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“Knew she was one of ours,” Rusty said, jerking his bandana down and winking at me. “Better get going, kids, because I think this is gonna be a bumpy ride. Post homicidal fucking is the hottest.”

The back of the car was opened and Ronan scrambled to lay the seat down, our omega crawling in after him, just leaving me and Jax to look on.

“We’ve gotta go,” my brother said as the wail of the sirens got louder. “Those guests will slow the cops down, but not for long.”

So as Stevie wrenched Ronan’s pants down, I was forced to watch her slap his hard cock into her palm, right before I shoved the boot door down. Jax and I were in the car seconds later and then pulling off the side of the road, travelling at a sedate pace when the explosion happened.

“Didn’t want to leave anything for the cops to find.” Donk’s voice came down the comms unit, the sound of my other fathers’ laughter tinny through the speaker and when I looked up? That big expensive house was a fucking flaming wreck. Car alarms were ringing up and down the streets, people no doubt stumbling out of bed to take a look and as if in counterpoint to that, I heard my brother’s moan.

“Fuck, Stevie, yes, just like that…”

Fuck, I was an accessory to a murder and an arson attack, but right now I was pissed I was rock hard at the sound of my mate fucking my brother. I flicked on the indicator and disappeared down the nearest side street, the dads going in the opposite direction. We’d rendezvous at the bunker, but not before Jax and I were witnesses.

“Need to fuck you,” Stevie snarled, more wolf than woman right now.

“Fuck yes, Stevie.” Ronan said her name like it was a prayer, an invocation, right before the sound of his pants filled the car.

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It felt like I’d been waiting for this moment my whole fucking life.

I reached up and dragged Ronan’s mouth down to where it belonged, on my mouth. He bent for me, right up until our lips were about to touch, grinning rather than kissing me.

“Need something, omega?”

Fucking sexy alphas with deep sexy voices.

But it wasn’t the alpha I was reaching for, but Ronan, just Ronan. I went up on tiptoes and his arms went around to steady me, that smile disappearing and something much more real appearing.

I kissed Ronan, kissed the man and the alpha, I kissed his soul. Our lips parted, mouths opened, letting each other in, because when we weren’t working so fucking hard against it, it was all we wanted to do. So it didn’t matter what his tongue was doing or mine, but this. That we were together, joined, welding our bodies tighter and tighter until I felt the shake in his hand as he stroked it down my face.

“Now?”

Just one tiny little question from Ronan, but it held everything in it, because there’d be no going back after this. We wouldn’t be able to pretend we didn’t mean that much to each other and as my eyes burned with unshed tears I found myself wanting that so very much.

“Now.” He let out a shaky breath, then I nodded. “I need to claim you.”

“Finally…” he hissed, my hands trying to move too fast, fumbling at his belt. But when he tried to take over, I knocked his hands away, some primal fear that he would bring this all to a stop kicking in. I had to yank his buckle open and pull his belt free. I had to unbutton his jeans and then slide down his zip. But when I reached inside and palmed his rigid cock, it was for him as much as me.

“Get in the back.”

My order was hoarse, ragged, my wolf pushing me hard. She’d felt vindicated by everything that happened in Snake’s house, but this? She couldn’t trust me to follow through. He smiled then, cocky as you like, but he did just that, shoving the back seat down and then sprawling out on the expansive cargo bay of the car like he was a spoil of war.

And I guess in some ways he was.

I followed him in, crawling over him, my eyes feeling like they ate up the sight of him, filling something that had been aching for so fucking long. But when I unclasped his bulletproof vest, when I shoved up his shirt beneath to reveal his bronzed skin, I traced my fingers across his abs almost absently, lost in the sensation, the shape of him.

“You gonna take me?” His voice was raspy as I wrapped my hand around his cock. “You gonna take all of me, beautiful girl. Because that’s what I fucking need. It beats inside me like a heartbeat, because that’s where you are.” He clawed his jacket and shirt off, leaving his chest bare and then raked his fingers across the scabbed letters he carved into his chest. “It’s why I cut your name in here, because that’s the only place you’ll ever be with me. In my heart. You’re fucking everything, Stevie and—”

I wanted to hear all of his heated words, but I couldn’t right now. Whatever rode me dug its heels in hard, spurs cutting, until I touched him. I fell down onto my hands as the car rocked. I hadn’t even registered that the engine started, as apparently we were driving away from the scene of the crime, but all I felt was him.

Our mouths knocked together by the movement of the car, our lips pressed hard, taking the imprint of our fangs. His body hardening, mine growing slick until I was forced to pull my lips away and start raking at my own clothes, unable to tolerate the feel of them for a second longer.

“Stevie…”

Ronan went to push my hands away, but in my overheated state I took that to be an attempt to stop me and nothing would now. The moment I pulled that trigger I put a line between past me and the present, each one an entirely separate person. And this Stevie? She knew who her mate was, who she needed and she would have him, no matter what and I made that clear in my snarl.

“Let me.”

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