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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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ALL FORMULA 1 TEAMS EMERGE STRONG FROM FIRST DAY OF TESTING

While there’s always a few bumps and bruises, the grid looks great so far this year. Even teams that have struggled these past few years, like Lumière and ApexLink, seem to have a decent car beneath them. That’s what we really love to see. Because even though there’s a certain beauty in one team dominating the field, at the end of the day we love racing , and the more even the field, the tighter the race. It’s still early, but all signs point to this being an incredible year.

I swiped the water from my face as I keyed myself into our suite. From the sound of it, the others weren’t back yet. Which was good, because Vanessa and I had unfinished business. The door between our rooms was still open. She’d taken a slightly longer path to get back, but I planned to be there by the time she arrived.

The only stop I made was to strip off the wet clothes and toss them onto the bathroom floor where they wouldn’t soak anything else. I’d take care of them later.

I’d been hard since I’d tucked Nessa in between my legs, and the water didn’t change that, though the chill on my skin from being wet made it slightly painful. The warmth of my Omega would fix that.

I heard her door open and close. A few seconds later, she appeared and her eyes went wide. “That was fast.” She pulled her now soaking hoodie up and over her head. That was all I could wait for. I needed my hands on her now.

She gasped when my hands met her skin, and I hissed out a breath. Somehow it was hot and cold and added so much more to this. I bent to drag my lips over her shoulder. “Unless you have an objection, I’m not going to let some sprinklers cock block us.”

Vanessa’s laugh sounded like a bell. Bright, vibrant, happy, and the best sound in the fucking world. “Fuck those sprinklers.”

I bent her over the bed and ripped down the leggings separating her from me. She liked leggings, and I was starting to like them too. Especially wet and molded to her perfect, gorgeous ass.

For a second, I froze. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Not even a thong. I groaned. “You’re telling me this whole time you weren’t wearing anything underneath?”

“I rarely do under leggings.”

She hadn’t had any on the other night either.

“Noted. Remind me to tell the others.”

Her giggle made me harder than I already was. She swished her ass back and forth, teasing. “Gonna have the big bad Alphas tell me I can’t wear leggings anymore?”

My hand came down on her ass. Not hard, but enough to make the snapping sound which made us both moan. “Nah. You can wear leggings whenever you want, beautiful. Where you wear them might be up for debate.”

And then I drove my tongue straight into her pussy.

Fuck , she tasted just as good as the first time. That sweet sharpness was impossible to describe and entirely addicting. The best flavor you’d ever had in your life. It wrapped around your mind and didn’t let you go.

I slid my tongue around her clit, finding the rhythm she’d liked so much the other night. Every movement I made had a reaction. A moan or a jerk or quivering shudder. It was fucking powerful . I was doing this to her. My Omega.

If it was an option to stay here on my knees, feasting, for the rest of my life, I would take it. The sounds of Vanessa falling apart. The slick silk of her skin under my tongue. The utter richness of her scent. The decadence of her flavor. Fuck, the way she grew wet with every suck and lick and stroke of my tongue.

I would never, ever get enough.

Tasting Vanessa Lennon was a fucking full body experience. My cock was leaking in anticipation, and I wasn’t even sure I could get her all the way there before I needed to be inside.

Desperation—that’s what this felt like. If I didn’t finally feel her, my heart might stop.

Her legs were still pinned together with the damp leggings, her hands digging into the blanket to hold on. “Elias.”

Hearing her say my name in that tone would be on repeat for the rest of my natural life. Licking her slowly, savoring every shudder, I pulled back just far enough to speak, biting her ass as I did so. She jumped. “Yes?”

“Now it’s not the sprinklers cock blocking.” She moved her hips back and forth. “It’s you. I need you.”

No man in the universe would be able to resist that kind of plea. Standing, I fit my cock against her and pushed into her in one slow thrust, nearly coming from the sudden all-encompassing heat . I leaned over her and covered her hands with mine. “Fuck, Nessa.”

“Holy shit,” she writhed, and every little movement drove me closer to making an absolute fool of myself. “The piercing.”

Pulling back with just my hips, I pushed in again. “You like the way that feels?”

I had the longest cock of the four of us, which, with my piercing, meant she was feeling exactly what that barbell could do in a spot few could reach. I thrust again, harder, savoring her moan.

“Yes. Please.”

“Tell me what you need, Nes, because I am seconds away from coming thanks to your fucking perfect pussy but like hell are you not getting there.” I punctuated my words with movements of my hips changing my angle.

“Just fuck me.” She pressed her face down into the comforter. “That’s all I need.”

There was no way to hold back anymore. I drove into her, barely focused enough to finish my exploration, but I continued to move until?—

There .

I laughed low in victory when Nessa gasped. “Right there, huh?” Making sure my cock hit exactly that place again, I stood up and yanked her hips back at the same time as burying myself as far as I could go. She was speaking but there weren’t any words. “Yeah.” I held her hips still and found that rhythm I already knew she liked. “Right. Fucking. There.”

Her body tightened around me and I saw nothing but pleasure. I fucked into the feeling, groaning. “I’m sorry I can’t make it last. I can’t stop.”

“Don’t fucking stop.”

I held on as long as I possibly could, sinking into the place where nothing mattered but the slick friction of my cock in her cunt and the scent of her arousal. I wanted to live in this space and never leave. Fuck everything else.

Vanessa’s pussy squeezed me so hard that stars crossed my vision. I came, her voice matching mine in echoing off the walls. God, I hoped the walls were soundproof. But I also couldn’t care. Let them hear how well I fucked my Omega.

The lightning coursing through my legs and spine and balls didn’t seem to end. Waves of it until I couldn’t hold myself up and collapsed over Nessa’s back again. The world came back into focus slowly, our heart rates falling. Nothing had ever felt quite like that.

Beneath me, Vanessa laughed softly. “Suddenly I’m glad for the sprinklers because I don’t think screaming like that in the middle of the track would have ended well.”

“The fireworks might have covered it.”

“I can out-scream some fireworks.”

“We’ll have to test the theory sometime. Minus the sprinklers.” The last thing I wanted to do was pull out of her, but she still had wet clothes on, and I didn’t want that for her. After helping her strip off the bra and the rest of the leggings, I collected them. “Both our clothes need washing.”

Nessa’s chest heaved as she stared at me, still catching her breath. “Your suite has laundry?”

“No, but they’ll do it.”

“And what happens when the hotel employees see women’s clothes in your laundry?”

I smirked. “They’ll assume I brought one of Paragon’s many female fans back to the room. Maybe I gave her a sweatshirt and tore whatever other shirt she was wearing off.”

“Is that a common occurrence?” She glared.

That jealous look was adorable. “Nope,” I said. “Can’t say it’s never happened, but no, beautiful. None of us have ever been the type to sleep our way through the fans. Regardless, it’s not an is it’s a was .”

Narrowing her eyes, she made a face like she was trying to decide whether to be mad and failing. So I leaned in and kissed her. Bit her bottom lip playfully. “You’re telling me you never want to play the innocent, doe-eyed fan overwhelmed and swept away by your favorite racing team? You’ll break my heart.”

Her nose scrunched up even as she smiled. “I don’t know if I could ever be doe-eyed.”

“With those big, beautiful eyes? I believe in you.” She blushed, and I kissed her again, softer this time. “You’re not going to have women trying to break down our door cause they think they’re welcome to come fuck us. Promise.”

“Not like I could be mad if there were,” she whispered. “You’re hot as fuck, and it’s not like any of us knew this was going to happen. We all have pasts.”

“But that’s the key. It’s the past.”

She pressed her lips together and ran her fingers through my hair. “It is. But don’t expect me not to get jealous when you all have to pretend it’s not.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

A new voice spoke. “I could help with that.”

River leaned against the doorframe that connected the suites, looking like he’d been comfortable there for a while, still in his racing suit.

I winked at Nessa before I nodded to River. “Tag, you’re it.”