Page 35 of Fired at the Heart

“So fucking beautiful.” Raphael slides one hand up to pluck my sensitive nipple. “Everyone in that club wanted you tonight, but you only belong to me.”

The pleasure builds at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each roll of my hips. I need more leverage. My hand reaches behind me, grasping for purchase, and connects with the headrest of the front passenger seat. I draw my knees up, planting my feet on the seat by Raphael’s hips, and a fresh jolt of pleasure tears a moan from my throat.

The guard’s hair brushes my knuckles, intruding on the moment, and I shove his head forward.

He hunches to get out of my way. “Sorry, boss.”

“Shut up,” Raphael barks, his attention never leaving my face. “Not another word until we arrive.”

The guard stiffens but remains silent. The knowledge that we have an audience, that my men bear witness to every moan, every gasp, every wet sound of Raphael’s cock sliding in and out of my body, should embarrass me. Instead, it adds another layer to my arousal. Let them hear. Let them know what kind of Alpha it takes to claim their boss.

Raphael’s hands move over my body, pinching my nipples, gripping my thighs, sliding down to where we’re joined to feel his cock disappearing inside me, each touch proprietary, marking me as his.

“No one else has had you like this.” A statement, not a question, and he leans in, demanding, “Tell me.”

“No one.” The truth tears from me on a gasp as he hits that perfect spot again. “Just you.”

His chest rumbles with satisfaction. “Because you’re mine.” His hand returns to my dick, gripping me with perfect pressure. “Always been mine.”

I want to deny it, to maintain some semblance of the independence I’ve built over the last five years. But my body betrays me, clenching around him at his words, and the coil of pleasure winds tighter, threatening to snap.

“That’s it.” He strokes my dick faster. “Come for me, Avery. Milk my cock with your sweet ass.”

My back bows as the first wave hits, pleasure crashing through me with enough force to blur my vision at the edges. I cry out, uninhibited and raw, spilling over his fingers. Raphael growls in response, his rhythm faltering as my inner walls clench around him.

Before I collapse, he yanks me forward, one hand fisting in my hair to direct my face to the crook of his neck. His pheromones fill my nose and mouth, extending my orgasm to leave me shuddering and gasping.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” His hips jerk upward as he holds me tightly to him, his cock pulsing.

The hot flood of his release triggers another wave of pleasure, my body clenching around him. I inhale deeply, drugged on his scent, the arousal, the satisfaction, the possessive edge that screamsmine. My teeth graze his throat, not quite a bite but enough to have him shuddering beneath me.

For several heartbeats, we stay locked together, breathing hard, his cock still pulsing inside me. The SUV turns onto a rougher road, the motion shifting him inside me and drawing a whimper from my lips.

“ETA,” Raphael barks, his hand still cradling the back of my head.

The driver clears his throat. “Ten minutes, sir.”

Raphael’s chest vibrates with a dark chuckle felt more than heard. His hand strokes down my spine, leaving trails of fire in its wake. “Plenty of time.”

In one fluid motion, he flips our positions, laying me on my back on the leather seat. My legs wrap around his waist as he settles between them, his still-hard cock sliding within my oversensitive flesh.

A laugh bubbles up from my chest, part disbelief, part exhilaration as he braces himself above me. In this overheated backseat with the man who’s both my greatest weakness and my perfect match, I allow myself to forget everything but his weight on top of me, inside me, all around me.

“Round two,” Raphael murmurs against my lips, rolling his hips. “This time, I want you to scream my name.”

I drag my nails down his back, leaving my mark on him. “Make me.”

And as he pushes inside me again, filling me perfectly, I know with bone-deep certainty that whatever happens after tonight, I’ll never stop wanting this Alpha.

Ten minutes. A lifetime. It will never be enough.

12

The SUV’s tires crunch over gravel as we pull into the meeting point, a forgotten industrial lot on the edge of the city.

My body still hums with leftover passion, muscles twitching with energy that has nowhere to go. I can’t face him without remembering his hands on me minutes ago, and the knowledge that my team is waiting just ahead makes the memory dangerous. I need to stay focused.

The driver pulls up beside a row of unmarked vehicles, two black SUVs and a van with tinted windows. The rest of our team. The engine cuts, and silence settles over the vehicle while Raphael listens to a report from Sebastian on his earbud, and I move to get changed. One of the teams had intercepted a transport van with the Omegas Vince requested, but we’re still waiting to find out if Jade was one of them.

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