Page 19 of Claimed By the Band

As we head out to the car, Asher's phone chimes. He practically dives for it, thumbs flying across the screen.

"Echo?" I ask, trying to keep the edge out of my voice.

He shakes his head. "Nah, just Silas. Wants to know how the appointment went."

"And here I thought he'd be relieved to get rid of me."

Asher gives me a look. "You know that's not true. Come on, let's go home. I believe I promised you a reward for good behavior."

Not gonna argue with that.

The drive home is a blur of teasing touches and heated glances. By the time we pull into the garage, I'm half out of my mind with want.

Asher barely has time to put the car in park before I'm on him, crushing our mouths together in a desperate kiss. He responds eagerly, climbing into my lap with a grace that shouldn't be possible in such a confined space.

"Fuck," I growl, trailing kisses down his neck. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

He laughs, breathy and wild. "I think I have some idea. Why don't you show me?"

I don't need to be told twice. My hands slide under his shirt, reveling in the feel of smooth, warm skin. Asher arches into my touch with a moan that always drives me absolutely batshit crazy.

Asher pulls back suddenly, returning to his seat. "No strenuous activities, remember?"

I groan. "I was hoping you'd forgotten that part."

"Doesn't mean we can't have any fun," he says, his eyes flashing with mischief as he leans back in to kiss my throat. My head falls back against the headrest as he runs his tongue up along the side of my neck to that spot he knows I can't resist.

The windows of the car fog up as Asher trails kisses down my chest, unbuttoning my shirt with practiced ease.

"Been wanting to do this all day," he purrs, nipping at my collarbone.

I groan, tangling my fingers in his golden hair as he works his way lower, unfastening my jeans and freeing my cock from my boxers The heat of his mouth sets my blood on fire, making me forget everything but this moment. The pain of my injuries, the fear of failing him again, it all melts away under his touch.

"Fuck, Ash," I gasp as he swirls his tongue in that way that drives me insane. "You're incredible."

He hums in agreement, the vibration sending sparks through my entire body. My grip in his hair tightens, drawing a moan from him that nearly makes me lose my mind.

The scent of wild honey fills the car, mingling with my own woodsmoke and the combination drives my arousal even higher. Stars explode behind my eyes as he takes me deeper. My free hand grips the leather seat hard enough to leave marks as each wave of tension builds on the last.

"Ash," I warn, voice rough. "I'm close."

He just looks up at me under those long golden lashes, and I'm lost. White-hot ecstasy courses through me as I come with a roar, Asher's name on my lips like a prayer.

He seals those full lips around the head of my cock and drinks it all down, not a drop to spill. I watch, mesmerized, as he pulls off my crown with a pop and starts licking the oversensitive member clean.

When I finally catch my breath, Asher's pulled back, looking entirely too pleased with himself. I pull him close, pressing soft kisses to his face. As good as that felt, though, I'm not going to be satisfied until I've made him feel just as good. I trail my hands down his lean body, cupping his cock through his tight leather pants. He's big, especially for an omega, and he feel of him already so hard, straining against those leathers, makes my mouth water.

Just as things are really starting to heat up, there's a sharp rap on the window and we break apart.

"For fuck's sake," I mutter, glaring at the tall figure peering in at us. "Of course it's Silas."

Asher sighs, running a hand through his tousled hair. "To be continued?" he asks, a hint of apology in his voice.

I nod, trying to get my breathing under control. "Yeah. To be continued."

We climb out of the car, greeted by Silas's knowing smirk. "Sorry to interrupt," he drawls, not sounding sorry at all. "Damon is about to order pizzaagain, so speak now or forever hold your peace."

"Yeah, that was not worth the interruption," I say, not bothering to hide my bitterness as I slam the car door shut.

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