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I pull up outside the café and shift in my seat to look at her. The morning sunlight catches the gold flecks in her eyes, making them shine. “Want me to come in with you?”

She shakes her head, a small smile forming on her lips. “I can handle this part on my own. I’ll just be a few minutes.”

I watch her walk inside, her steps lighter than they were this morning. My cock hardens just watching the sway of her hips, knowing she’s moving toward freedom. I adjust myself in my jeans, trying to get comfortable with the persistent erection that I get only around her.

She emerges a short while later, her face flushed with relief. She slides back into the passenger seat, her scent intoxicating. Honey and warmth with a new edge of something spicy that makes my mouth water.

“Everything okay?” I ask though I can tell from her expression that it is.

She nods, a smile playing on her lips.

“They were understanding. They even wished me luck,” she says, laughing softly, the sound tightening my chest. “Everything is changing so fast.”

I start the car and merge back into traffic. “Change is good.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, glancing at me from beneath her lashes. “I think it is.”

Her scent is driving me wild now, that spicy note growing stronger as her excitement builds, mingling with arousal. My omega is getting wet just sitting next to me, and the knowledge makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

I shift in my seat, trying to focus on driving instead of how badly I want to pull over and bury my face between her thighs.

I imagine how she’d taste- sweet, like her scent, but richer, deeper. I picture her wetness coating my tongue, her thighs trembling as I lick into her, my fingers spreading her open to savor every inch of her pussy.

My knuckles turn white on the steering wheel as I force myself to keep driving.

Each inhale brings more of her arousal to my nostrils, making my wolf pace and growl with need.

I imagine how tight she’d be around my fingers, around my cock, and how she’d moan when I finally pushed inside her, claiming what’s mine.

I roll down the window and drive for a while, the scent getting stronger as I salivate in my seat.

Fuck . I can’t drive like this. I’m going to crash the car or do something I might regret.

I spot an abandoned parking lot in front of an old warehouse and abruptly turn in, tires crunching on gravel as I bring the car to a stop in the far corner, hidden from the road.

“What’s wrong?” Mia asks, looking around in confusion. “Why are we stopping?”

I grip the steering wheel tightly, trying to regain control.

“I need to get out for a second,” I manage, my voice strained even to my own ears.

“Are you okay?” she asks, studying my face with a frown.

I’m about to respond when she shifts in her seat, leaning closer to me. The movement sends a fresh wave of her scent crashing over me, and I have to bite back a groan.

“Can I ask you something?” she whispers, her voice small but curious. I nod, unable to trust myself to speak. “Is it normal to be attracted to all three of you at once? ”

The question spills out in a rush as if she’s been holding it back.

“What?” I ask, not believing my ears at her admission.

“I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’m sorry, this is so weird.”

She’s so fucking adorable in her confusion that I almost hug her. Her omega instincts are awakening, drawing her to her alphas, and she has no idea what’s happening to her.

“No, it’s not weird.”

“I mean, it’s just...” she starts again, but I can’t hold back anymore.

I cup the back of her neck and pull her to me, claiming her mouth in a kiss that’s been building since the moment I caught her scent. She gasps against my lips, then melts into me, her mouth hot and eager under mine.

I slide my tongue between her lips, tasting her fully, growling low in my throat at how perfect she feels. When the kiss ends, she’s breathing hard against my mouth.

“Natural?” I suggest finishing her earlier thought, and she nods. “It feels natural because it is, Mia.”

“But it feels so wrong,” she whispers, but even as she says it, her hand slides up my thigh, fingers tentatively tracing the outline of my cock through my jeans. “But I can’t stop wanting...”

“Nothing about this is wrong,” I tell her, my voice now husky. “This is exactly how it’s supposed to be.”

She bites her lip, looking down at her hand, now firmly palming my erection. Then, to my surprise, she reaches for my zipper and slowly pulls it down.

“I want to taste you,” she says, her voice shy but determined. “Is that okay?”

A groan tears from my throat at her words. “Fuck, yes.”

She unbuttons my jeans and tugs them open, her eyes widening when she sees the size of me straining against my boxers. She pulls it aside, gasping softly when my cock springs free, hard and heavy, already leaking at the tip.

“You’re so big,” she whispers, wrapping her delicate fingers around my shaft. They don’t even close all the way around, and the feel of her soft hand around me makes my cock twitch eagerly.

She leans down, her hair falling forward to curtain her face as she gives my tip an experimental lick. The sensation is electric, making me grip the seat beneath me to keep from thrusting up into her mouth.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well,” I encourage her, my voice rough with desire. “Take me in your mouth. I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

She moans softly at my words, then parts her lips and takes me inside the wet heat of her mouth. The sight of her pink lips wrapped around my shaft nearly undoes me.

“Mhm.”

“Fuck, Mia,” I groan, threading my fingers through her silky hair. “Your mouth feels so good on my cock.”

She hums in response, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up my spine. She begins to bob her head, taking me deeper with each downward motion, her tongue swirling around my sensitive head when she pulls back.

I reach down with my free hand, finding her breast through her sweater. I cup the soft weight in my palm, groaning when I feel her nipple harden under my touch. I pinch it gently through the fabric, making her moan around my cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I praise her, guiding her movements with the hand in her hair. “Take as much as you can. You’re doing so well.”

She’s eager to please, hollowing her cheeks to create suction that has me seeing stars. Her inexperience is obvious, but her enthusiasm more than makes up for it. I groan as she flicks her tongue around my aching cock.

She whimpers around me, her thighs pressing together, and I can smell her arousal growing stronger.

My omega is getting wetter just from sucking me off.

As she takes me deeper, I feel the familiar tightening at the base of my cock that signals the beginning of my knot forming.

Fuck. I can’t let her see that, not yet. She’s not ready to know everything.

With more willpower than I thought I possessed, I gently tug her off my cock by her hair. She looks up at me with confusion and hurt in her eyes, her lips red and swollen from her efforts.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, and the insecurity in her voice breaks my heart.

“Fuck no,” I reassure her quickly, cupping her face in my hands. “You were perfect. Too perfect. I just want to make you feel good now.”

Before she can respond, I lift her over the center console and settle her on my lap, her back to my chest. She gasps in surprise, then moans as my still-hard cock presses against her ass through her leggings.

“Finn,” she whimpers, rocking back against me instinctively.

I growl in her ear, my hands moving to her hips to hold her in place.

“I want to feel you come,” I tell her, my voice dark with promise. “Want to feel your tight little pussy squeeze my fingers while you scream my name.”

I slip one hand between her legs, feeling the heat of her core through the thin fabric of her leggings. With a swift movement, I tear a hole right through the center, making her gasp in shock .

“Finn! My clothes?—”

Her protest dies in her throat as my fingers find bare skin. No underwear. My omega has been sitting next to me this whole time with nothing under her leggings but her sweet, wet pussy.

“Naughty girl,” I murmur against her ear, nibbling the sensitive lobe. “Were you hoping something would happen?”

“N-no,” she stammers, but her hips push forward against my hand, seeking more contact. “I just didn’t have time to…”

I silence her with a firm circle of my thumb over her swollen clit, and she gasps, arching her ass against my cock.

“Your pussy is so hot,” I whisper, my lips trailing down her neck. “So warm and ready for me.”

I slide my fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness, spreading it up to her clit and back down to her entrance. She’s thoroughly drenched with slick- her arousal coating my fingers and making them glisten in the dim light of the car.

“Oh god,” she moans as I press one finger slowly inside her tight channel. Her inner walls clench around my finger, making me groan, and I wish it were my cock inside of her.

“So fucking tight,” I growl, pumping my finger in and out of her slowly. “Your little pussy is squeezing my finger so hard. Imagine what it will feel like when I finally push my cock inside you.”

She moans, her head falling back against my shoulder as I add a second finger, stretching her gently. Her breathing comes in ragged gasps, and her body trembles against mine.

“More.”

“You want that, don’t you?” I ask, curling my fingers to find her G-spot. “Want my thick cock stretching this tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” she admits with a broken moan, her hips now moving in rhythm with my thrusting fingers. “I want it so bad. ”

“One day, very soon, I’m going to fill you up, Mia. I’m going to make you take every inch of me until you’re screaming my name,” I growl, pushing a third finger into her heated channel.

The stretch makes her gasp, her body tensing briefly before relaxing into the sensation.

“I want it now,” she moans.

“I know, baby,” I whisper as her pussy clenches around my fingers. “I want it too.”

My cock throbs painfully beneath her, still hard and desperate for release, but I focus on her pleasure instead.

I circle her clit with my thumb while my fingers continue their relentless pace inside her. Her breathing quickens, and her moans become higher as she nears her peak.

“Let go for me, Mia. Let me feel you come all over my fingers.”

Her body goes rigid, her back arching as her orgasm crashes through her. Her inner walls pulsate around my fingers, and her thighs tremble with the force of her release.

“Finn,” she cries out my name, and it makes me feel happy deep down. As she comes down, she trembles- her body limp and sated against my chest.

My cock is still rock hard and throbbing beneath her. She shifts, feeling it press against her, and turns her head to look at me with hazy eyes.

“You didn’t get relief,” she begins, reaching for me.

Instead of letting her touch me again, knowing I’d lose control if she did, I lift her off my lap and back into her seat. Before she can protest, I kneel awkwardly in the footwell in front of her, pushing her legs apart.

“Just need to taste and clean you up now,” I growl ferally.

“Finn, what are you doing? Oh!” Her question ends in a gasp as I lean forward and run my tongue through her folds, tasting the sweet nectar of her arousal .

I groan against her sensitive flesh, the flavor even better than I imagined. Eagerly, I lap at her entrance, savoring every drop of wetness my fingers coaxed from her. Her hands find my hair, tugging gently as I devour her, my tongue delving deep inside before sweeping up to circle her clit.

My cock aches, desperate for release, but I ignore it, focusing solely on the taste of my omega.