Page 67 of Sweet Heat

What? No! Why?

“Alpha. No. Too far away,” I cry, writhing restlessly on the seat. The leather is sandpaper on my legs where my dress has ridden up. Now that he’s no longer purring for me, my skin feels like it’s being stung by a thousand red ants. My nipples are so hard against the fabric of my bra that it grates on them, and all I want to do is cry. The seatbelt is too tight.

Too. Tight.

“Stop, omega,” Miller barks when I claw at the pressure keeping me locked in. “Keep the seatbelt on.” His command makes my hands fall listlessly at my sides, and tears fill my eyes.

Why is he being so mean? Why can’t my Alpha see I’m in agony?

“Good girl,” he says, and his purr fills the interior of the car. Miller speeds away from the carnival, glancing back in the mirror to look at me. “Such a good omega.”

“Alpha. Hurts,” I whine as a cramp makes my legs spasm.

“I know, sweet omega. But we weren’t safe there. We need to get you to a cozy nest for your heat.” My brain knows what he’s saying is reasonable, but every part of me rebels against it, too consumed by the misery twisting my guts. “I’m up here, and you’re back there so I can drive us to a safe place. But I need you to do something for me. Can you listen so good foryour Alpha?”

Pouting and petulant, I nod. If this was any other scenario, I would slap myself for my childish behavior—but heats change us.Freaking hormones.

“Good. Tell me, Posie. Is your pussy wet for me?” His voice is deep with desire, and I stare at his chiseled features in the rearview mirror. God, I wish he was back here with me.

“Y-yes,” I answer, rubbing my thighs together. My slick-resistant panties have long since given up, and a puddle of arousal forms beneath me, spreading across the seat. I’m prepared to be knotted countless times in the coming days.

“Do you want to feel better?”

“Please, Alpha,” I cry, wanting nothing more.

“Then spread those pretty thighs and pull your panties to the side. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.” His voice cracks, and his eyes flick back for a mere second, making my heart race. I want him to watch me. I need him to watch the road. Either way, I do his bidding, opening as wide as I can in the narrow back seat and gasping when the cool air hits my overheated core.

“Now, soak your fingers in your slick. Make them nice and slippery for me,” he demands. Sliding them through my center, I part my lower lips, blushing at just how turned on I am. My hand becomes drenched in an instant, and I strum my clit.

“Good girl, taking the initiative,” he chuckles, and I preen under his praise, happy to please my Alpha. “Move that sloppy hand in slow circles. I want to hear you moan with every rotation. Let it all out.”

Holy fuck, this is hot.

My fingers dance between my folds, round and round, the circles get tighter and tighter, moaning louder with eachmovement. Unable to resist, I arch my back and start humping my hand in earnest. I wish there was something bigger to give me friction, but this will have to do… for now.

The octave of my voice gets higher, and I pant as I finger fuck myself in the backseat of Miller’s car.

“God, you smell amazing. No one else is ever going to be allowed in this car,” he groans from the front seat. “We’re getting close to your nest, Puff. Three minutes. I want you to come before we get there.”

“More pressure,” he demands. “Faster.”

I do as my Alpha tells me, the orgasm building inside my belly.

“Pinch it,” he growls. “Pinch that little clit and shout my name as you come.”

The bite of pain is just what I need to let go. Throwing my head back, I cry out for Miller as I rock over my fingers, chasing the first much-needed orgasm of my heat. The pleasure makes me see golden stars and more slick bursts forth. My pussy clamps down, and I scream with the need to be filled, consumed. Stuffed with Alpha cock.

The car slams to a stop, and I’m vaguely aware of a garage door coming down while I shake in the backseat, awash in both gratification and denial.

My door opens with a loud click, but I’m too tired to move a muscle. Miller leans in close, and I catch a whiff of his sweet sugary cinnamon.

So delicious.

Unable to stop myself, I lean forward and lick his throat, then suck hard, wanting to savor every second of being able to scent him. He unlatches my belt, then slips a finger between my legs,sliding it along my pussy to capture the dripping slick. He brings it to his mouth with a moan. Pulling me into his arms, he hoists me from the car and I wrap my legs around his waist, letting out a breathy sigh when his hands grasp my ass. One thick finger slides deep inside my throbbing pussy.

“Welcome home, Posie.”

Chapter Thirty-Six

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