Page 203 of Tangled in Knots

“Thank you, I thought the engine was making a funny noise, but it seems to have evened out,” I lie. “We’ll get going now.”

“Alright,” he murmurs, stepping back as if he doesn’t know if he should believe me or not. If he didn’t want me to latch onto the first thing he gave me, then he shouldn’t have provided the perfect exit strategy. “If you’re sure.”

“Completely sure,” I say, already closing the window. Adira fixes her seatbelt with a small smile and I back out of the parking spot to drive away.

“So smooth,” she says. “I bet you talk your way out of a lot of these kinds of situations.”

“You’d be surprised,” I say, shaking my head. “Kane is the spontaneous one. I always worry so much about repercussions, I’ll talk myself out of things. The last time I had Morris on his knees in an alley was the middle of the summer last year. He was being a sasshole, so I decided to fill his hole with my cock. Morris is only a brat in private. Even then, it’s typically for a reason and really fucking hot.”

She’s seen the brat come out in Morris a few times, and I always act stern, but I fucking love it. He keeps us in line, and is submissive in public. His voice and attitude is usually just for Kane and I, his confidence in our relationship steady.

While Damon has always been distant with Morris, Morris has always thought it was personal. It isn’t and never has been, Damon is just recently thawing out to the world in general. If you’d asked him in early December who were the important people in his life, he’d have included Morris in that very short list.

“Watching Morris kiss you and Kane was amazing,” she says, squirming slightly. I can still smell how turned on she is, and ask myself if I’ll do anything about it when we get back to the rental.

I really want to, but it really depends on her. I refuse to rush things. While I’m jealous she and Damon have had sex, I have to also admit that I’m happy for them. I can feel the shift inside the pack as a whole, and it feels a lot like hope and relief.

“Are your panties slicking like a good little omega?” I growl, adjusting my cock in my pants. Fuck, this material is showing the giant tent I’m currently sporting. At her nod, I grin slowly and evilly, deciding I need to see. “Pull them off and show me, Adira.”

“Off?” she asks, lips parting as her breaths get faster. Her mascara is a mess, cheeks flushed, but she looks beautiful to me.

“Yeah, baby. I’m not a patient man. Be a good girl and do what I ask, because you want to,” I rumble. It’s a heady feeling knowing she can’t be commanded to do things, this beautiful woman has to fully embrace my will.

Waiting, I watch out of the corner of my eye as she decides to do it. Pulling her dress up to her waist, Adira wiggles out of the thick material of her panties. They’re a special blend to keep her slick from escaping from it. I’m fairly certain they’re also meant to keep her scent from releasing as strong as it is, making me smirk with pride.

I don’t think her panties are up to working against her alphas, and I’m smug as fuck about it.

“Spread your legs and show me your cream,” I say, flicking on the overhead light, so I can watch.

Her slick is already beginning to slide down her thighs, and Adira whimpers.

“Come on baby, show me,” I cajole. Slowly, her thighs spread, and I reach over and lift her right leg, to hook her heel up along the door. Her knife is strapped to the thigh that’s against the door, while her other thigh has her gun.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to pull over and fuck her on the goddamn hood of the car right now, which is very not like me.

“Rub your needy clit, make yourself feel good.”

Her fingers run down her body, and she spreads her slick over her needy nub. Moaning, she rubs it in tight circles, headdropping back as she plays with herself. Struggling to keep my attention on both the road and her, I force myself not to crash. Morris would have a lot to say if I did.

The pretty little omega is precious cargo. I need to be careful.

The sounds of her moans make me grunt in pain as she pushes two fingers into her cunt. I can hear her fucking the slick into her tight channel, making me insane. God, I’m toeing the line between pleasure and pain, putting myself through this.

In many ways, I’m a controlling masochist, denying myself the things that make me happy. As Adira’s moans and breathy gasps come faster, I decide that needs to stop.

“That’s it, baby,” I purr, finally hitting the streets of Minneapolis. Jesus, I swear this drive feels longer than it did earlier today. “Thank you for trusting me with those pretty sounds. I can see your thighs starting to shake. Are you close?”

“Yes… Need,” she moans.

“What do you need, baby?” I ask, swallowing hard. My cock is staying in my pants while in the car, because I’m getting dangerously close to not being able to deny her a damn thing.

“To… come,” she whines. The way she hesitates makes me grunt with displeasure. I wonder what she really wanted to say. It’s alright, I’m in control. I’ll wait. Even if I have to cling to it with everything inside of me, I’ll wait for her instead out of some miserable need to punish myself.

“Then fall over the edge for me, beautiful,” I urge. “Let go, and come.”

At my words, I pull into the apartment parking lot, watching as she shudders and rubs her clit through her orgasm. Her toes curl in her open-toed shoes, and the power of her release robs her of her voice as her lips part in a silent scream.

Parking the vehicle, I release my seat belt and lean over her, whispering in her ear, “You have no idea what you do to me, Adira. The little gasps and moans made me almost drive usinto a fucking tree. The power you hold over me is scary and all consuming. Next time, I want to hear my name on your lips when you make yourself feel so good you stop breathing.”

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