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My thoughts start racing again, my wolf close to the surface. It’s like the second we aren’t touching I feel out of control again. I need Reid’s proximity to calm the storm raging inside me.

I kick off my snowy heels and push up from my seat, climbing over the center console and onto Reid’s lap to straddle him in the drivers’ seat. His eyes widen in surprise and he opens his mouth to speak, but I silence him by leaning in and pressing my lips to his urgently, swallowing his objections with another sinfully passionate kiss.

I feel Reid’s calloused palms coast up my thighs, sliding underneath the hem of my dress until they’re gripping my hips and my dress is bunched around my waist. His lips move to my neck as I grind over his crotch shamelessly, enjoying the friction between the hard bulge in his slacks and the thin fabric of my panties. My breath comes out in short pants, my head dropping back to give him better access to the tender flesh of my neck.

His head dips down to the curve between my neck and shoulder, electric current ripping through me when he bites down on the spot where I bear his mark.

“Fuck!” I cry out, grabbing his face in both hands and bringing it back up to mine, kissing him greedily as I grind my hips harder against him.

Reid’s hand comes around my throat as he pulls back slightly. “Serena,” he warns against my lips, a sharp edge to his tone. “You’d better climb off now if you don’t want to get fucked. I don’t care who’s around.” His grip around my throat tightens as his other hand lands on my ass, squeezing roughly.

He knows I won’t object- we’re both already too far gone. It doesn’t matter that we’re parked on the side of the road in front of the Norbury packhouse where anyone could walk by, outside of a funeral no less- this is only ending one way.

“I need you, Reid,” I moan against his lips, trailing my hands down the hard muscles of his chest until they rest on the waistband of his slacks. I pop the button, dragging the zipper down as he leans forward and captures my lower lip between his teeth, biting down as a frustrated groan escapes his throat. He lifts up, helping me shove his pants and boxers down until his dick springs free, rock hard and ready to ride.

He flexes the fingers of his hand around my throat, guiding me over his dick while his other hand yanks my panties to the side. I sink down onto him, my pussy stretching to swallow every inch as Reid’s head slams back against the headrest, eyes rolling back into his head.

“Shit,” he hisses, hands gripping my body. “You feel so. Fucking.Good.”

My vision tunnels as he cuts off my air supply, then I gasp as his hand leaves my throat and it rushes back in. I slam my hands onto his shoulders, digging in as I start riding him hard. I fuck the frustration and pain away as Reid grips my hips, palming my breasts through the front of my black dress. My nipples harden and he leans forward to bite down on one through the fabric, sending a shockwave of sensation straight to my pussy.

I continue to bounce up and down on Reid’s dick, our body heat fogging up the windows of the Mustang. The pressure inside of me slowly builds until I come undone, screaming out my pleasure as my orgasm wracks my body. I clamp down on Reid’s dick and he groans, digging his fingers into the flesh of my hips with bruising force. With a final hard, jerky thrust, he too finds release, warmth flooding inside of me.

My lips quiver as Reid presses his against them, bringing me back to reality with the softest kisses. “I love you,” I whisper, suddenly a little sleepy and sated after being so thoroughly fucked.

“I love you,” he answers back, hands coasting over the globes of my ass. I melt into his touch and his chest rumbles with a low chuckle. “My naughty little wolf.”

“Hey, don’t act like you weren’t a willing participant,” I tease, rising up on my knees and moving to climb off him. I heave a sigh as I drop back into the passenger seat. “Can we go home?”

He arches a brow, lips drawing up into that sexy half-smile of his. “What, you don’t want to walk back in there with my cum dripping between your thighs?”

Oof.I don’t know where the fuck that came from or why the hell it sounds so sexy spoken from Reid’s lips, but I’m suddenly ready for round two.

He chuckles again, starting the car and lifting his hips to pull up and fasten his slacks. “Of course we can go home, Red.”

“Thank you,” I sigh, reaching over my shoulder to grab my seatbelt.

“Don’t mention it,” he says coolly, adjusting the climate controls to de-fog the windows.

I fasten my seatbelt, looking over at him. “I mean it,” I say. “Thank you, Reid. For everything. For giving me more chances than I deserved. For being so amazing. For loving me.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he drawls, flashing me that smile again. “Loving you is easy. I was born to do it.”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Reid

“Yo, Reid!” Jax greets, waving an arm over his head from across the practice field.

I haven’t been up here to the complex in nearly a week now, but we’ve all been slowly trying to get life back to some semblance of normal in the aftermath of the war with the shadow pack. For the squad, that means daily training, even though we no longer have any immediate threat to prepare for.

The guys and I talked it over and it doesn’t make sense to disband the squad just because the shadow pack is gone. For starters, having a dedicated fighting force to protect the territory is a smart move in case trouble comes knocking again. It also provides us a pool of qualified candidates for selecting teams of enforcers to track down the splinter groups of rogues that used to be with the shadow pack. But most importantly, the warriors who live up at the complex eat, sleep, and breathe the squad life… they’ve selflessly dedicated themselves to defending the six-pack and built their lives around their positions on the squad, so how can we take that away from them?

We can’t. Besides, the squad bands the six-pack together like nothing else can. Even though we’re all separate packs, the squad is the one thing that belongs to all of us. And honestly, I’d miss seeing the guys almost every day. Running the squad together keeps us close, and that closeness will only be a benefit in coming together to make decisions for the alliance in the future.

I head across the field toward where Jax is standing with Gray, Brock, and Theo, waiting for the squad to finish stretches and warm-ups before getting started. The snow has melted, allowing for training outside this morning, but more is in the forecast for this week. It’s still cold as shit, but that doesn’t matter much to us shifters. We tend to run hot, so a lot of the guys are still rocking gym shorts for training, unphased by the chilly temps.

“Where is he?” I demand as I approach, scanning the crowd on the field in search of a familiar face.

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