Page 19 of Cleat Heat

Our stare-down continues, and the tension in the room ratchets higher and higher with each passing second. My pussy flutters, aching to be filled by this dominant beast of a man, and my clit becomes so sensitive that just the slightest touch would unleash a maelstrom of euphoria.

He saunters closer to me, eyes dark with lust and gleaming with a feral light that has me wanting to fall to my hands and knees and present for him. My perfume blooms even deeper, drowning us in my scent, but still, we remain locked in a never-ending battle.

“Tell me, Dash,” I insist, holding my breath to see if he’ll do it. Will he be an Alpha who gives me what I need, or just another jerk who wants to take? One that sees me as a pretty object to boss around. Seen and not heard.

Fox’s arm flexes around me protectively as Dash closes in, and happy-go-lucky Ty moves on silent feet, getting closer as though ready to intervene. But all of us drop our jaws in shock when Dash crouches low, bringing us to eye level.

“Little omega, words aren’t really my thing. I don’t know what to tell you, and I don’t give a fuck about sand. But I’m here, and I won’t ever let anyone touch you against your will again. I’ll destroy anyone who hurts you. Or tries to take advantage of you. You’re mine, and I’m yours,” he growls, reaching out to trace my nose with his finger before booping the end.

“And you promise never to call me princess ever again,” I add with a little giggle at the silly gesture that seems so at odds with his nature.

“Promise,” he swears. “Now, where do you want us to take you for your heat? We would be fucking honored to be a part of it. But we can also check you into a heat clinic.”

This is it. The moment of truth.

My stomach somersaults as those butterflies take flight again. It’s like that moment right before doing a stunt when anything is possible. I might go soaring and land perfectly or fall and break my neck. With the precipice looming ever closer, I take in the three men standing before me. Their eyes are hungry, devouring every inch of bare skin they can see, but even in my almost naked state, I’m powerful rather than vulnerable.

The three of them are barely breathing as they wait for my answer, their focus completely on me. If I told them to leave, they would, although Dash’s crossed arms and thrown-back shoulders make me think he would stay outside to make sure no one could hurt me.

Time to leap.

“I want to go to your pack house,” I blurt out, throwing both feet right over the ledge. “I need you.”

Chapter Fourteen

Dash

It takes forever and a minute to gather all the things Vivi wants from her apartment and ensure a repairman is coming to fix her smashed door, but as I settle the panting little omega in my lap for the car ride home, it still seems like a dream.

Fox clamors in beside us, holding Mako—who’s glaring out of his cat carrier.

Her body nestles into mine, the missing puzzle piece of our pack. Her lush curves settle into my arms, and a warmth unfurls in my chest when her nose finds a home in the crook of my neck. She inhales deeply, muttering something under her breath that sounds an awful lot like ‘dang chocolate.’

Her tongue flicks out, lapping against my throat, and my cock, already at half-mast just from holding her, jumps to life, pressing hard against her fine ass. I try to bite back my groan, but I can’t, and it escapes, causing Ty to frown in displeasure.

“Hey. None of that back there. Can’t believe you made me drive,” he teases, settling into the front seat and adjusting the rearview mirror so he can see us instead of the traffic. His eyes slip down, falling to where Vivi’s pressed against my lap.

“Pay attention to the road. Not the backseat,” I scold. Pain in the ass needs to get us home in one piece. We have precious cargo. But my focus is pulled away when Vivi slides back and forth against my clothing-covered length.

“Behave,” I rumble in her ear, grasping her perfect hips in my hands and stilling the motion.

The deep scent of chocolate-frosted cupcakes fills our SUV, and Ty lets out a groan in the front, pulling his hand from the wheel to adjust himself none too discreetly. He narrows his eyes through the rearview mirror at me, and I smirk at the jealousy emanating from him. Fucker got to taste her first.

“Are you thinking of me, baby girl?” Ty jokes with a wicked grin. “Of all of your Alphas, my cock is by far the biggest. Dash’s is practically a pencil.”

“It doesn’t feel like one,” she disagrees breathlessly, grinding down against me. Vivi’s white-blond hair is now in a neat braid, and as she turns to face me, it whips against my cheek, sending more of her pheromones gusting up my nose. She smells edible and I need a taste.

“Oh, trust me, omega. Those two can’t treat you like I can,” he continues, and my teeth clench. I’ll show that green-haired asshole just how many orgasms I can give my naughty omega. Game on.

“He’s wrong. I’m going to make you come on my knot until you can’t stand,” I growl against her ear, pleased when her breathing picks up.

Using my grip on her, I help settle her over me, now facing one another in the small backseat. Her slick creates a wet spot on my pants, forming around my painful cock as she slowly begins working her hips again. We can’t do this in the car… I need to stop her… The streets fly by, and shadows coast over her face, occasionally lit by the lights outside, allowing me to see the heat haze glazing her features.

“Omega, you need to tell us about your limits before the heat makes us all crazy,” I demand, needing to make sure this is the best heat she’s ever had. But she was also just attacked in her own apartment, and we need to be mindful.

Vivi releases a whine, and although I want to wait to have her in a safe space, she needs my help now.

“Please,” she pants, moving more frantically, “it hurts.”

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