Page 102 of Alpha Mates

“Too far,” Aiden groans, pulling back enough for me to meet his gaze that’s warm with desire. “And we can’t leave the others behind.”

I glance out the window. Our friends are locked on the show that must’ve begun at some point with unwavering interest. If none of them have noticed the raccoon currently stealing one of Emitt’s cinnamon sticks, they definitely wouldn’t notice us leave.

“They’re fine,” I say. “They have their own car.”

“It’s still too far,” he insists as his eyes track down my body, making my already hardening cock twitch.

“Then what are we supposed to do?” I ask in a frustrated huff.

“Well …” Aiden slides his hand over my waist, gripping firmly before he hauls me on top of him. “That’s step one,” he gazes up at me with a growing smile. “Step two is up to you.”

“Real smooth,” I mumble despite the nerves flooding into my veins. “Are you sure?” I check the window. “Is this safe?”

“It’s safe,” Aiden rasps as he pushes my hair aside, kissing his way up my neck, biting and soothing until I’m trembling. “We’re fine,” he whispers against my ear, making me moan as I cling to him. “Come on, Jewels. Let me have you again.”

Any sort of rationality evaporates from my mind, and I feel myself nodding like a bobblehead. Aiden kisses me again while I reach for the latch beside the seat with fumbling fingers. The second they slide over the sturdy plastic, I yank hard and shove the seat back, sending it and Aiden all the way back.

Sat upright, I meet my mate’s appreciative gaze and hold it while we pant.

It’s quiet again, but this time, there’s nothing awkward about it as I settle into his lap. The way he looks at me—with his jaw clenched, and those dark eyes flooded with lust—makes me forget all about nerves.

His hands flex around my hips, and he lifts his head enough to find my mouth as I lean down to smash our lips together. I chase the pleasure, rockingmy hips and grinding down to feel his hardening length. He moans beneath me as the scent of his arousal spikes and clouds my senses.

When he bites my lip, I part them immediately. He chuckles softly, but I ignore it as our tongues find each other. I slide my fingers into his hair and crane his head back, tugging a snarl from his lips that makes my blood pound.

We barely part for a breath, too focused on this messy, greedy kiss, until Aiden shifts his hands from my hips to my thighs. I shiver when his fingers dig in, and when I moan into his mouth, he swallows it with an appreciative groan that makes my cock jerk against my zipper.

Then one of his rough hands slips under my shirt, and I lose it.

“Aiden.” I pant, chest heaving as his fingers find my nipple. “Goddess… Aiden.”

My hips grind down on Aiden’s cock, desperate for more. The friction makes him falter, so I do it again, grinning against his mouth.

Nails scraping his nape, I rock harder until he bucks, moaning for me. It’s a heavy sound that rumbles against my chest and blurs my mind. But then he’s playing with both nipples, tugging and twisting until I’m whining against his lips.

It’s perfect already—just right. The car is drenched in our pheromones, and we’re both achingly hard, but Aiden doesn’t take it further. Doesn’t take control.

Does he need me to take the next step? To make it clear that I want it?

Forcing down my nerves, I slide a hand between us, passing it over his chest and between his legs until I’m cupping the thick outline straining his pants.

“Fuck!” he hisses, bucking into my palm.

His gaze is coated with lust when it meets mine, enough to drown out my bashfulness. Rubbing his cock, I press fervent kisses along his jaw.

“Julian,” he moans, and Goddess, the way he says my name …

I squeeze him, stroking him through his jeans while I memorise each of his moans. My mouth lingers on his neck until I find the spot I’ll mark one day, and I suck.

“Shit!” Aiden chokes as he suddenly tenses beneath me. “Ugh—fuck!”

He unravels for me, lost to the pleasure and me. It spurs me on.

Heart pounding, I pop his button and give his zipper a firm tug. My hand slips inside to trace his length through the thin fabric of his underwear. He sucks in a breath, trembling, and I return my lips to his to steal it.

I tease him, touching gently while I work my way up to the band of his underwear. Nerves slow me down, but I don’t let them stop me. I want this—I want to make Aiden come.

Sliding beneath his waistband, I wrap my fingers around him—and forget how to breathe, but before I can pull him out, Aiden’s hand catches my wrist.