Page 16 of The Omega Lesson

It’s clear she doesn’t need my help, but I can’t resist pushing up into her as well. And then I feel a band of muscle deep inside her. Every time I nudge it, she hisses, and then it starts to tighten around the head of my cock.

“Your lock,” I breathe in awe. “It’s got me. It’s milking me.”

She whimpers, her thighs snapping tight around my hips. And the grinding, glorious pressure inside her is enough to make me explode. “Jesus, I’m going to come!”

The roar rips out of me as my balls seize, and I start unloading inside her. For a moment, I can’t breathe. The pleasure is so intense my heels slam on the car floor. Omega orgasms are a tsunami that starts as a series of smaller waves, or at least that’s what the biology books say. But this hits me all at once, her lock clenching, over and over, until she’s wailing into my neck and we’re both covered in my come.

I slip into a haze, her body warm and still in my arms, even as her lock continues to milk me. A guy once boasted to me he was caught in an alpha lock for an hour, and I’d winced, certain it was too much of a good thing. But this is like a velvet hand strumming every nerve ending in my body. And every time she tightens around me, Lexi gives a blissful little sigh. I feel cherished, tended,needed…

But then a wave of air rushes into the car, thick with the scent of alpha. My gaze jumps to my brother’s, and I don’t know who looks more surprised. But he’s still gaping when my anger kicks in. “Jesus, Travis. Shut the bloody door!”

He just grips the frame harder, his eyes wild. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

My eldest brother’s always been a bossy bastard. Comes with the territory of being dad’s heir, and thinking the whole world will come crashing down if he doesn’t keep lugging it on his back. But right now, he has no excuse for the next words out of his mouth. “Get the hell off him!”

Fuck.No!

But Lexi’s already trying to pull free. If we weren’t locked together, I bet she would be launching herself off me like a rocket. But I wrap my arms tightly around her, glaring at my brother over her bowed head. “Leave, Travis, or I’ll fucking kick your arse.”

But he’s now plucking one of the champagne glasses off the floor. “Are you drunk? Is that why you’re fucking in a school carpark? You’re not goddamn teenagers, you know!”

Lexi shudders at the contempt in his voice, but I growl. He is so fucking dead. “Get. Out. Now!”

But he’s already leaning all the way in, his eyes wide as he takes a sniff of the air. His mouth goes slack with shock, then thins into an angry line. “She’s in a rut. You need to get her off you, Jackson.”

What the hell? Is this some kind of jealous joke? Because I can see the way his eyes are sliding over her bare back.

I’m about to call him out on it when his shutters slam down and he growls, “You ever seen a rut, Jack? Well, I have. And you being off your meds must have triggered her.”

Lexi jerks, struggling to pull away from me. “No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t.” There’s nowhere for her to go with my cock in her lock, but she’s almost vibrating with stress. “I’m so sorry, Jack.”

“Don’t be, love.” How can she possibly be apologising for one of the most amazing experiences of my life? I glower at my brother. “Shut the fuck up, Travis. I won’t let you ruin this.”

His eyes narrow, and then he’s slamming the door. A moment later, he’s in the front seat and our driver is standing on the pavement. Travis buzzes the privacy screen down, glaring over his shoulder at me. “Just don’t let her bite you, okay?”

I gape at him, but he’s revving the engine, the car shooting forward. Lexi is still trying to claw her way off me and I sweep her hair back from her wet face. “It’s okay, love. He’s just talking out of his arse…”

But then the car jerks sideways, and before we’ve even come to a complete stop, the back door pops open. Lexi swallows a shriek as Mattie tumbles into the car, hitting the floor hard. Travis is cursing, but Mattie is twice as loud as he bangs a hand on the back of the driver’s seat. “Jesus Christ, bro! You nearly ran me over!” His eyes widen as he takes us in. “Okay, maybe this explains your hard-on. We taking this somewhere more private, right?”

He clearly likes that idea, but then he catches sight of Lexi’s tear-streaked face and slides over to us, stroking her back. “It’s okay, babe. We can fix whatever’s wrong.” He looks up at me with a pleading expression. “Can you tell me why Travis is driving like a bat out of hell?”

I swallow back a groan, still overly sensitive from being buried in her lock. I have to clear my throat twice before I can talk. “There’s nothing to fix. Lexi and I were having a private moment, and he overreacted.”

“A rut is not an overreaction!” Travis seethes, now glaring at us in the rearview mirror. “You can’t assume she’s in control, Jackson. She could be on the edge of a rage.”

Lexi’s head is buried in my chest, but she starts to shake it back and forth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”

“Babe,” Mattie croons, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Why are you apologising? He doesn’t look like he’s suffering.”

Because I’m not. At all. In fact, I’m in fucking heaven.

But Travis is unamused. “Get in the front, Matthew.”

“Forget it! Soon as I step outside this car, you’re gonna leave my arse.” Mattie starts peppering kisses on Lexi’s back, his hand massaging her nape. “Me and my boy Jack have this covered. You just take your frustrations out on the freeway.”

Travis growls, but pulls away from the curb, muttering, “I should make you ride in the fucking boot.”

Mattie grins at me, but after we’ve driven for a while, he slants a look down at my lap. There’s envy in his eyes, but also a warmth that covers me like a blanket. “She okay?”

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