapped around us both to where I can see her, but she should be blocked from view of the others.

Which is good.

Annika is mine right now.

She winks and grins around my cock as she dives deeper. Her scent is so potent, it’s hard to hold myself back from acting like a feral alpha.

It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve had my dick in anyone’s mouth, and she’s not making this easy on me. It’s like she knows every one of my buttons and wants to push them all.

She brings her free hand up and shoves at mine that’s wrapped in her hair. The intriguing part is, she’s trying to tell me she wants me to go deeper.

I quirk an eyebrow to ask if she really wants me to take over, and her thick eyelashes flutter shut as she tries to nod around my length.

Lights flash past the windows as we continue down the highway. That, combined with trying to keep this on the down low to avoid alerting the others, already makes it feel extra naughty.

Annika grins, giving my hand another shove. She’s so fucking beautiful, I ache to toss her down and claim her, but I settle for slamming deeper into her mouth.

“I’m in fucking hell,” Cas mutters, making me smirk.

Annika whimpers as my crown bounces against the back of her throat, and her hand tightens around my knot. She brings the other hand down to tease and roll my balls as I alternate thrusting into her mouth and slamming her deeper with my hold in her hair.

I’m doing a shit job of staying focused on not overdoing it, especially when she moans louder the harder I yank on her hair. I think she likes the bite of pain, but my balls tingle, signaling this isn’t going to last much longer.

I finally look away from her and catch sight of Cas. He’s twisted around in his seat, and he’s got a hand under the blanket.

I almost laugh, noticing how Annika’s hips wiggle. Oh yeah, I wouldn’t be shocked to realize he’s got a finger or two inside her. She moans, and the sound vibrates against my tip.

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