Page 51 of Pack Obsession

The ache.

The fire.

God, I’m losing my mind.

He groans, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates through the car, laced with a desperate edge.

“You’re testing me, Casey, and I’m not a strong enough Alpha to resist you.” The car swerves slightly, and he yanks the wheel back onto the road, his jaw tight. Then he takes a sharp turn right, down a dirt road, surrounded by trees, concealing us from the main road. He pulls over to the hard shoulder,the gravel crunching beneath the tires. The engine idles, hazard lights flashing. His knuckles are white on the wheel as he stares straight ahead for a breath longer, then turns to me, his eyes dark, the hunger shining there, not with anger, but with a fierce need. He reaches out, hands cupping my face, holding me firmly, his thumbs tracing my lips, his touch almost hypnotic.

“I’m here for you, whatever you need.” His voice is low, strained, as he checks down the road from the driver’s seat, then back at me. “Just... we can’t get caught by Julian’s men or Nexus.”

“Then why aren’t you fucking me already, Nash?” I gasp out, the words a plea and completely reckless, but in that moment of pain, I don’t care.

Something ignites in his eyes, a flash of pure, savage desire, his gaze raking over my face, my body. He smiles, but not with amusement, rather with a wild, frantic arousal.

I lean closer, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, all the self-control I thought I had shattering. Every inch of me screams for him. I can’t stop it.

His mouth crashes down on mine, a raw, powerful kiss that steals the breath from my lungs. He’s rougher than Logan, more intense as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, demanding a response. I meet him with equal urgency, tangling my hands in his hair and pulling him impossibly closer. His hands are everywhere, gripping my waist, sliding up to my ribs, the heat of his touch burning through my clothes. It’s frantic and messy, the taste of him filling my mouth, and I can’t get enough.

“There’s not enough space in here,” I say, breathless. “You’re not close enough.” I glance at the back seat and into his gaze again.

He practically throws himself out of the car, a blur of motion. He races around the front and yanks open my door, pulling me out into the chill night air. It does nothing to cool the fire onmy skin. I have my back to the now-shut door, and he comes in closer, his body against mine, staring down at me.

“I’m going to give you everything you need.”

There’s no pause as I cling to him, pressing myself against him. Fuck, my nipples are so hard, so sensitive. My legs part instinctively in a stance while his fingers slide up under my skirt, where he reaches for my thong. In a second, he tugs hard and rips them off me. With them in his back pocket, his hand is under my skirt once more.

Eyes locked on mine, he stares at me as his touch finds the inferno between my thighs.

I hiss at his gentle touch, but it’s not enough.

“You’re so wet, so hot. My cock is rock hard right now. Your little cunt is dripping for me. I’m going to have a heart attack at this rate.”

I half giggle, half purr, which takes me by surprise. I can’t say I’ve ever purred before.

A growl tears from his throat as his fingers slide between my folds, and I cry out, arching my back at how incredible it feels.

“Nash!” I gasp.

Two fingers slide inside me, pushing deep, and I shudder, a desperate sound flying from my lips.

He’s relentless, not giving me a second to catch my breath as he pumps them into me. There’s no pause, no gentleness. I get the impression Nash is a man who takes control in the bedroom, who fucks like a beast, who pushes to the point of pain, and he enjoys every damn moment.

I moan, brutally starving for more, my hands on his chest, fisting his shirt, begging for more. Leaning into him, trying to get closer, the desperate ache grows sharper, an insistent, frantic pressure in my belly.

He pushes in further, moving his fingers, teasing, and I groan, my body clenching. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can feel is the raw intensity of his touch.

“Beg for it,” he whispers, his lips against my ear.

All the restraint I have comes completely undone. I shake, panting, holding him to me with my fists grasping his shirt.

“Nash… please, I need your cock, need you…” I cry, the words ripping from my throat.

He studies me but never stops. He moves faster, his fingers thick and powerful, and a primal rhythm takes over. I’m gasping, lost in the heat. I see his face, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with the scary savagery of what we’re sharing.

I clench, squeezing around his fingers, and he groans. My head tilts back against the car as a climax crashes into me. I shatter, the world exploding into pure bliss. I’m clenching all over, stars dancing behind my eyes.

I scream out, the pleasure a violent surge that has me bucking against him.

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